With Food There’s Always a Story

Yes, I’m a foodie, which I guess is a euphemism for my being fat, but I feel pity for the people who don’t realize all the wonderful qualities of  food. Besides its taste, there’s always an atmosphere around food, and within that environment a moment, a story can be created. Knock it off to me being superfluous or romantic with the edible, but food really has that quality of story telling by just the recall of its sight or smell. Now here’s one:


Sushi, if I somehow haven’t mentioned it before, is my favorite. I don’t know what it is about the raw fish and rice combo, but it gets me. It’s like a best friend that always knows what to say when I’m having a hard time. I have a hard time venturing out from my common salmon roll and eel & avocado roll, but I’ve tried many and for the most part they’ve brought me delight.

This roll was eaten at Sushi Park on 2nd ave between 1st and 2nd. The place is quite adequate for the quality of sushi compared to the price. There they have this deal where you order rolls list price that have to total up to $14.95 at least and then there’s a 50% discount. So for my three rolls here the sum was $18.50 and the total was $9.25. Cheap favorite? Ultimate favorite combo.

So now,

If anyone does not know what the little lump of green is on the bottom left of the plate, then this story will be a good warning. My poor dear innocent friend, MF, never had sushi before. When we got to the place the rest of the group had all ordered rolls with avocado included. Unfortunately, this processed oddly in her mind and when she received her dish she thought the green lump was avocado when it was actually wasabi. Needless to say, she was in for an unhappy surprise.

She took a good chunk of it and within seconds she was in tears.

We asked her what was wrong and it took her a good minute to be able to explain what she had eaten. We all laughed and tried to look concerned at the same time, but it was just too much. Wasabi is deadly in its spice. Its not a regular kind of spice. It flames your tongue and rushes vigorously out through your nose. (Sometimes I feel its good for clearing sinuses.) Its a spice that is also very hard to calm quickly.

Who knew something so soft and delicate could you tear up inside?