Plump, red tomatoes are my favorite with deep dimples where they once clung to the stem.  Sliced up and steeped in olive oil, a sprinkling of salt. Alas, they resurface on my cheeks.  Cling to the corners of my nose and rise into red bumps.  Tomatoes are no longer part of my food intake, but I still buy them.  I cannot resist their luscious appeal.  I want to feed my desire but then I remember the plump and painful bumps on my face.  The pretty tomatoes languish in my vegetable drawer, longing for me to again slice and ingest them.