Katie Carew asked her friend Kevin Camilleri as she plopped down into the seat across from him in the school cafeteria. Kevin had opened his lunch box. Inside were all sorts of tomatoes—tiny grape tomatoes; small, round cherry tomatoes; oval-shaped plum tomatoes; and a big plastic bag filled with sliced tomatoes. And for dessert, he had a bag of tomato-flavored chips. Kevin picked up one of the oval-shaped tomatoes and bit into it like an apple. “I could probably eat about a million of these. I love tomatoes!” All the kids at the table laughed. They knew that Kevin had been a tomato freak since kindergarten. Back then they had even nicknamed him Tomato Man. “You’ve never met a tomato you didn’t like, right, Kevin?” Katie teased. “That’s not true,” Kevin said. “I’d never eat a tomato from the school salad bar.” The kids at the table agreed. The vegetables at the salad bar were pretty gross. “Hey, how do you stop a rotten tomato from smelling?” George Brennan asked, dropping his tray down next to Katie.
