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[wickedflea]

I woke up at 3:30 from an extremely vivid dream about sushi. I was eating the HELL out of some sushi at some crasy joint with racks of king crabs all over the walls.

This is kinda scrange because I don't really eat sushi. I mean, I eat it from time to time, and I like it fine, but I've never taken the effort to figure out the different kinds and what to order and all that jazz. I just let other people order while I try to retrain myself to use chopsticks. But I was loving the sushi in that dream, and I woke up starving for it.

So I'm thinking about getting sushi for lunch (we have a decent place in town), but I'm gonna have no idea what I'm doing. They'll probably end up bringing me a cheeseburger.

Comments

[4hour-ramona.livejournal.com]

sushi is delicious! but i have to stick to the egg and veggie kinds.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

we don't allow veggies in alabammer. they're unamurican!

[davesslave.livejournal.com]

My best friend in grade school was Japanese-America. So, I was trained by her family to eat sushi as an appetizer or as part of a meal. Sushi bars were for old men who needed something to soak up all that saki they were drinking. I adjusted, though. I can certainly make a meal out of it, now.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's always seemed a little weird to me that people eat sushi as a meal. I mean, I have, but usually after a few pieces, I'm ready to get to the fucking FOOD! :D

[jah9000.livejournal.com]

There is a man-law that sternly indicates male love of sushi is akin to love of other raw meats in your mouth.

One of testosterone's primary effects upon the human anatomy is the development of the urge to set fires and char animals over them.

Saw it on the History Channel.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Caucasian, please. There is nothing sissy about ripping a fish from the sea, slicing it open, and eating it raw. Anybody can eat meat that's had all the bacteria burned out of it.

(Just playing devil's advocate here, really. On 99 days out of 100, I'd rather have a steak than just about anything.)

This reminds me--we just published this crazy cookbook called Man Food that features recipes originally published in some sort of iron-trade periodical in the '40s and '50s. It's all stuff to be cooked in cast-iron, like muskrat stew. (The important thing to remember about muskrat stew is not to puncture the musk gland when eviscerating the muskrat. Who knew?)