Writing along with Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop using the prompt: Describe a food you abhor.
The evening began with a food I love. A delish sushi meal had just been consumed. And even though the person sitting across from me was unwilling to try sushi, not even a bite of a California Roll, as innocuous as they come, I enjoyed my favorite pieces of nigiri and sashimi. And then it happened.
We had paid our bill and were just about to leave when the two gals at the sushi bar, who seemed to be trying one of everything on the menu, turned to me and said, "You have to try this!"
I wasn't really listening to them before that, but the looks on their faces screamed that I might be in trouble on this one.
I had just given the 'how do you know you don't like sushi, if you don't even try it' lecture, so I knew there was no way I was getting out of it. And since I'm not overly fond of hypocrites and didn't want to blatantly be one, I knew I had to eat it, even though there was every bit of evidence that I wasn't going to like it.
I picked up the yellow piece of nigiri sushi. And then just as I was about to pop it into my mouth, the gal who had insisted I try it ever so kindly informed me, "It tastes like the smell of the Monterrey Bay Aquarium or the smell of a cat litter box."
Joy. Though I was completely not thrilled at the prospect of trying it, I was more aware of that Hypocrite label I'd be wearing brightly if I didn't go through with it.
And into my mouth went the sea urchin.
And yes, it did taste like the smell of a cat litter box. And no, I've never had it since. And no, the Hypocrite label wasn't sewn on me that night. Mission accomplished.