Day Thirteen: Following the Conveyor Belt Forward

I ate the last of the hard boiled eggs in my fridge this morning, and it was fine. You're probably sick of hearing about hard boiled eggs and frankly, I'm a little sick of writing about them. I still don't love them, but I'm ready to move on. Or, at least, to start having them on salads and, one day, maybe an egg salad sandwich. But I ate it. Also for breakfast this morning, I ate a prune. Which was the squishiest, most unpleasant dried fruit I think I've ever had. The package claimed, "Ounce for ounce, bite for bite, better than apples!" Which I guess could be true if you don't like apples. And they probably mean that nutritionally.

But the biggest news I have today does not concern today's breakfast of things I don't like or anything else I might eat today. It's about last night.

Last night, I ate sushi.

Okay--I ate two California rolls and a tiny bit of seared salmon. And then I had orange chicken. BUT: I did eat sushi. At a sushi restaurant. With the little conveyor belt of oddities buzzing past my shoulder and the smell of fish all around me. Oh, and I tried a tiny bit of my friend's sweet egg dish, which was surprisingly good.

I don't think, the next time I go for sushi (which might be very soon) that I will be having California rolls again--they were fine, but I want to challenge myself further. The seared salmon was really interesting, though I had such a small nibble, it's hard to tell. The texture, I thought, was really interesting and velvety. It had a bit of a cooked flavor, but mostly a raw texture. So maybe I'll order that next time (or pluck it off the conveyor belt) and skip the orange chicken. Though, I was just having a conversation with some friends about salmon farming and some of the terrible practices that go on, which are unhealthy for the fish and unhealthy for us. So there's something to consider.

I'm already looking forward to my next sushi adventure. Next time, I'll be able to bring the husband along, and he is a seafood lover and something of an adventurous eater. So we'll see how many fishies my sushi-loving friends can feed him.