Sushi: The Story Continues…

The story continues…

Not too long after my first encounter with Sushi the uneatable, I, Anna the unrelenting, boldly proclaimed “I will love sushi even if it kills me!!!”

 Heh heh… now everyone knows how easy it is to talk the talk, but as for walking the walk… that’s a whole ’nother story.

Life moved on and the time flew by, until I was the 18 year old college student of a few days ago.  My older brother and I made plans to once again visit Chinatown after a full day of work on Saturday.  After sampleing bits of this and that I took a deep breath and left our table.  The time had come to make good on those words. 

With my boldly proclaimed words echoing in my mind, I nervously stepped up to the sushi bar and consulted with the Aisian dude behind the counter.  With his help, I selected four different uncooked items, complete with chopsticks and a container of sweet bourbon sauce.  

After making my way back to our table, my brother could barely watch me ingest the three different rolls.  I made it through those with a slightly queasy stomach then came the doozie…

A three inch long piece of raw tuna draped over some rice.

I poked it with a chopstick.  “How the heck do they expect anyone to eat this?” I questioned while turning a shade of green.  After a couple failed attempts to pick it up, I finally had the tuna poised in mid air, ready to be inserted in my mouth when I noticed something.  There was a lady across the way staring directly at me and my fish.  “Great an audience…”  I muttered and in that moment of aggravation, I stuffed it in my mouth.

Now what did I say again? Oh yes. “I will love sushi even if it kills me!!!”

It nearly killed me.

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Sushi: The First Encounter

Let me relay to you an amusing tale…

Once upon a time, on my 17th birthday, my mother took me out to eat at Chinatown (a Chinese buffet).  The food was absolutely fab, but during the course of our meal  something had caught my eye; the sushi bar.  Being my Asian infatuated self, I was delighted with the opportunity to add raw fish to my favorite foods list and promptly selected two interesting looking specimens from the spread.  A salmon roll (diced raw salmon with kelpy looking junk wrapped around it rolled in sticky rice) and a shrimp roll (raw green bean and uncooked pieces of shrimp wrapped in kelpy stuff and rolled in sticky rice).  After transporting the goods to my table, I suspiciously eyed the stuff, extremely doubting it’s edibility.  Then, with innards quaking and an incredulous mom looking on, took a bite. 

Mom said the expression on my face was priceless.

*Reposted from the now defunct CollegeMangaArtist.xanga.com*