Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Its always the tomatos, with the candle stick, in the library...

I really don't know why I keep eating tomatoes. Raw tomatoes. The first thing people warn you about when you move to any developing country is to avoid eating raw foods and drinking the tap water. Since, I'm a rebellious last child with a serious immortality complex; I've always ignored the latter but generally stick with the no-salad rule. The one exception is tomatoes. If I see them anywhere, by a roadside shack or the market where they are neatly piled up on the ground... I try to figure out a way to 'sanitize' and eat them. hmm..sanitize you say. yes. very scientific methods. If at home wash it with antibacterial soap, soak it in water for 10 min or less if they look super happy..etc. But here's where the real patent pending technology comes in...if you are out and you see a plate of sumptuous looking mozzarella and don’t shy away defeated, you ask for , ta da, a jar of vinegar. hmm can whatever is in there survive being drowned in strong vinegar is the logic. Well, without fail, there's always some heathen of a microorganism that survives and gets me sick. Like what happened last night. I am going to try and blame everything else I ate but deep down, I know and you know who it is.

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