WASABI (the horror! the horror!)
When I was in seminary, I went out for sushi with my friends Lara and Nadja.
I happily popped a California roll in my mouth, only to discover, to my ABJECT HORROR, that an entire wad of wasabi had attached itself to the bottom of the sushi roll and was presently on my tongue.
I PANICKED. I made an all-out scene, frantically spitting out rice and crab and seaweed and the offending green stuff into my napkin. Lara and Nadja were completely flabbergasted, having no idea as to why I was having a conniption.
(I HATE WASABI.)
After I'd calmed down, Nadja offered me her newfound trauma counseling services (she was in a pastoral care and counseling class on trauma).
I told Elizabeth a long time ago that I'll never feel entirely safe in the world knowing that wasabi is out there.
So what does my darling sister do?
She slips a tube of wasabi in the package of hand-me-downs for Juliette.
I even had a little Willis startle effect, I did.
8 response(s):
I was wondering when we'd get your reaction after your sister mentioned that in her blog. :)
superman has kryptonite, you have wasabi...i get it. :)
and daddy has the doll. we all have our thing...hmmmm what is mine?
Nice to know someone else loathes this "food" as much as I do. And it isn't just the spiciness, either, but the flavor itself. Your story reminds of a story of my own - about horseradish, not wasabi. I was at a steakhouse with my uncle some years back, the waitress asked if we'd like horseradish with our steaks, to which we answered "Of course!" My mother made a knockout horseradish sour cream, so that's what I expected the "horseradish" would be. Here comes this little dish a yellow root-looking mush, and a dish of sour cream. I thought: "How nice of them to bring me extra sour cream for my potato" even as I thought the yellow mush would taste just like my mother's horseradish dipping sauce, even if it looked nothing like it. So I slathered, and I mean slathered, the yellow onto a bite of steak and popped it in my mouth. And then came the surprise. I'll never forget my uncle's face or laugh as he watched me panic with the extraordinary heat and uncut twang of a mouthful of pure horseradish.
Ummm, are you going to eat that? [looks longingly at tube of green goodness]
I love the stuff--I could brush my teeth with it, I could. :)
Uh oh. I consider your not liking wasabi to be our first argument.
bwahahaha...sorry about my title-just realized that it is on your blog too ;)
That stinker, E. It is totally something my sister would do too. Pretty funny.
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