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.