Day 141: Tomato, tomahto, potato, potahto

I am one of the pickiest eaters I know. Not to the level of Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally," but I can see it on the horizon. But something that I am not picky about, and that I LOVE, are tomatoes. Fruit, vegetable, tomato, tomahto, I don't care. I like them raw, cooked, or marinated in Italian dressing. And tonite I liked it like an apple, and bit into a tomato the same way I do a Red Delicious. And it was delicious.