They look so friendly. They're my favorite color. They're filled with vitamin C. And lycopene. They do good things for your cholesterol. And your heart. They're a natural anti-inflammatory. And yet they fill me with dread.
I put it off for two days, but tonight I brought it up and told Gerry it was time. I was going to try one. "I thought we were making pizza?" he said. "No," I said, "I want to try it raw."
With a glass of water standing by, I took a deep breath and bit into a slice. Gerry said my face screwed up like a prune, and he knew right then I'm just not a tomato girl. Not wanting to give up, I will try again tomorrow, with the pizza.
He, however, will be happy to eat my share.