Midwestern Stromboli

When I was growing up, I was a very picky eater.

I hated sauces and condiments. I still can’t stand it if people lick a condiment off of their fingers. This just happens to be something my daughter does often. Gag!

Now a days I’ll eat tomatoes, but only if the seeds are gone. Usually they aren’t, unless I prepare them, so as a rule, I avoid them.
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