Last week, I wrote about discovering sushi, something I avoided for a while (in part) because I feared it was pretentious.
I copied this post to LiveJournal, where rival asked,
“You mention that you had been writing sushi off as a pretentious/inaccessible food. I have heard this sentiment from other people. Where does it come from?”
rival, permit me to demonstrate:
Last Sunday, I went to the grocery store in Porter Square. I got some sushi from the seafood aisle. It came in a pre-packaged little tray: eel, tuna, salmon, all in little ricey rolls. It had been made that morning, but would supposedly keep until the 19th (five days later) if I were in no hurry.
I took it home and ate it. And I really liked it.
(sits back, waits)