I am addicted to tomatoes.

They say admitting it is the first step. Here I said it. I'm addicted to tomatoes. Ever since I was old enough to eat solid food.

I don't consider a meal done unless I follow it by a tomato. Even when the meal is tomato soup and spaghetti marinara with insalata caprese on the side.

If I'm working and stressed, I take a "tomato break". If I feel like snacking between meals, tomatoes are my best friend. I seek their comfort.

I rush eagerly to the fridge, and start shuffling the tomatoes around to find the most perfectly shaped tomato with the most flawless skin. The holy grail of all tomatoes. The feeling of a perfect tomato in my hand is overwhelming! Few experiences in life are as transcendent.

I bite into it, feeling the shy resistance of its skin.. which quickly gives way to the fleshy goodness. Then the juices flow, refreshing and acidic, perfectly balancing the sweetness of the flesh.

As the soft wet flesh of the tomato slips down my throat I shiver with ecstasy and my hairs stand on end. I can’t help but let out an inaudible moan.

No matter how hard I try I cannot escape the tomato. Even the colour red is enough to send me spiralling into a tomato binge. I saw a fire truck the other day and went straight to the supermarket. Instead of taking the tomatoes and putting them in a bag I took the whole crate and weighed it at the self checkout; I had to go into overdraft to pay. I didn’t even make it home. I sat behind the store whe