Les: Before my work took me to Japan for the first time, my only
experience with Japanese cuisine was the samurai chefs at Benihana. Not
exactly traditional Japanese cooking.
So to my great surprise, my first meal in Tokyo
consisted of these little tidbits of I didn't know what. My host went
to great lengths to instruct me on the correct etiquette for eating them.
I fumbled at first. But I soon caught on and ate the whole platter with
relish.
Only afterwards did I learn that I had been introduced to sushi. And
I survived! (I was raised in a very traditional middle-class Jewish family
where it was believed that no food should be eaten until it had been cooked
for at least four hours.) I gave full credit for my surviving eating raw
fish to the prodigious amounts of Japanese whiskey we drank. After all,
my mother taught me that alcohol kills all germs.
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