Did I ever tell you this? I used to be afraid to chop vegetables because I was convinced I would accidentally split an atom and destroy the city.

Or do you ever worry that particular pairs of molecules are best friends, and that one ill-fated slice of a tomato might separate them forever? Maybe they’re even married, or they are second-class molecules that have had to make do with a commitment ceremony. That would be so tragic. Sometimes, when I slice a tomato, I try to eat the whole thing so those poor subatomic companions might be reunited in the end: they have until they hit the water purification plant to find each other again.

It doesn’t just have to be tomatoes, though. I would imagine that two molecules in any kind of fresh fruit or vegetable could form a special bond.

In processed food, though, I hear it’s every molecule for itself.