I was a bit of a picky eater growing up, and for some reason wouldn't eat tomatoes. I'd eat tomato sauce, but not an uncooked tomato on a sandwich or salad. One summer in college a buddy of mine and I drove out to Idaho to do some hiking, and then down to SF to see his sister who was completing her doctorate at UCSF. Cool trip. She lived a few blocks from Haight Ashbury, and the morning we left town we took a walk down there and I'll never forget seeing a kid in a doorway smoking a joint about the size of a Cuban cigar. About 2 in the afternoon me and my buddy used his sister's hand written directions to get to I-80 so we could drive back to IC. We drove up through Donner Pass and into Nevada and late at night stopped in some little town with a big diner next to the interstate. I ordered a club sandwich, but forgot to tell the waitress to leave the tomatoes off. When it came I was too exhausted to bother taking them off, and found that I actually like tomatoes.
CSB, I'm now a tomato snob.
Describe a food you fell in love with, or something you thought you didn't like, but now love.
CSB, I'm now a tomato snob.
Describe a food you fell in love with, or something you thought you didn't like, but now love.