So after years and years of not eating tomatoes (unless cooked into a sauce or disguised as salsa), I have decided that when the tomato is right, it’s fantastic. I’ve had one a day for the last three days, and they’ve been a wonderful addition to my meal. Apparently this anti-tomato stance isn’t genetic like my family thinks.
I am:
Currently: slightly battered
Reading: Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By In America, Barbara Ehrenreich
Watching: Olympic opening ceremonies
Netflixing: Bleak House, Disc 3 and The Last King of Scotland
Consuming: ibuprofin
updated: 08 August 2008, 10:59 pm
Say What?
The spoons have eyes! Eyes to watch! Eyes to wait for me to turn my back, so they can steal my plastic tree!
3 Comments
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remind me to give you some home grown shit when it ripens up. no, not that stuff, silly….tomatoes. i live off them during August. i’m a little bit allergic, so I go for the gusto until my mouth bleeds. it’s really an endearing process…one of love triumphing over all. ahhh, me love tomatoes.
You are a silly girl. My dad will sometimes eat watermelon even though it makes his mouth itch. I’m not into that kind or torture.