Pork Roll and Purpose

But not so for the author of a magazine article I read recently. No, her life was turned upside down by the fact that she had no stomach for tomatoes. Granted, tomatoes are more worthy — and ubiquitous, thankfully — than pork roll, but it still seemed like much ado about nothing.

I don’t really care about this woman’s aversion to tomatoes. But I do care about what the article eventually came to be focused on. Instead of just steering clear of the fruit and getting her lycopene from a pill, the author pumped a lot of time and, I assume, money into overcoming her tomatophobia. After an undisclosed expenditure of both those precious resources, the best she could do was to not run screaming from the room whenever one of the culinary culprits might be spotted peeking from under a lettuce leaf or be bold enough to come to the table draped in nothing more than a cloak of mozzarella and a jaunty little cap of fresh basil.