Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Roma Tomatoes

In the world of edible produce, the tomato definitely wins the "bag of guts" award. I like Roma tomatoes because they're smaller and firmer (there you go, perv), ergo they bruise and splatter less easily and seem to last a couple of days longer in the fridge. Plus they're cheaper than a handjob in a Phnom Penh karaoke bar. Why would you ever want to eat anything else?

RATING: 85%

(Image from www.freshchannels.com.)

12 comments:

Me said...

Them suckers splatter the crap out of my kitchen on command!

John said...

Yeah, sometimes I have to use a butter knife because I only have one serrated sharp knife and it's always dirty, so I have to kind of stab into 'em. It gets a bit messy.

Chris said...

You just need a better knife (for the regular tomatoes).

John said...

Thanks for the advice there, Iron Chef. But are you absolutely sure I don't need a worse knife?

laurie said...

Yeah, tomatoes call for a sharp non-serrated knife. Also, don't put them in the fridge because it robs them of their flavor. It's better to buy fewer and keep them on the counter. And that is my annoying comment of the day.

John said...

My mom kept tomatoes on the counter growing up, and I was always kind of grossed out by their warm, gelatinous guts and funky je ne sais quoi.

I really should buy a chef's knife, though.

John said...

When I was growing up, I mean. I don't know what she did with them when she was growing up.

Evan J Peterson said...

Gary freakin Glitter? I love you, John.

Robyn said...

But, are they cheaper than a ping pong show?

John said...

Yes, especially by the time you get done tipping the stripper, the bartender, the stripper's pregnant friend, and the midget in the bathroom handing out hot towels.

It stank in that place. Like cigarettes and the inside of people's bodies.

Robyn said...

Yeah, that was the smell of the ping pongs and the balloon!

John said...

"Bla la la la bla bla la la la poo-sie! Bla la la la la la Coca Cola! Bla la la poo-sie! Bla la la la SUPER POO-SIE!"

I don't know much Thai, but I like to think I got the gist of what that gentleman with the microphone was saying.