On Dec 31, 2005, at 2:25 AM, frank theriault wrote:
Well, I know this is getting OT, but I didn't like tomatoes for the
first 20 years of my life, because we lived in the city, had no
garden, and I'd only ever tasted those pink cardboard things that they
import from 8000 miles away into the supermarkets. I hated those.
Then, I tasted a garden-fresh one from my then-wife's father's garden,
and I was in heaven!! Now I'm spoiled - only homegrown garden-fresh
does it for me.
When I was a lad, my grandparents owned an orchard with some large
glasshouses full of tomato plants. We'd regularly take home a whole
box of freshly picked tomatoes after a visit.
We'd usually open the box and eat a couple on the way home... until
the day I bit into one that was still a bit green on the inside. Put
me off for life.
I know it sounds weird but I've never eaten tomato since then, unless
it's either finely chopped or pureed, and used as an ingredient in a
dish of some sort.
- Dave
