The above photo shows my barbeque eel sushi with some ginger and wasabi paste in the tray, some soyu sauce, a box of chocolate Pocky and a Coca-Cola.
Essentially, what I am eating is something that Mac Sushi calls a 'Rainbow Roll', in this case a California sushi roll wrapped around crab (though I suspect it is krab with a 'k' rather than a 'c'), avocado and cucumber) and wrapped with barbeque eel and avocado.
It's not a true Japanese meal, as the California aspect renders that to be true, but I do like my eel.
They (the Japanese) say that eel is supposed to give men that extra penis kick (owtch)... to make one more virile.
Personally, I don't need the help (I think), but it might explain why I am always horny at work. How many work wives can a guy have?
But, just like a regular wife, there is no sex involved.
However... the eel (unagi) is and always has been orgasmic to me. I would eat it once a week in Japan prepared as barbequed eel on a bed of rice (I bought a lot of ready-to-eat meals at the local grocer in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken), and then, after coming home to Toronto, I might only have it five times a year... until the past year, when I eat it at least twice a week.
I have always loved the light fattiness of the meat! It just melts in my mouth and provides me with that little bit of energy I need to survive the afternoon.
I always dump as much wasabi as possible into the soyu sauce, but I do find that the soyu always seems to reach a 'melting point' where it just is unable to absorb any more wasabi, and rather than continue to break up in the liquid, I get a few lumps of wasabi floating around.
That doesn't matter to me, as I enjoy the heat that wasabi brings.
Back when I first went to Japan in 1990, I was a meat and potatoes boy from Toronto. The most exotic thing I ate, other than Chinese food was Chef Boyardee cheese Mini-Bits - and I still love those!
But, in Japan, after then-girlfriend Ashley called me a wimp for not being able to handle the heat of my own chili con carne, I started adding heat (spices and peppers), more heat and then suicidal heat to my chili.
While it is true that I once made chili so hot my hair hurt, I ate it and enjoyed it, while Ashley laid on the couch and whimpered gently in tummy-exploding and expanding pain.
And, while I felt vindicated for no longer being a wimp, her stomach hurt so much I didn't get any sex from her that evening... or the next... or the next.
My mother would have been proud of my new-found ability to tolerate the food heat, as I grew up with parents from India who were dismayed that any son of theirs could not eat spicy Indian cuisine.
Anyhow, while my Japanese lunch with wasabi still doesn't hurt me - except in the lack of sex department... won't someone please help? - I do find that this eight-piece set of BBQ eel sushi fills me up quite nicely.
As Mac Sushi's website proclaims: "Although our sushi is prepared quickly, it certainly isn’t fast food. Mac’s Sushi is good, healthy food served fast!"
Also, it is nice that the folks running the place making the sushi are actually Japanese and always welcome me.
So often I have gone to a Japanese food place in Toronto and have attempted to talk to the staff in the Japanese language, and have found them to be Korean or Chinese. Nothing against them, of course, but I always feel 'ripped off'. I don't feel that way at Mac Sushi.
They do need to get Coke Zero into their place, though.
Tomorrow, I'll take you to another place I frequent for a meal.
Cheers and itadakimasu (いただきます),
Andrew Joseph
PS: Still busy doing work stuff...maybe until the weekend. Then I'll get back to two- or three-a-day blogs.
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