Yesterday was a break through.
I ate Sushi. I actually took the initiative, ordered for myself, and ate it!!!! (mixed the soy with the green stuff too, with caretakers ofcourse telling me STOP too much whatchamacallit) wassabi was it?
I didn’t throw up and I wasn’t forced into it.
Just thought it was worth saying.
Usually when you try something new, it is always safer to ask the experts of the task, or the service providers (can you tell I just got out of a coporate meeting?), but for some reason this time I decided to look at the pictures and descriptions of the SUSHI and take my pick independantly.
Needless to say, the Sushi picture menu is one of the most colorful adventerous little booklets I have EVER seen in my life, and I used to work as a teacher once upon a time (many many coloring books, text books and simply ill written but well drawn homework assignments !
I chose a pretty little square thing which looked fried with a very familiar shrimp ala tooth pick on top.
Don’t remember its name, but it was one of the sushi’s u order by a “one” not 6 or 4 or 8.
Eru? Iri? Iru?
Next time I will take a picture. Not a mental picture. A real picture.
As much as i enjoyed the diversity and the luxury of mixing and matching from single order sushis, I decided I must go closer to the safe side than the fun loving adventurous side I am well known for.
I asked the waiter about this particular order which comes in 8s. I decided again, to go for my trusted shrimp, with rice ofcourse (looking like a roll) and avocado.
Shrimp, I like.
Rice, I like.
Avocado, I likey like.
So it was that.
I ordered my 10 little pieces of sushi and waited anxosioly for my order to arrive.
The waiter caught my eye from across the room.
I smiled at him.
He smiled at me. No, it was not a mutual attraction (silly you!), we were both exited about the moment the first piece enters my mouth, and I savour my first ever taste of “THE SUSHI”.
He placed the pretty set plate infront of me. He stood there for a second, but as if he just remembered he can’t just stand there and watch for my reaction, he stationed himself strategically far but in range.
I saw the chopsticks and started thinking.. oh shoot..
Then i saw something that warmed my heart. The waiter has provided me with chopsticks tied at the top. Like a begginers third wheel on a children’s bike.
I took it (seemingly ofcourse quite professional) and picked up (elegantly) my first roll, then I put it down.
I did the soy with the green wassabi (am hoping that is what it’s called).
I picked up my roll again and slightly dipped it in the spicy soy.
As I dipped, I asked a question “do I bite a piece of, or do I swallow it whole?”
Simoltaneously, all the sushi eaters at the table chanted “Swallow”.
I put it in my mouth. I let it slip from the wood utensils.
I am in love.
Sushi’s Da man.
Thank you very much.