So, at some point, I had this brilliant post in my mind about how I don’t like tomatoes.
It seems to be gone.
I don’t like fresh tomatoes. In any way, shape, or fashion. It’s not that I don’t want to. I do! I keep trying. But I just can’t do it. The closest thing I can come to eating a fresh tomato is a fried green one.
Probably the main reason I will never be a chef or food critic.
(I’m sorry, y’all. It’s been a super long day, I have an ear infection, and I’m gonna take the “night off.”)