Harold

I have never had a desire to explore the numerous cultivars or varieties of tomatoes to determine if one was not going to make me vomit. Blind testing seems like a masochistic exercise now that I think of it.

With your description though, I might try a Budyonovki tomato (I assume Budenovka / Будёновка) if I am ever presented with one.

Thank you for the tip.

You assume this is about taste.

In my case, when the texture of tomatoes touches the inside of my mouth I get the urge to vomit. When I was forced to eat them as a child, I literally ended up puking. The taste of Cherokee purple tomatoes will not change that.

A similar thing happens with egg plants, water mellons, and similar ‘squishy’ textures.

The taste of tomato paste, or ketchup? Love it.

Your SO and I are not the same.

You just made me realize the Zoomers are actually much closer to making Warhammer 40k a reality. IT engineers are like Tech Priests to these Zoomers.

What are they going to do, put up a sign that says “don’t let in frikineh@lemmy.world”?

Also, fuck cancer. (Cancer vaccines may be next, the end of the article.)

Or I dont know… an embassy 🧐

My own father was harsh, complicated, difficult to deal with.

I always thought I’d do the opposite.

What I learned later on was to ask my own children what their day was like, what excited them, how I could help them when they needed it most… and then you need to listen. Even if they’re asking silly things, things they have yet to learn, that’s how you find that connect.

And to some extent I try to balance the discipline by thinking, if I drop dead tomorrow, will I have prepared them as best as I could to become their own person? Will I have done it in a way that they’ll remember me fondly?

So far my kids have always said I am a great dad, all the same I ask myself if I could do better every day.

I think the question you started with here is the most important one though, how can you do great/better.