Nose
Turned up
Pushed away
Poor tomato
She refused to eat
Raw or cooked, either way
Ketchup she could tolerate
Her parents couldn’t understand
She’d eat ketchup and tomato soup
Couldn’t stomach the original fruit
Although it was never documented
Precisely when she tried them again
Perhaps on a fast-food burger
When mixed with the condiments
Culinary heaven
And it was game on
Stuffed with tuna
Tomatoes
Tasted
Good
©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben
https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/01/25/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-258-themeprompt/
Annette Rochelle Aben 
Am laughing at this … I still only take tomato in soup or sauce form, lols 😂 I enjoyed this poem so much, Annette 💕🙂
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I have to make sure I scoop out the snotty innards of the tomatoes before I can eat them raw…Thank you for the solidarity! 😉
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Why “she”? That describes my youngest son in detail… lol
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I knew I liked that dude! 😉
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I love tomatoes. When I lived in the Midwest I would grow them and on a hot afternoon go out and pick one and eat it in the garden
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As this IS my life… I also enjoy them. Except for stewed… Still can’t bring myself to eat them that way. 🙂
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Don’t think I ever had a stewed tomato.
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Fresh tomatoes are where it’s at. Give me a warm, garden tomato anytime.
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May tomatoes be abundant for you! 🙂
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Great poem, Annette! For me, it was onions. If I didn’t know it was in the food, I was fine, but if I saw one, that meal and I were done. Now, I love onions. Lol!
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Oh my goodness. What a turnaround for both of us, eh? 🙂
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Well, there you go! Not everyone’s fave, the tomato. For me, I’ll pop one in my mouth at the drop of a hat.
After all the hard times the poor tomatoes have had. And you must know: Roma. It got a baaad rap there. Until Cortez, the uncouth rascal glutton showed them “how” it’s best eaten. Hint: plateless.
Annette, allow me to point you to this post. Where I tell you what I know about that ‘love apple’ (sharing is caring)
https://selmamartin.com/ode-to-the-tomato-that-reigned-supreme-in-mesoamerica/
But, I know that our tastes are finicky things best left alone. All the best. xo
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May your garden overflow with the finest tomato! Heading over to check out that post. 🙂
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LOL, Sis! This was brilliant! I loved your take on the prompt. Brilliant! ❤
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Thank you so very much, Sis! ❤
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You’re welcome ❤️
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Tomato soup travails!
Loved it,😀
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Every time! Thank you. 🙂
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I can pinpoint the moment I went off raw tomatoes for about thirty years. Unless they were homegrown. It was on a boating holiday in Turkey, and I’d just made a tabbouleh salad. Nothing wrong with it, I just took one mouthful and went off tomatoes completely. Except soup and ketchup, of course!
(and I was a very fussy eater as a child, too – I join with the no sign of an onion in the mince brigade).
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Ain’t food life, grand? 😉
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Good one! It is funny how are tastes “mature” along with us.
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Thank you! And yes, it is funny! 🙂
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