Are tomatoes vegetables or fruits

Are tomatoes vegetables or fruits? Most people probably answer without hesitation that it is a vegetable, because it is used more when cooking. And in the mind of the leaves, it is always a fruit, a most delicious fruit. No matter how many experts use any reason to refute my point of view, I will stubbornly and firmly believe that tomatoes are fruits!

When I was a child, my favorite place to go was my own vegetable garden, and the most attractive thing for us in the vegetable garden was the tomato field, we did not call it tomatoes, only called it "persimmon". When a persimmon bears fruit, we start to pay attention to its daily growth. Watching the big fruit of the bean grow little by little, our desires also swell. The first person to notice that persimmons have a slight discoloration is the luckiest person.

Poor children can't eat fruit all year round, and when they first learn to make sentences or write essays, they often write "Her face is as red as an apple", in fact, I don't know what an apple looks like, and I don't know why I have to say that my child's face is like an apple. When we were young, persimmons became our favorite fruit. There are four brothers and sisters in the family, each of whom will patronize the persimmon field in the morning, afternoon and evening, and stomp on the ground hard, and none of us will wait until the persimmons are fully ripe. Sometimes, due to the impatience of mistakenly picking raw persimmons, biting a sour and unbearable bite, they are thrown in the ground, so they are often scolded by adults. The vegetable garden will be locked because of this, but it is difficult to lock up the delicious childhood, as long as we have the opportunity, we will sneak into the vegetable garden, put the persimmons that have just changed a little color into our pockets, and find a place where no one can enjoy the most beautiful food. The persimmons that have just been "pulled" but are not ripe are green and red, sour and sweet, and quench thirst and hunger. If we can pick a few persimmons at a time, we will take the most raw one back home and hide it in a place that we think is the most secret, and then take it out and eat it in two days.

So my mother would often encounter half red and half green persimmons in the cabinet of clothes, in the kang cupboard of quilts, and even in the jar of rice. "Who hid this?" Asked again no one squeaked, asked twice no one opened the mouth, before waiting for the third time, several pairs of small hands reached over: "I want to eat persimmons!" I'm going to eat persimmons! So a large persimmon was divided into several halves, and several children enjoyed it with a smile, and Baba smacked his lips, always feeling that he was not very happy, and hoped that his mother would turn it over again...

At that time, because it was a collective economy, the land that could grow vegetables in the family was very limited, so although we loved to eat tomatoes so much, we couldn't grow too much. When we were young, we ate all the tomatoes at home as snacks, so we never knew that it could be fried, boiled soup or cold mixed, we only knew that it was a very delicious fruit, and every summer it was a fruit that we could not lack.

It was only after I went to work and live in the city that I learned that the people in the city used tomatoes as a vegetable to eat. But I still like to eat raw tomatoes. After the local tomatoes were on the market, I had to buy a few pounds a day. Sometimes, because I love several varieties of tomatoes, I will buy several varieties at the same time and put them at home. They are large and small, heart-shaped and lantern-shaped, red and yellow, and even green "thief does not steal"... In my eyes, each of them is a treasure, and each one makes me salivate. Throughout the tomato season, no other fruit will tempt me. However, the summer in the north is short-lived, and after September, it is no longer possible to buy decent locally produced tomatoes in the market.

I reluctantly bid farewell to my favorite fruit and my favorite season. And now I found myself pregnant, and the severe pregnancy reaction made me unable to eat anything, eat what to vomit. After the school started the following spring, I served as the head teacher of the preschool class of the school, and the work was more tiring. I'm five or six months pregnant, and I still throw up every morning after breakfast at home, and every day I go to class on an empty stomach. I had to buy a pack of small biscuits in the small shop at the entrance to the school gate before entering the school, the biscuits were very small pieces, and occasionally I ate two pieces to solve the hunger of the morning, and after eating it did not vomit.

In the same class as me was an old teacher, surnamed Gou, who was fifty years old, and she cared for me as an elder. Teacher Hook saw that my physical condition was very anxious for me, and she said that she would find a way to open a small stove for me. At that time, our school still lived in bungalows, and there was a stove in every classroom. Teacher Gou brought potatoes from home and roasted them in the hearth, and when the smell of burnt baked potatoes filled the classroom, my stomach and intestines immediately became excited, and I, who had always hated eating rice and pasta during pregnancy, had a strong interest in baked potatoes. Watching me eat three potatoes with great interest, Teacher Hook was very happy. She asked me to take care of the students, and she said she was going to sneak out of the school to buy something. When she came back, she took a bag of tomatoes from her backpack and handed it to me: "I bought it specially to send you..." Seeing the tomatoes that I had not eaten for many months, my gastrointestinal tract was excited again, and I happily put my arm around the neck of the hook teacher and kissed her.

At the end of the day, I was ready to walk through the wide playground towards the school gate. Not far away, the stomach was overwhelmed by the discomfort of overturning the river and the sea, I covered my mouth, and forced myself not to spit it out, but I still couldn't hold back. I watched as the pile of yellow-red dirt I spat out almost fell from my tears. I'm not sorry for my body, I feel sorry for the hard work of teacher Hook. How she wished I could get through this difficult time and give birth to my baby smoothly!

Teacher Hook didn't see how miserable I was when I vomited, nor did she see how I handled the vomit. When I came to work in the afternoon, I didn't mention the tragic scene to her. She whispered to me, "I'll give you baked potatoes tomorrow!" I nodded. The next morning at the teachers' morning meeting, the director of teaching made a special request to all the teachers, she said that when she inspected the classes, she found that some homeroom teachers actually baked potatoes in the classroom to eat, making the classroom full of potato aroma, not to mention that so small students, that is, adults smell will be hungry, how can they still have the heart to go to class? Hopefully this won't happen again next time.

Teacher Hook quietly looked at me, and I grimaced at her and smiled bitterly. Teacher Hook told me that it was good that the leader did not say that we were not allowed to eat fruit in the class, otherwise it would be even worse. She saw that I was getting more and more puffy day by day, and she was very worried about me. She said she would tell her if I wanted any fruit, and she would find a way to help me buy it back. I said I just wanted to eat tomatoes, but now the tomatoes come in from the south, not as good as the local food in the summer, and after eating them twice, I am no longer interested.

Due to the severe pregnancy hypertension syndrome caused by long-term malnutrition, I bled heavily when I gave birth to my daughter and almost lost my life. For a long time after giving birth, my body was always bad and my head was always dizzy. After the doctor's examination, he said that my blood pressure was very low, the low pressure was only 45, and the high pressure was only 60, and if I did not strengthen the treatment and nutrition, I was afraid that I would faint when I walked. I went to the hospital again and again to inject glucose, and drank tonics box by box, but my body did not see any improvement.

When my aunt, who worked in the hospital, led me to the doctor again, the doctor quietly told us about the secret recipe for treating this disease: "Eat more tomatoes with high vitamin C, it is best to eat it dipped in white sugar, normal people can eat about six or two tomatoes a day to meet the needs of the body, and you can eat more." "I was so happy to hear that tomatoes could cure my illness! In the days that followed, I used tomatoes as my tonic and my only fruit. I heard that the doctor advised me to eat more tomatoes, and in the peak season of tomatoes, relatives living in the countryside often sent the best tomatoes in the family to my home in a basket, and the pure tomatoes without a little pesticide fertilizer tasted particularly good, and I could eat several pounds a day, and I couldn't get tired of eating.

My health is getting better, and I can work and live again. I'll still buy many tomatoes the next season when tomatoes are on the market, and in my mind, it will always be my favorite fruit.