Tomatoes

I scratched my last post after getting a paragraph in. It was fake-sounding. It was trying too hard. So instead, tomatoes.

I don't like tomatoes in America. Stuff them deep inside an In-n-Out cheeseburger and we'll get along. But give them to me in a salad where I can actually chew-on and taste the little suckers? Nay.

But give them to me in Firenze, Italia or Giessen, Deutschland, where they come in the form of a love child between a flower and piece of candy, well then hell I'm sold. 

So yes, Europe, you've won over my taste buds with your ability to make a disgusting fruit actually taste good. And no one will be surprised to hear it.