I can die happy now. I’ve had sushi. Of course, I didn’t cook it. I may be suicidal but food poisoning isn’t high on my list of preferred ways to go. I also had sushi before, except it wasn’t sushi because it was a frozen ready meal. Whatever is deep frozen and mass produced tastes the same—like nothing.
While I never go out, I made an exception to confirm the rule and actually went to eat out. Also, while I never eat with chopsticks (because I want to eat, not have a swordfight with my food), I ate with chopsticks. Finally, while I never drink tea (unless I believe I’m dying), I drank Japanese green tea from miniature cups.
I loved it all so much that I will never eat again. I don’t want to spoil my experience. Plus, the meal cost about a week’s worth of groceries. I still insist on never taking pictures of food, so below is a snap of the sushi place and my legs being bored and waiting with anticipation for sushiii.