Hate is a strong word. I don’t hate tomatoes… I just hate how they feel in my mouth. And I hate the green acidic twang they add when accidentily left in my burrito. And I hate how silly I feel ordering Mexican food minus tomatoes and then having my order arrive with tomatoes.
But wait, tomato! Don’t go… this doesn’t mean that you can’t hang around here! I mean, we can work something out. You can wear disguises, get a tan, do some contortionist yoga… I’ll let you tag along.