I Eat Tomatoes Novels & Stories

Izzie’s eyes narrowed. Sebastian gestured towards the empty forks. “She ate two cherry tomatoes and one mushroom.” He sounded personally offended. “That doesn’t even qualify as a snack.” Rosie shrank slightly. Meanwhile, Izzie puffed out her cheeks. “Mommy ate loads!” “Loads?” “Yes!” Sebastian looked genuinely baffled. “That’s what you’re calling loads?” “She ate more than she normally does!” The words left Izzie’s mouth before she could stop herself. Rosie’s heart nearly stopped.

"Yer crazy, dude. Yea, can I have 'em?" Tony turned around to him and dropped a tomato in his mouth. They were the really sweet yellow cherry tomatoes from the horticultural department. Quite delicious. Tony hated tomatoes, and usually so did Dillon, but he liked the yellow ones. At least they both avidly hated mayonnaise or anything similar. Once he finished that one, Tony gave him another. All the while, he munched away on salad. He looked hungry, and if Dillon went by how empty the kitchen and fridge were, lunch was the last time he'd eaten. The sight of the salad did have his stomach interested.

*** Feral bit into a sliced tomato from his meal and instantly his fair face went blue and he bent over in a dramatic hurl. “Don’t be like that fey, it makes the tomatoes sad, you have to eat them just like the other veggies to show that you love them all equally so they’ll all grow beautiful for you!” a lovely lady with long black hair tumbled to the grassy floor, its length unknown and gorgeous red eyes said with a beautiful smile as she placed another set of tomatoes into his food. “Mother…. don’t want to…. blergh,” Feral said while throwing off his face and pushing back the food showing serious rejection.

he asked, curling his lip. "I love salad," she told him. Her mother was very big on healthy eating, so it had been drilled into her since birth. With a dressing and a cheese, her mother wouldn't fully approve of this particular salad, but she wasn't right about everything. You had to have something tasty on the plate. "You're mad," he said, watching her eat a tomato with interest. "I've never eaten a tomato before." "Seriously?" Toni asked. She found that hard to believe.

Morgan froze, his expression stiff with embarrassment and irritation. "I already took my clothes off, and this is what you're telling me?" Seeing the two tomatoes in my hands, Eli immediately understood. He smiled gently. "I almost forgot—this is how humans eat." Th-then how else would we eat? When you're hungry, you eat food. What else—air? Thankfully, Eli was considerate. He stepped over, took the two tomatoes from my hands, and said thoughtfully, "Master, please wait outside. Leave the cooking to me. Morgan and I aren't picky—we can eat anything."

"See these tomatoes? I grew them myself, on my own land. This is satisfaction. This is me, making my dreams come true. I don't need a man in my life to be happy and content." "Oh, Emma." Jenny shook her head. "Honey, if you're looking at a tomato like it's going to take the place of a man in your life, things are worse than I thought. Your veggies are yummy, sure, but they're not going to hold you at night, or kiss you when you come home from work, or make you scream when you-"

“Well, there’s the bread, it’s carbohydrates, totally good for our body. And lettuce, it’s a veggie! And the tomato, its-” She was cut off as two crumpled paper napkin come flying at her and she laughed.

Spaniards really loved tomatoes, so many dishes had a strong tomato flavor. I told Sophie, “Tomatoes are Hayden’s favorite.” “Then, he should have come.” Hayden wanted to join me, but he had just returned to work and could not take time off.

I had worked the land here many times myself and planned to do so again soon. Deeply red tomatoes were my first target, and I put four of them in the basket. After that, it was a head of arugula, leeks, a cauliflower, and some basil and rosemary. Then I walked to a Granny Smith apple tree I had eaten from all my life and took two. Then, just to be a little fancy, I snapped up some nasturtium blossoms. Chris watched me in silence, but when I showed him my now-full basket, he smiled and said, “Quite the haul. And those do look good, but everyone knows fresh vegetables are better than what you get at Walmart.”

"We've seen those before but never picked them. No one knew if they were safe." Mel turned the fruit in her fingers, examining it closely. The colouring was familiar, and very similar to a sweet berry she had eaten often at home. The texture also felt right. She brought it to her nose and the smell was pleasant. "We had something very similar in Sprite. I believe it's safe to eat." She bit into it and the women watched, some with curiosity and a few with concern. The taste was sweet with a sharp tang underneath that surprised her. "It's good," Mel said with a pleased nod, wiping juice from her chin with the back of her hand. "A little sour, but good."