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You Say Tomato, I Say Be Patient

What drove my poor grandfather batty was my habit of slurping the best part out of the tomatoes he had nurtured with loving care outside the kitchen door. The way you might slurp an oyster from its shell, the way you might lick the icing from an Oreo cookie, I would inhale the clear, greenish see...
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By Tim Stark