That was my first reaction when I heard about sushi.
I formed a mental wall against such an extravagance for decades.
My early encounter with caviar as a youngster helped reinforce my resistance.
Then, a few years ago, some of our children declared they enjoyed the delicacy.
I still held out.
I was almost 70 when an Oriental buffet near my apartment offered up sushi, and so I thought I would give it a try.
And another try.
“Hey, I just might like this stuff!”
They allowed take-homes for just fifty-cents a slice! Heck, a Japanese neighbor has paid up to $6 a slice!
That was then. This is now.
Our son David and I ate there yesterday, and I came home very, very, very sick.
Oh, I forgot. This is the exact same Oriental Buffet that gave me contact dermatitis back in August. That rash on both arms didn’t leave for months – after antibiotics!
I told David we were not going back. He agreed.