Finally, I said to April, "That is it. I’m not going to worry about this anymore. I’m just going to keep doing what I’ve been doing, which has been working fine. I’m just going to keep doing my own thing and staying open." When I said it to April, it was kind of bullshit, but later when I repeated it to Leeanne, I was starting to buy it a little bit more.
At any rate, not long after that, Kellie invited me out for sushi with some of her friends. I always feel like such a moron going for Japanese food. I’m still pretty afraid of the whole concept, frankly. After all, barely even two years have passed since I choked down my first mussels. Okay? I’m just saying, those were cooked and in a cream sauce. Kind of a far cry from something raw staring up at me from a pretty Japanese plate. This is what happens to a kid when they grow up eating boiled potatoes every day for dinner (no offense Mom).
In the spirit of staying open and exposing myself to new things, I sat beside Kathleen and begged her to help me pick something raw to try.* She settled on spider roll and a maki platter for us to split. The maki platter contained a few items I found pretty harmless (unagi roll, tempura shrimp roll) and also … the dreaded spicy salmon roll.
To be honest, there isn’t much more to this story. I ate it; it was good. I didn’t gag. Not even a little bit. The place was way too bright, and the service sucked but the company was awesome and I did something I didn’t think I could do. I feel pretty pleased with myself, even though I know all you sashimi eaters out there are rolling your eyes and snickering because a little raw salmon and roe barely, barely scratches the surface. Yeah, I know it.
We all gotta start somewhere.
* I should say, this wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for some fairly significant hand-holding by the Long family on a couple of previous occasions.