12:20pm - I stare down at the sushimi on my plate and wonder what the hell i was thinking.
This blog started out as a record of me trying to stop chewing my nails. It eventually evolved to add little bits of random things that I felt like babbling about. Oh, and for the record - I still can't stop chewing my nails...
Thursday
#17 Sushi
New thing for 2014...#17... As described in an email to friends....
12:20pm - I stare down at the sushimi on my plate and wonder what the hell i was thinking. ordered me a bento box with more normal things in it...but his stuff arrived first and he insisted that I taste it. THERE IS A PIECE OF RAW SALMON STARING AT ME. Its RAW. As in, NOT COOKED. I feel bile rising in my throat. Seriously? Why in the HELL would people EAT this? I don't get it. Why did I agree to this? Turning slightly I eyeball the door. Is it too late to run? I buy time by snapping a photo of it and sending a picture to husband who replies "good luck". Bastard. I decide that NOW would be a wise time to open my chopsticks and learn how to use them. Another couple of minutes get wasted as I watch ninja chopstick skills and try to mimic them. I hope I can drop the salmon on the floor when he's distracted. Sigh. No such luck. I try to pick up the piece of salmon with my chopsticks and fail miserably. advises me to just stab the damn thing. I stab it viciously trying to kill it. Its so raw, I'm pretty sure I saw it crawl across my plate a few seconds ago. Impaled on my chopsticks, I hear the salmon say "save me!" and I drop it into my soy sauce to let it marinate. I make random conversation, innerly rolling my eyes at the rising edge of panic to my voice. I am not even making sense damn it!!! What am i even talking about? ARG!! I sigh loudly - most likely interrupting story at the time - but I can't think of anything but this gross looking meat and wondering if I'm going to throw up. It's time. I ask if I should chew it or just gulp it down and am advised to chew it. Ok. I scoop it up and toss it in. Chew. Chew. Chew. Swallow. Didn't throw it back up into lap. Score! Didn't even gag. Winner! I wait for the cheering crowd to applaud, the angels to sing and my award to be brought out. Sigh. Clearly no one appreciates what I just did here.
12:20pm - I stare down at the sushimi on my plate and wonder what the hell i was thinking.
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