I would have invited you over for dinner, but I couldn't find your phone number anywhere, I SWEAR.
I'm a little sad tonight, because I've just learned that I've wasted 30 years of my life not eating delicious, delicious tomatoes.
You see, I always thought I didn't like tomatoes. Tomato sauce, sure (as long as there are no visible tomato chunks), tomato soup, okay, tomato ketchup, acceptable. But a whole, raw tomato? No, thank you, I'll pass.
You can imagine how much this endeared me to my mother and nonna and zias.
As it turns out, I DO like tomatoes. ...