My adventures with Sushi
The first time that I tried sushi
was when I was eight years old. And I did not like it. In fact, I detested it.
After that, whenever my family would go out for a Japanese meal, I would panic.
I had developed a childhood phobia for sushi and by extension—Japanese food.
The result, if we had to go out as a family, a Japanese restaurant was off the
list.
However, everything was about to change.
My parents met a new couple. The husband was Canadian and worked for many years
as an English teacher in Japan. He married a Japanese girl, and they started
calling us for dinner. I was in a dilemma. It was impolite to refuse a meal so
I got my second shot at sushi. Everything changed, and I fell in love with
sushi.
At 16, I started liking sushi. I
enjoyed sitting by the conveyer belt with plates of sushi coming up. But
Japanese restaurants were expensive and out of reach on my meager allowance.
So, I decided to start making sushi at home. I bought two books, the necessary
tools, and started my adventures with sushi. It took a while, but I became
quite good at making sushi. It was fun, exotic and enjoyable. And cheap. So
here is my advice: try making sushi at home. You will not be disappointed.
A picture from my 19th Birthday.
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