Unlike my naievity in Pune (despite, or because of which, I am grateful for some amazing gem of persons that I proudly call friends), I was wiser and smarter with the people I chose to associate with. While I wish I could say I got my game spot on, life is but a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, so the ocassional booger or earwax jelly beans make it to your tongue. Safe to say though, once you savor them all, you know the ones you like best, and ones that you can avoid. Anyway, I did have a good two years and now, I have some friends (not jelly beans, silly! For the curious, I like the green apple beans) that I can experience and experiment flavours of life with. And the first lunch outing with my green apple jelly bean was just like her- sweet, tangy, sour and the right amount of spunk (and I have a few of those in Pune as well).
The meal was made of magic mushroom soup (that didn’t get me on a high, but was absolutely yum), an interesting sushi platter and apple pie with her opting for a blueberry cheese cake. Sushi is vinegared rice with some sugar and salt, with seafood, vegetables, and occasionally tropical fruits. The term sushi is no longer used in its original context; it literally means “sour-tasting”. It is often served with pickled ginger (gari), wasabi, and soy sauce. Daikon radish or pickled daikon(takuon) are popular garnishments for the dish.
Now, I’m not a big sushi fan, and being a newly converted non-vegetarian, I wasn’t sure if I could handle raw fish. But I coped amazingly well, till I decided to smell my food (not a bright move, I know). In the end, I managed to keep it down… After all the Asahi had to do its thing, right!