Thank you Deadly Sushi. I fully understand the trepidation of some of the members and do not hold it against them in the least. You'll probably see cjs [Jean] call me Pollyanna because I always try to see the positive side of things...that's only one of the names she calls me
. So far, I couldn't have had a warmer welcome and any friendlier exchanges. Another day or two and you'll need a crowbar to budge me!
I can see the warm family here in DC and I WANT IN
I love your name DEADLY SUSHI
. My ship in the Navy stopped in Okinawa while we were on cruise and one of the officers took several of us to a Japanese restaurant. We were the only non-Japanese in the place and he was the only one that spoke Japanese. He told us to look at the bank of shaved ice behind the counter and pick out what we wanted to eat..these fish, shrimp, etc., were still flipping and trying to crawl around. I saw this lovely yellow fish that looked like it was practicing for the olympics and chose it. Then as was my want, I began chattering at the Japanese gentlemen on either side of me, not knowing if they understood a word or not. Pretty soon this platter with various bowls on and around it was deposited in front of me with this gorgeous yellow(ish) fish in the center...eyeballs and all. That was ok, you know the old "when in Rome," saying. I had chopsticks and a spoon. There was this delicious kind of seaweedy looking soup that was quite..uh different, kind of sourish...oh well, I ate it and next to it was whole kernel corn...now how am I going to manage that? The two Japanese gentlemen were having the time of their life watching me. I finally managed to shove the corn into the spoon with my chopsticks...Now, for that lovely fish. I began picking at it and finally got a good sized bite..oh, it was superb. I ate some more of it and then noticed this blacky-brownish stuff on my chopsticks. I was peering at it from all directions and the Japanese men were dying laughing. It was the fish guts! They hadn't cleaned it..it had gone from the ice straight onto the grill [oh PETA where are you? At least whack it first.] Finally one of the Japanese took my chopsticks and called for a clean set and showed me how to eat it without getting any of the guts...I gave them the eyeballs! Had a wonderful time with those two guys and neither of us understood a word the other was saying.