The summer after I got married, I worked for a while mowing lawns in Chicago's fancy North Shore suburbs. For a few weeks there was a local youngster on the crew, and one day I drove him home and went in to meet his folks. His father offered me an apple. I started to decline, but then I looked at the fruit and said "Oh, they're ugly. Yes, thanks, I'll have one." The kid was horrified, but his father explained that when apples are bred for looks, flavor can get sacrificed. The same is true of tomatoes, and now the Florida Tomato Committee wants to deny people the option of choosing.
I want paper tritical.
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