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By mia_marie810 Date: 2003 Jan 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.03.10.26.17451]] |
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I just got back from having lunch with a couple of my friends. We went to a small restaurant called "Nippon;" a Japanese restaurant. I've never been interested in Sushi - it scares me. They all ordered Sushi, and taught me a little bit about it. They taught me how to mix your Wasabe with Soy Sauce to make the perfect dipping sauce. I was pretty interested, but still, too scared to try it out. I ate the usual: Teriyaki Chicken. I wanted to try the Sushi, really. But after I declined, they never offered again, so I didn't ask. I mean, this year, I should be up to trying new things, right? That should be my resolution (I couldn't think of a good one yet): to try new things for a change. Still, though. Uncooked seafood? That's scary. After rushing back from lunch, and stopping at a coffee house to buy a gift certificate, I am glad that I didn't try the Sushi. I think I would throw up. So, I sit here...waiting...for something to happen. Should I work? Should I call my husband and chitchat on the phone a bit? I don't know what I'll do. Then, Sheree comes to my desk. She's the lady who tried to sue the building because she slipped on some water. She's the lady who has the longest hair I've seen in a long time. She's the one who brushes her teeth after every meal, but doesn't use a high-tech toothbrush that someone as anal about clean teeth should use. "Hi Mia. Since you're half Japanese, would you like a piece of Sushi? My mom made it," she says. I stare blankly for a bit. "I don't eat seafood," I say. "It's not seafood, though." "Oh, what's in it?" I ask. "Egg, onion, eel, avocado. But the eel is cooked and it tastes more meaty than fishy." She stares at me. "Oh, yeah! Of course! I'd love to try one," I say, with a tried smile. "Thank you very much." "You're welcome," she says, "Is your dad Japanese?" "Yes. He's in Tokyo right now." "Oh, I'm third generation American." What the hell does that mean? Am I second generation American? Or am I first? I try to figure it out, and keep smiling, holding the piece of Sushi on a Kleenex in the palm of my hand. "Thanks so much, Sheree." "You're welcome." |