Sushi

            Tonight my daughter Candace and I went on a date in downtown Grand Rapids.  The streets of GR were filled with people coming to see the Art Prize, the world’s largest popular art competition where the winner is determined by the open voting by the local population and not a panel of judges.  Candace and I hoped to see more art, but being the first weekend of Art Prize the city’s energy filled the sidewalks,  prohibiting us from really enjoying the many pieces set out for us to enjoy.  After trying to thread out way through a sea of tall people, (some of whom apparently felt that no one else existed but them), we ducked into a restaurant for a bite, leaving the art for another day.  Candace and I found ourselves in a quiet Japanese restaurant where we each dined on three fresh sushi roles, a bowl of miso soup, and a small green salad with tasty oil and vinegar dressing and spices I could not recognize.  I really enjoyed this restaurant.  First of all because it was not filled with loud people, but mostly because the food was amazing!  I would love to learn sushi preparation.  Candace told me that I could not because it is cost prohibitive only one or two people.  I told Candace she should marry a Japanese sushi chef for selfish reasons.  She just gave me one of those “Mom you are annoying” looks.

            I do not know how to make sushi, although as of tonight I do know how to eat it with chopsticks.  I have a rule about going out to eat that I mostly stick to:  Eat at restaurants that make food you cannot make yourself!  Bon Appetite!  (I’m sorry, but I don’t speak Japanese and I don’t like to Google-Translate)