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A war of words breaks out over big red Mr T Here’s a shocking statistic: we don’t all like the same things. And food in particular divides opinion like a well-sharpened cake slice. But we at Gobbler think the best solution is to meet these differences head on – sing the praises and hum the hatred of the most keenly debated foodstuffs – so we can all go about our lives, free of the burden. So to kick things off, please join us in appraising… the tomato FOR, by Richard A far simpler man than I once said ‘isn’t fruit mash-up?’ And whilst, at first, this observation may seem a nonsense, he does have a point. Mother Nature’s own-brand ready meals; fruit comes wrapped up all nice for you to eat. A proper miracle of evolution, for as mankind’s need to pack his lunch into a box came to the fore, so too did Nature’s measures to keep his sandwiches dry. And of all the fruits on offer, there is no greater example of this ingenuity than the simple tomato. No other product has cornered the market as comprehensively as this rotund little juicer. He straddles with ease the gap between fruit and vegetable – as comfortable grilled in a fry-up as he is in a glass of juice – whilst also finding time to form a sauce so delectable some of you would remove all other components of a sandwich, so as not to detract from its glory. Still need convincing? Try coating your beans, ravioli, spaghetti hoops or pasta shapes in the juice of a pomegranate. Nice? No. OK, blend up a courgette, pour it in a glass with some vodka and Worcester sauce and serve it to your Gran as an aperitif. Now watch her face. AGAINST, by Laura It’s the seeds, you see. And the goo. And yes (because I know you’re wondering) I like sauces and soups and ketchups and chutneys. If you were to join me for lunch, and request skate, but I’d bought hake, I would freeze the hake and get some skate. If, on a sunny day, you were wanting of an ice pop, but they were liquidy in the cupboard, I would place them as deep in the freezer as was possible. If you, however, were to so much as suggest you’d like tomato in your ham sandwich, then I would invariably ask that you do one. I won’t slice a tomato, be it cherry or beef or otherwise. I wouldn’t tar my knife. I won’t arrange tomato slices on a piece of bread, and I won’t clean up a tomaoey chopping board. In short, I will not be party to the splurge. I am unable to cope with the uncertainty – the not knowing where a seed will show up next. Tomatoes, they have guts. Raw, off-colour, wobbly, ominous guts. They have opportunistic guts, gutsy guts – guts which hop aboard for a good time on a lettuce leaf before a salad has even been tossed. Guts which sog out a sandwich before it’s even made the plate. Dense, explosive guts which ruin my meal times. I hate ’em, so I do. Do you? - http://www.thriftygobbler.com/9/

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