Sushi

Mr. "Won't Eat Oyster Stew" came home a few weeks ago all excited about a new adventure he had. For lunch one day his friends finally got him to try some sushi. Wierd, but Justin just loved it. He had tried one that has crab, cream cheese, mango and avacado all rolled up in sticky rice. He isn't a fishy person, so this came as quite the shock that he loved this sea food dish.

Last night he wanted to share his new found love with me. It actually wasn't too bad and I figured it is one of those things that probably gets better with time. The texture of the sticky rice mixed with all of the flavors made me gag, but just a little. The second time, it wasn't so bad either and I thought, "I could get used to this." Well, then my plate comes and has some Sushi, Teryaki chicken, an array of Japanese food, and along with my sticky rice, a hair. It didn't bug me too bad because I wasn't going to eat the rice anyway. Then I got looking and they put like those golden and black sesamee seed things on everything just for a garnish I guess. I ate some chicken and in the middle of dinner, I figured what the black sesamee seeds reminded me of: mouse poop. I tried to keep eating because I was so hungry but each mouthful just made me think of mouse poop and my stomach started to churn to the point I almost lost it. I'm glad Justin took me to try sushi, but it might be a while before I go back.