Ah well, I guess that means I'll just have to eat sushi all by myself...
Darn it all!
Om nom nomnom.....
I WANNA EAT ALL THE SUSHI!
. . . Ahem, please excuse me. My manners ran away for a minute. What I meant was "Would you please share all the sushi with me?"
I've never met a piece of sushi that I didn't like. I'll admit that I was in my "comfort zone" of what I would order, then I went wild and worked up the nerve to taste an an eel something. Boy. Was that awesome! After the eel, I'll try just about anything, sushi-wise.
The most recent thing that I worked up the nerve to try?
I've always had an aversion to olives, it's been too many years to mention since I've tried one. Just the other day DD#2 brought home a wonderful Mediterranean salad which was full of olives. In deference to the polite side, I smiled as I put one in my mouth. What the heck? Try it, you'll like it.
My brain said "Ew! Ew! Ew! what is that horrid thing in my mouth!" while my polite side chewed and swallowed (I hoped my grimace didn't show
) and I thanked DD#2 profusely for the delicious salad.
At the end of the meal, DD#2 saw all the olives pushed over to the side of my plate and asked "What. You couldn't choke down more that one?"
I love my DD, but Olives will never pass through these lips again.