Absence makes the food grow weirder
Oct. 29th, 2003 09:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beetigerI love sushi. A lot. One of the "secondary wedding vows" that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bard_bloom and I have -- you know, those commitments that don't end up in the ceremony but you both know they are true-- is that at least once a month he gets me sushi. But sushi isn't really a safe food for pregnancy, so when we started trying to actively manifest the Rhyslet, just about a year ago, I went off raw fish. Not that I hadn't been gorging myself on what our local place charmingly calls "none-raw sushi" all year, tamago and eel and ume shiso rolls and California rolls and cooked scallops and all, but not the uncooked stuff.
I never had sushi before college. My boyfriend David -- the most Davidy of the Davids I've dated in my time -- took me with his parents to one of the higher end Manhattan places. I thought that sharp stinging taste that shot up the back of your nose and throat was the taste of rawness, though I later figured out that it was actually wasabi.
Anyway, last night I finally decided that I was up to eating raw fish again. Bard ordered a basic sushi-for-two platter from our local place, the only restaurant around here in which we're known as regulars, and came home with a container of raw tuna and whitefish and such on its little rice pillows, together with congratulations from all of the waitresses.
I found myself aiming for extra pieces of the California rolls and the eel rolls instead, and wolfing down miso soup and edamame. The raw fish tasted strangely raw, to me, and I guess in the aftermath of an experience with lots of blood around and a certain rawness of body, and a year eating all of my food well done, raw didn't appeal to me. I had been craving sushi, and it's not like I forgot what tuna tasted like, but it didn't have at all the gustatory effect I remembered on me. I ate it, as I wasn't finding it disgusting or anything, just much less appealing than before. I'm rather boggled to have lost the taste for it.
I assume my liking for raw fish will come back as I reacquaint myself with it, as will my enjoyment of artificial sweeteners and caffeine once I return those to my diet, after I finish breastfeeding. I haven't tried drinking wine yet, although I'm allowed to now.
Gods grant that I not lose the taste for the things I enjoy in all the rest of my old life as I settle into the new adventure of motherhood.
bard_bloom and I have -- you know, those commitments that don't end up in the ceremony but you both know they are true-- is that at least once a month he gets me sushi. But sushi isn't really a safe food for pregnancy, so when we started trying to actively manifest the Rhyslet, just about a year ago, I went off raw fish. Not that I hadn't been gorging myself on what our local place charmingly calls "none-raw sushi" all year, tamago and eel and ume shiso rolls and California rolls and cooked scallops and all, but not the uncooked stuff.I never had sushi before college. My boyfriend David -- the most Davidy of the Davids I've dated in my time -- took me with his parents to one of the higher end Manhattan places. I thought that sharp stinging taste that shot up the back of your nose and throat was the taste of rawness, though I later figured out that it was actually wasabi.
Anyway, last night I finally decided that I was up to eating raw fish again. Bard ordered a basic sushi-for-two platter from our local place, the only restaurant around here in which we're known as regulars, and came home with a container of raw tuna and whitefish and such on its little rice pillows, together with congratulations from all of the waitresses.
I found myself aiming for extra pieces of the California rolls and the eel rolls instead, and wolfing down miso soup and edamame. The raw fish tasted strangely raw, to me, and I guess in the aftermath of an experience with lots of blood around and a certain rawness of body, and a year eating all of my food well done, raw didn't appeal to me. I had been craving sushi, and it's not like I forgot what tuna tasted like, but it didn't have at all the gustatory effect I remembered on me. I ate it, as I wasn't finding it disgusting or anything, just much less appealing than before. I'm rather boggled to have lost the taste for it.
I assume my liking for raw fish will come back as I reacquaint myself with it, as will my enjoyment of artificial sweeteners and caffeine once I return those to my diet, after I finish breastfeeding. I haven't tried drinking wine yet, although I'm allowed to now.
Gods grant that I not lose the taste for the things I enjoy in all the rest of my old life as I settle into the new adventure of motherhood.
