My first sushi memory May 27, 2008
Posted by bookncurls in Uncategorized.Tags: bento, elementary school memories, Japan, lunch, Okinawa, sushi
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I was sitting at a long table in the lunch room of my elementary school. A lot of kids had lunch boxes like me but there was a girl who brought bentos (a Japanese lunch) instead. We did live in Japan. That wasn’t really odd. I probably tasted sushi before that. I must have been 7 or 8 years old at the time. I didn’t like sushi.
This girl, though, would open up her bento with a loud ooh and aah at every bite. That day she got overly extatic about a sushi roll her mom put into the bento. She said, “I bet you won’t eat this bite of sushi.” And I wouldn’t have until she made it a matter of honor and pride. That was the age when I ate a live spider because some boy in my sunday school class dared me. (which, by the way…live spiders taste a little hairy and a little light crunchy) In other words, no matter what my taste buds told me, I was going to love that sushi.
So I ate it. And loved it. Actually I realized that nothing tasted bad when it was a matter of pride. Thus was the beginning of my gradual love affair with sushi. And, as with many love affairs, what starts as a light attraction can end in a lot of heat which is what I do to my sushi now. Drabble the seaweed, the crunchy and raw things with a lot of wasabe and fish sauce. But it all started, this affair, as a dare in my elementary school in Okinawan, Japan.
Sushi at an aud hour January 14, 2009
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So I do this weird thing. I’ve been making friends with my favorite sushi/Japanese restaurant owners in Provo and Orem. Not that I do it on purpose. It just sorta happens. No matter where I go and what I do, I will always be part Japanese. So, I went to do sushi at Yamamotos today but when I got there it was closed. I picked a near by place to eat instead but as I got out of my car the owner of Yamamotos called out to me and opened the restaurant an hour early just for me.
So this post is dedicated to the owner of Yamamotos in Orem off State Street. He’s Korean and when asked will recommend the White Roll–called “white” because of the unique cream cheese flavored blend he uses on top of the roll. It’s not something I can afford often but the memory of the food lasts a while anyway.