I hate tomatoes. That is, I hate fresh tomatoes.

Give me anything derived from them–ketchup, pasta sauce–and I have no issues. I can even be down with tomatoes cooked on a pizza.

I understand this is a bit of a dichotomy, but I assure you it is not unique in my dietary preferences. I also love peanut butter, but hate most of its uses outside of sandwiches. Don’t even get me started on the chocolate-peanut butter combination.

For some strange reason I recently decided to address this issue. Well, at least the tomato part. I don’t think I’ll get to the point where I’m tossing cherry tomatoes in my mouth, but I can delete “no tomato” from my sandwich orders. In fact, I have already consumed such a sandwich twice this week. In one case, at Quizno’s, I even tried to get extra tomatoes (not realizing they had already put them on the sandwich, I asked for tomatoes).

I haven’t died yet, so I guess there will be some more tomatoes in my future.