I really miss eating sushi. It used to be a regular with me, and now I'm stuck getting noodle soup while P orders some tantalizing plate of colorful rolls then dips them decadently in wasabi and soy sauce.
I'm obedient though, and my doctor told me to abstain while pregnant. And I get the whole raw-fish-is-at-higher-risk-for-bacteria argument, I do.
But my question is this: What are all the Japanese preggos doing?! Are you telling me that THEY aren't eating sushi for nine months?
If so, I don't believe you.
So, because I'm seriously questioning my doctor's recommendation and was perched precariously on the verge of giving up and giving in over the weekend, I've decided:
While all the other Catholics are struggling with pescetarian Fridays, my Lenten obligation will be distinctly less fishy.
Sushi, I really won't be seeing you until at least after Easter. Let's just hope by them I'm not past the point of nori turn. (heh. I couldn't restrain myself.)
Is that tempura in your belly, or are you just happy sashimi? (Jim Carrey)