Saturday, August 29, 2015

No More Sushi For Me

Oh brother, I'm such a loser.  Less foods appeal to me the older I get.  My husband and I are boring eaters.  I could live on peanut butter sandwiches on white bread and fritos. I do like vegetables and fruit, but I dislike meat.  I'm not a vegetarian because the rest of my family are carnivores.  For example, this week we stopped at a family restaurant on our way north.  There wasn't one thing on the menu that looked good to me, but I knew I had to eat something.  I ordered a hamburger steak and mashed potatoes.  I asked for it to be cooked medium.  My husband ordered beef tips on noodles.  I got my plate of food and there was a round hamburger patty which was bright pink when I cut into it.  It was floating in au jus and covered with lots and lots of fried onions.  Really not sure if the au jus wasn't blood.  I gagged a little and my husband offered his plate of beef tips on noodles swimming in brown gravy.  I traded but didn't really like the meat, so I ate most of the noodles.  No wonder I usually eat at home and am so happy when I find something I like when we eat out.  My husband can't understand my keen sense of taste and smell.  Except today, he was glad he stayed home.  My daughter invited me to go shopping with her.  I was excited to go.  It is always fun to go shopping with her.  She is a shopper, and I can actually look around as opposed to making a bee line to the item we need, checking out and leaving.  When lunchtime came around, we met my son in law and grandson Ewan for lunch.  Ewan got to choose where we would eat.  Imagine my surprise when he wanted to eat SUSHI!  My gosh, I have never eaten sushi.  My daughters took me to a sushi restaurant one time, but I order something ordinary.  When it was time to order, Ewan wanted a salmon roll.  He wanted to sure it was wrapped in seaweed.  My daughter and son in law ordered all kinds of different sushi rolls like spicy tuna, salmon roll and an Alaska roll whatever that is.

 I just couldn't do it, so I got chicken and broccoli.  When the food came, my daughter asked if I wanted to try one.  Being the risk taker I am (NOT), I took a piece of salmon roll.  I figured if Ewan liked it, it must be a safe choice.  I can't use chop sticks either so I took my fork and was going to cut off a little piece.  My son in law Bret said they were already bite sized pieces so I should put it all in my mouth at once.  I gathered my courage and popped it into my mouth, but then I didn't know what to do with it.  I had to make the decision to swallow it or spit it out.  How would it look for an old woman to spit out her food, so I was polite and swallowed it.  I liked the white rice, I liked the avocado, but that pink raw piece of salmon just didn't cut it.  I will leave it at that, but I will never knowingly eat sushi again in my life.  I like my salmon cooked.  As for the miso soup with seaweed floating in it, I think they soak the fish in it to keep the fish moist so it rolls easily. 

My chicken, broccoli and rice was good.  I actually enjoyed it and the company was wonderful.  As I said earlier, I'm glad my husband stayed home.  He would have stayed in the car, that's for sure.

I know most people love ethnic food.  They love food that makes them sweat.  They love food they can't spell.  They love food from all different countries.  When I married my husband he didn't even use ketchup.   He has grown some in his food choices and will eat Mexican food and likes Italian food.  He has actually progressed far beyond what I can enjoy.  I must say this only applies to main dishes.  Give me a piece of pie or a cookie and it's a whole different story.  I like Danish Kringle, French Silk Pie, Belgium waffles, Mexican Wedding Cakes and other ethnic delicacies.  Maybe I'm not such a loser after all. 

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