Speedy sped in the other night with this. It was ten-thirty and Decadent Housewife wasn't too sure she wanted Sushi rolling around in the stomach all night, so it took a little threatening to convince her.
I suddenly remembered all those times I tricked little Speedy into eating his liver. (Mothers disguised food long before Jessica Seinfeld.)
"What is it?" I kept asking, "What is it?" "It's good, try it!" he replied, making the same stupid lip smacking sounds I once did; sushi flying closer in for it's landing. Someday those babies grow up.My only previous Sushi encounter was in a Chinese restaurant. Ever heard that bit of wisdom, "never order chicken in a hamburger joint and vice-versa?"
Because this is Speedy, Decadent would have to learn to use chopsticks, too. Right now. (He likes things done to specifications.) The week before, while in The City, he took pity and along with our Dim Sum, ordered a fork for me.
Buff, who has built-in food sensors, didn't even stir. Speedy had to go find him, drag him away from homework and into the kitchen. "BUFF, BUFF!!! Come here and eat some of this stuff!...Buff? BUFF?" Buff who is really good with things like, tearing down and re-building dirt-bike engines, caught on to the chopstick thing right away. And I was right about eating Sushi too late at night.