Friend: (1:33:15 AM) tomatoes are good
Me: (1:36:26 AM) My dad hated tomatoes. The mere thought of them left him inconsolable and unable to speak. I swear once or twice he even wept when he peeled back the bun and found them converging on his burger. And when I was little, I wanted to be his partner in crime, and so I too swore off of tomatoes. I joined his alliance of disdain. But then one day my mother, sly fox that she is, hid one in my sandwich. And it was love at first bite. And I could not help myself. I began eating them in secret, biting them like apples and then hiding them in the back of the crisper bin. Eventually my father caught on. He was devastated. Our relationship was never quite the same
Friend: (1:37:42 AM) that’s a blog post
(True story)