I've cooked fried green tomatoes, they're pretty good. I love green tomato relish with red beans. Good eats.
You know, that reminds me of a sight I observed once, but whether in Russia or Ukraine, I no longer remember (it's probably in my notes of the sojourn).
The workers and peasants in the socialist paradises were big, really big, on tomatoes.
Ate them up; couldn't ever get enough of them.
One time, I bought some green tomatoes, the idea being they'd be red in a few days.
It was like flashing a crucifix in front of a vampire.
I was startled, really startled, at the violence of the reaction.
I never learned why they didn't care for green tomatoes.
It must have been a cultural thing; these same people looked upon me with Great Suspicion because I quaffed down milk whenever it was available (the quantity of milk under socialism varies considerably). It was as if I was swallowing liquid cyanide. Another American, from New York, whom I met later, had had the same experience.
