My friend loves sushi. Yes, food made with all manner of fish and seafood and fish eggs and seaweed. *harf*
I hate fish and seafood, but I love my friend so some other friends and I took her out to her favorite sushi spot for dinner last night. I thought I would be brave and essentially go against the good instincts God gave me--I actually volunteered to eat sushi. As my meal. My entire meal.
I wish I could say it was a brilliant success, that I loved it and where had sushi been all my life. It was not like that, not a bit. Normally I eat with gusto, but I had to concentrate on the basic operations. Chew. Chew more. Don't breathe. Swallow. Repeat. Repeat?
I survived, yes I did. I will probably never eat sushi again. But it made for a wonderful, definitely unforgettable experience. I love that my friend got to enjoy some of her favorite food with her crazy girlfriends. I love that we moved to Perkins for dessert, where we laughed til we cried over the weirdest inside jokes, including what we would name our imaginary private homeschool academy (don't ask!). I love that we decided that trying new things is well worth the risk. I love love, way more than I hate seafood for sure.
Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.~1 John 3:18
A couple of us have never had Brazilian food, so that's our next adventure. I can handle that. But I might bring along some malt vinegar, just in case.
When my husband and I were dating... and getting back together after a break up... he took me to a sushi place for lunch, knowing how much I liked it. He, however, did not.
ReplyDeleteI was amazed when he suggested we eat there and even more amazed when he offered to try a piece.
After putting it in his mouth, though, he excused himself and, well, deposited what had been in his mouth into a planter outside.
At least he tried.. and then ordered tempura. :) But I was still impressed that he had tried.