When I was a kid our neighbor across the street, Tony Caccamise (the guy who introduced us, oddly enough to meatballs), had a strangulated meatball, I mean, testicle. I only heard my parents talking about it and then only in hushed tones so as not to have the children hear it but, you know, of course I heard and the image that conjured up has stayed with me burnt in to my brain for nearly 60 years. And, when I think about it I involuntarily protect myself.
This one tomato. Sorta what I imagine a strangulated testicle to look like. It wasn’t half bad, once I cut out the weird areas.