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Originally Posted by innerSpaceman
Born and raised on the east coast left me with no taste for guacamole. I hate the stuff.
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I was lucky in that we had briefly lived in California after I was born and my parents loved mexican food. However, when we moved to Long Island, much to our dismay, there was none to be had. The only avocados were those nasty Florida monstrosities. Occasionally, Dad would travel to LA on business and bring back a suitcase of of avocados, tortillas, jalepenos, etc. It was always a really special treat. All of my friends though we ate very strange food though.
As far as tomatoes, my dad has always been a fanatical gardener. I grew up pretty much always having fresh tomatoes that were unlike anything available in the store. In the summer, he would slice them and some onions and put balsamic vinegar over them, along with a little salt and pepper. I hated the onions, loved the tomatoes. To this day, I'll eat them no matter how they are prepared. Well, except stewed, I suppose. Then again, I don't think I've ever had a stewed tomato. It just sounds wrong.