Disclaimer: I’m not the photographer in this family. So most of the pictures in the following post are pretty awful. However, I think that adds something special to the whole experience, don’t you?!
I’m a weird vegan (no – not redundant, thank you very much). Until recently, I had a pretty hard time with quite a lot of vegetables. Over the years, though, my tastes have changed, and I’ve learned to love lots of the ones I heretofore abhored. But I’ve still got some quirks:
- I love guac, but hate avocados. So I usually mash ’em up with salt and pepper and lemon (and cilantro and hot sauce if they’re on offer), and I do just fine.
- I love tomatoes, but not raw…unless they’re in a salsa or bruschetta (I told you I was weird).
- I love mushrooms, but only the forest ones from France and occasionally shitake or portabello. Not often. And never, never button mushrooms. Blech.
- I only recently started tolerating eggplant (aubergine). More on this below.
I think that’s about it. Still, even with my disclaimers around the humble tomato, I cannot live without them. I simply don’t know how. I’m from SoCal. We always had tomatoes when I was growing up, either from my mom’s vegetable patch or from the store. But in semi-rural France, tomatoes in the winter is a very new concept, indeed, and owing to the fact that everything is labeled, we’re reminded that the tomatoes we eat in the winter are grown in industrial serres – greenhouses – mostly in Spain – and literally loaded with all sorts of not-very-nice things to make them grow when they’re really not supposed to.