I just find it odd that I am completely unable to eat this food item that seems to be so universally enjoyed. I don’t think there was any “incident” that sparked my dislike of tomatoes, I’ve hated the taste of raw tomatoes for as long as I can remember. I used to despise lasagna, ravioli, spaghettios, and other such tomato based items as well, to the point of having to wear nose plugs while eating at the same table as my brother who seemed to love them. Spaghetti I ate with just butter.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve learned to enjoy spaghetti sauce, and to tolerate lasagna and the myriad of other Italian foods with tomatoes in them (though any combination of tomato products and cheese still seems a bit unpleasant). I’ve even learned to enjoy big chunks of tomatoes in chili (a favorite dish of mine) and other foods, as long as they are cooked.
Still, I cannot stand the taste of raw tomatoes. Sure, I can recognize most of the time when there’s raw tomato in an item and remove it, but usually the juices have soaked into surrounding food items. This means I either have to rip out half of a sandwich and look like some insane tomatophobe, or just eat it with the juices that completely ruin the taste for me.
Occasionally I’ll bite into some sandwich or taco only to find myself gagging and fighting to control the involuntary spewing forth of my meal from the unrecognized presence of raw tomato. Being the analytical sort I’ve looked back on these moments and determined that the strong gag reflex occurred well before I had identified any unusual taste, so that I don’t believe it’s an “Oh my god I just ate tomato, I hate tomato, I’m going to hurl!” conditioned mental reflex, but a biological one.
I tried for an entire semester at college to eat tacos with just a few chunks of tomatoes to acclimate myself to them, but at the conclusion of the semester some 50 or so tacos later, I found I still couldn’t eat a bite with a few chunks of tomato and not gag a bit.
Is it hopeless? Is there actually some biological revulsion my body has for tomatoes that I’ll never be able to overcome? How could I end up with such a condition when tomatoes seem so universally loved? I just feel like some kind of mutant when I complain that a sandwich on the menu lists like 8 different items it contains, but fails to mention the tomatoes in it, and the server just responds with “of course it has tomatoes, everyone loves tomatoes”.
Just one more question I ponder as I looked over the 10 different types of free deli sandwiches we were offered at work today, every last one of them with a big juicy slice of tomato right in the middle. sigh