In Living Color February Challenge
I Love Sushi
Japanese food is my comfort food
There was a time when I did not eat Asian food. I wouldn’t say I was a picky eater, but as a kid, I drew the line at things that looked strange and I could barely pronounce. Every Monday, my parents had to go to their favorite Chinese restaurant. They went so often that they became friends with the owner. Unfortunately, they dragged me along, too. On the plus side, the restaurant had grilled cheese on the kid’s menu, and that’s what I got for the longest time.
Eventually, I graduated to shrimp fried rice. I liked shrimp and I liked eggs, so I figured it couldn’t be all bad. That was my go-to for years, and then I tried sweet and sour chicken. That was the extent of my trying Chinese food or any other Asian food until I was an adult. I don’t go deep with the cuisine, but I’ve since discovered I love mushroom chicken with fried rice.
When a local Japanese restaurant — Love Sushi — opened, my husband and I had to check it out.
Their miso soup is delicious. I’ve made it at home with packets I’ve found at the grocery store, but nothing beats the saltiness, pieces of tofu, and green onions that Love Sushi serves. The store-bought miso has seaweed instead of green onion, which I don’t mind, but I prefer Love Sushi’s.
