At my mother’s request, Mayo and I made Japanese food for her student workers today. Of course, “Japanese food” means sushi to almost everyone, despite the fact that they do not understand what sushi actually is. We made eight rolls stuffed with combinations of salmon, fake crab, mushrooms, cucumber, egg, and pickled Japanese radish. And just in case we couldn’t convince some people that sushi doesn’t mean “raw fish,” we also cut some veggies and made a lovely Japanese curry.
Out of ten people who partook of our meal:
two refused the sushi because they “just can’t eat that.”
one tried the cucumber roll, but held his nose while eating it.
three took a few pieces enthusiastically, but didn’t come back for more.
three took one piece, but the look in their eyes said they were determined not to like it.
two ate over half of the sushi by themselves.
Everyone loved the curry, including the head chef at Indiana Tech. I hope she decides to make it part of the menu some day.
I don’t know how many times Mayo and I explained that sushi means “vinagered rice” not “raw fish,” or that the stuff wrapped on the outside is seaweed, or that it’s not gross. At least we had two fans who did not shirk seconds, thirds, and fourths. The chefs like to see their food appreciated.
And then we went for an elephant ear down at the Three Rivers Festival Junk Food Alley.
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