T is for Tomatoes

I thought I would never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever say this, but . . .




I like tomatoes.

I know, I KNOW! No one has hijacked my blog, there is no gun to my head. This is real life. I enjoy them. They are good.

I have had like 3-4 sandwiches with just cheese and tomato. What? I know. It's weird. But I love it. I have had bruschetta with mounds of tomatoes, and wanted more. I got pizza with spinach, ricotta cheese, and, yes, tomatoes, which ended up being one of my favorite meals.

Also, I have freckles now. I am having a serious identity crisis.