I still don’t like tomatoes. They’re still yucky and gross, and in all my years of living I have not once enjoyed them unless they were in their angelic form as packets of ketchup. My mom swears they will surely be an ingredient in the cure for cancer. Just yesterday she offered to come over and make dinner – I should’ve known something was up from that suggestion alone – I’ve been cooking for myself for the last thirty- something years. And lo and behold, on my plate was a pale red slice sitting semi-inconspicuously next to my lasagna. Normally, I would attribute this to Alzheimer’s, but my mom’s been trying to trick me into eating tomatoes for years – not to mention her mental health is excellent for her age…..
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- Written by: Nefertiti Warren