After watching Bear Grylls, from "Man vs. Wild," voraciously tear the raw flesh of a trout with his teeth, my eight-year-old asked, "Mom, when will I be 'sashimi-age'?"
"What is 'sashimi-age?'" I asked.
He explained, "You know, I can drive when I'm 16. I can drink wine when I'm 21. At what age can I eat sashimi?"
"Oh, you're probably old enough to eat sashimi. You can try it next time we go for sushi."
"Can we go to Ocean Sushi, then? Today?!?"
Okay. I never argue with a trip to Ocean Sushi Deli. So, on our way back from a hike at the Pinnacles, we lunched at Ocean Sushi and Riley tried his first pieces of sashimi.
The verdict: he didn't care for tuna or salmon; he didn't want to try octopus; he didn't have a chance to try yellow-tail because Jake downed those; but he liked the squid. Baby steps.
That's great that he's so willing to try new things and was able to find something that he liked.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa. Yes, he's an adventurous boy; we feel very lucky.
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