My love of sushi will one day lead to my demise. The scenario I can’t predict. Whether the death will be from overabundance, or from being so high on the anticipation of the delight I cross the street in the pouring rain paying no attention to the slick spots, and consequently fall cut my knee and bleed to death as happened last evening, (minus the bleeding to death part of course), I can’t say.
It goes from pouring rain last weekend to a stifling humidity this weekend. The humidity is like a free sauna, so I can’t complain really.
I have something to do at U of Delaware early next week. I’m leaving sometime tomorrow with a friend / fellow student to head for a beach 90 or so miles away from Newark. It’s worth the 90 mile drive to and from the beach for the one day I actually have to be in Newwark. I’m hoping to see my friend G, who you sometimes see around here, and who currently works and lives with his cousin at a beach town there.
I’ll catch up will everyone this evening. I’ve got to take advantage of this weather to clean up what was a rather abysmal garden this year, get some hair cut off, and dine with The Violin Man who is heading back to NY after a very short visit.
My dad is convinced that one day I am going to get the worst stomach bacteria and get violently sick from eating sushi. I try to tell him otherwise, but he won’t listen.
One of my blogger friends is a PhD in marine biology and he says the same thing. lol
You will get sick one of these days. As much bacteria as there is in raw fish you are playing the odds big time.
I wish I could take off for a few days to anywhere.
Only one friends you’re hoping to see at the beach?
Boy is my face red.
Hope you enjoyed the beach. More importantly, I hope you didn’t fall crossing the road for some icecream…
And I can relate to the sushi addiction. You zone in, focus and storm the counter. Forgetting the innocent left behind in your trial.
I try to control myself, it just doesn’t usually work.
A productive yet good time was had by all.
You and me both Cooper. And when I want it, nothing else will suffice it has to be sushi! There are several Japanese restaurants near me, but only one of them prepares it most excellently.
My stay in Japan has me hooked on sushi, sencha and matcha powdered green teas, furikake and a host of other Japanese cuisines. I’m at the Asian grocery store as much as I am my American grocery store.
I think that food has something addictive in it, lol.
I’m convinced of the addiction factor.
My love of sushi will one day lead to my demise. The scenario I can’t predict. Whether the death will be from overabundance, or from being so high on the anticipation of the delight I cross the street in the pouring rain paying no attention to the slick spots, and consequently fall cut my knee and bleed to death as happened last evening, (minus the bleeding to death part of course), I can’t say.
We share a passion for sushi. There is an all you can eat sushi restaurant not far from here…OMG it is so good. I always end up rolling out the door after hours of over indulging. The place is always packed and i am so surprised that they have not turned it into a franchise. I eat my way to happy the minute I walk through their doors.
I love where I live because I’m within walking distance of several, one in particular a small sushi bar up over a few stores is open very late as well. It’s a good vice to have I think. Not a cheap one by any means.