Word!
There is nothing nastier than the tomato (except maybe black licorice). I can deal with some salsas and tomato sauces, but I won’t even go near ketchup (too much pure tomato).
At the risk of repeating myself:
You people are insane.
They’re good for you. Lots of vitamin C and other good stuff in there. Evidently, something in 'em also helps to prevent heart disease. You don’t want to die of a heart attack, do you? Eat, you babies.
I’ve been exposed to anti-tomatoism for years, and I still don’t understand it. Barring weird allergies, it ain’t going to kill you.
Shut up, quit whining, and eat your dinner. While you’re at it, make me a ham-and-swiss sandwich.
With lots of tomatos. And onions.
Look, I don’t know Mauvaise from Adam, but I can’t let this slide without comment.
Slagging tomatos and licorice in the same post? You are evil.
You are the evil that regular evil is scared of.
You are so evil you made me end a sentence with a preposition.
And made me forgrt how to punctuate. And the grammar and sentence structure things.
Whatever, you’re evil.
Man, I want to eat at Exgineer’s and/or FairyChatMom’s house.
I’ll agree with the tomato-haters on one thing. A tomato purchased from a gleaming plastic and steel box called a supermarket or one tasted in an eatery is a thing of grossness indeed. I’m not sure they can really bear the label “tomato”
But a glowing, succulent orb plucked from a plant lovingly tended in your very own backyard… well, that is perfection.
I have seven little eager tomato plants at my house just begging to be encased in nutrient-rich garden soil this very weekend.
So tender, so green, so full of promise.
Makes a tear come to the eye, it does.
Oh, and licorice is plainly vile.
Sauron has crystallized my own thoughts on The Devil’s Flesh so perfectly that I’m sitting here in reverent awe.
That so many scrumptious derivatives can come from a raw ingredient so vile is the cruelest irony.
AMEN, Kallessa!
Long ago I learned – from a chef – the secret of turning down offered vile foods with a minimum of fuss.
When someone offers something you would rather not eat do not say something like, “No, thank you; I do not like it.”
If those words pass your lips, it will become the offerer’s Life Mission to get you to partake of whatever it is. Especially if they have prepared it.
No, no, no. Instead you look plaintive, and say sadly, "Oh-h-h-h. I love <vile food>, but I’m allergic to it.
They will give you a sad look, withdraw the offer, and leave you alone. Simple, but effective.
DD
Tomatoes are round, red, and full of seeds. Much like Satan’s testicles. I dare you to tell me that it’s mere coincidence.
Tomatoes and I have never been on good terms. There’s just something sad about a plate of spagetti suffering under the weight of smothering sauce.
Now a days, I have to be especially vigilent against Satan’s balls. You see, not only are they uncouth on their own, they hang out with bad company. My arch-enemy, Basil, is often found latching on to tomato sauce, like a spine-less codependant. I avoid basil and all its cohorts for the goodness of my health.
Yet, and yet even knowing that I can’t eat anything with basil in it, people keep trying to force tomato sauce on me. " Have a slice of pizza, surely it won’t hurt to have one piece," they say, smiling evilly. Sure, what cost is an itchy rash if it pleases the tomato-nazis? " I don’t think this sauce has any of that in it." If I don’t like tomatoes, and eating tomato sauce (whose label I haven’t been able to study in minute detail) might make me sick, why the hell do you fucking people keep insisting that I should have some?! For some reason the fact that I will eat ketchup simply isn’t good enough to satify them. Assholes.
Stop… you’re making me blush! You charmer, you! 
I adore tomatoes. Raw, cooked, whatever …
But this thread cracks me up. 
A common misconception.
An eyeball is more like a large grape with the skin on. And if you take that grape and squeeze it quickly, you’ll get a good approximation of the pop Xander experienced on Buffy.
I am so relieved to find I am not alone in my hatred of Satan’s testicles. I love pizza sauce, tomato juice (I know), salsa with NO chunks, etc. I love most things made from tomato unless it’s got chunks of the vile things…except ketchup, which I can ONLY tolerate on hamburgers. Other than that, ketchup is disgusting. I can’t even stand getting it on my hands when I’m making dinner for the family (henceforth known as the Evil Tomato Consumers). It turns my stomach to chop up tomatos for tacos, hamburgers etc for em, so I usually do “self-serve” on em. I bring a whole tomato and a knife to the table. They want em, they can chop em up. /shudder
How do you guys feel about green tomatos?
Firmly green.
Picked off the vine of the plant growing outside my house.
Sliced into slabs.
Dipped in salted cornmeal and fried.
Served hot.
::drool::
Oh, and FTR, I have eaten tomato sandwiches. With bacon. Little slice of heaven on a piece of bread.
Put me in Ex’s and FCM’s camp. You guys don’t know what you’re missing. All the more for us!
Well, people eat a lot of oysters around here, and those are Satan’s phlegm, I swear. “You don’t know what you’re missing!” Right. I don’t. And I don’t WANT TO!!!
I have TRIED tomatoes on various occasions. Not often, but a few times. Each and every time I hated it. I KNOW what I’m missing. Yuck!
The anger in this thread over tomatoes will result in a splitting of the SDMB. People will be leaving the boards over this. That was your plan all along, wasn’t it, Sauron?
Which brings up an important question.
Opal, Una, where do you stand on tomatogate?
I’m in IceWolf’s boat. Love 'em. I do remember very clearly at lunchtime in school a good friend came to the table and found me enjoying a juicy ripe tomato, jusdt eating it as one might an apple. “Uggh!!! How can you eat that. It’s like an abortion in there!”, he said. I did have to pause before finishing, but it helped me understand how others feel about tomatoes.
I would like to say that I respect others’ right not to share my love of the succulent red orbs (and pickled or fried green ones, too). Now, in the same spirit I wish people would stop trying to get me to eat lobster! I don’t like it. Acquired taste schmacquired taste! Same with caviar, mushrooms, and some other stuff people seem to think I ought to like! Be glad I don’t like it. That means there’s more for your greedy gob.
Tomatoism.
:eek:
WASSAMATTA with YOU PEOPLE!!!
::shakes head and licks mayotomatoguts off corner of sandwich::
How bout you give me your ‘maters’ and you can have my broccoli
While I admit to grudgingly eating an occasional slice of fresh tomato – as long as it’s sufficiently disguised, say, in a BLT so that the tomato flavor is buried under other flavors – the True Evil Spawn of this plant is none other than
CHUNKS OF STEWED TOMATO. WET, SLIMY CHUNKS. RED, GOOEY, ICKY, DRIPPING CHUNKS.
As a child, my mother felt compelled to persuade me to like stewed tomatoes. My father was of the belief that “If she has to eat it at least four times a week, she’ll learn to like it.”
To this day I will pick EVERY recognizable chunk of stewed tomato out of ANY food I am eating. Oh, and don’t even get me STARTED on the subject of oyster stew…
I don’t think I can add anything to this discussion, except:
Mayonnaise? On a hamburger?? What the hell is wrong with you? There is no reason that that question should even be asked. You want to talk about Satan-semen, you have found it. It’s all yucky and gross and it smells bad, and if you leave it out in the sun, it goes bad. As Exgineer has so astutely pointed out, if you leave a tomato out in the sun, you either get a) a warm, delicious tomato, or b) if left long enough, a sun-dried tomato, which is, if possible, better than a fresh tomato. Well, I tell a lie. Fresh tomatoes are better. But sun-dried tomatoes are pretty damn good. Unlike sun-dried mayonnaise.
[sub]Heheh. Now that the thread has been hijacked from tomatoes, we can continue our plan for world domination[/sub]