Hey, he knows he doesn’t like tomatoes. That random liquid could be delicious. You never know until you try it.

Texture.

Thread over.

I’m so tired of explaining why I do not want to eat that disgusting squishy, drippy blushing slut of a vegetable. And no, I do not care that its a berry, fruit or an arthropod or whatever.

Picky eaters are oppressed minority. There I said it.