What on Earth is the point of fried tomatoes?
Seriously. You take a perfectly nice fruit like a tomato, you cook it until it's a gooey mess, then you dump it on top of your breakfast so the juice and seeds flow all over the place and make your toast all soggy.
All you're left with is a tough, leathery skin with a few clumps of flesh hanging to the underside. And, if you are stupid enough to pop it into your mouth, you immediately scorch your tongue and end up speaking with a lisp for the rest of the day.
A cheese and tomato sandwich is a wonderful thing. A freshly plucked tomato still warm from the greenhouse is a one of life's great pleasures—especially if eaten. But fried tomatoes are seriously overrated.
Give me a baked bean any day of the week.