Post blogger Keith Hemstreet has an issue with tomatoes. He describes his love-hate relationship by way of a recent dining experience in the Denver International Airport. In typical style, this story is not without its digressions, which, this week, include a public declaration of his manliness, thoughts on the beautiful and not so beautiful people of the world, and a classic pickle prank played on a college buddy. “Have you ever heard Ned Beaty squeal like a pig in the movie Deliverance?” asks Hemstreet. “If so, you have a good idea of the disturbing sound that woke me from my slumber later that night. I thought someone in the house was being murdered with an ice pick. But, it wasn’t an ice pick murder at all. It was our pickled friend, realizing that he had, in fact, been pickled.”