>>21424824 (OP)One of my fondest childhood memories is standing on a stepstool, leaning over the kitchen sink with my grandmother, eating whole raw tomatoes off the vine as if they were apples. Letting the juice run down your arms, greedily slurping away like it was an utter delight.
I love raw tomatoes, even more than if they're cooked. I'll plow through a whole pint of grape tomatoes in the car on the way back from the grocery store.