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.
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