I grew up dreading tomato season in the Carolinas. Humble neighbors bragged about their bounties. Bags of tomatoes mysteriously appeared on our doorsteps. Tomatoes were served at every meal, flavors and types discussed at great length. Ugh!
Through the years, the phrase “Why don’t you like tomatoes?” became part of my life. “I’m allergic to them,” was my tired reply. People always eyed me suspiciously.
Fast forward to when I first met my now-husband. “How can you eat fresh salsa if you’re allergic to tomatoes?” he asked.