I am going to write about Sushi. Mouth watering, you-can-kill-me-on-the-spot-and-I-don’t-mind-going-to-hell-even-though-I-don’t-believe-in-it-and-it- just-happens-to-exist-anyway-kinda sushi. Only now do I know why Eric (from True Blood) mocks Vampire Bill because he drinks synthetic blood. After that first bite – you just can’t go back, can you?
A few years ago I decided to be a vegetarian. I believe I had some moral and ethical reasons for doing so. Being a vegetarian made me appreciate food. I certainly paid greater attention to what I put into my body. Then I said, “fook that” and went back to my old chop loving, biltong eating, crazy barbeque chowing evil ways! So far only music and Capoeira has managed to give me that deep feeling of satisfaction. (Well, there are other…unmentionables) Sure, I love chocolate and all things sweet and delicious – but Sushi has changed everything.
In fact it really got me thinking about how we nurture ourselves. I know when my mister comes home with a slab of chocolate that something is very, very wrong. Stressed out and fed up – all he is looking for is something to sweeten up his day. So I leave him and his chocolate in peace. Only when I know that it has been eaten will I talk to him…lol! Yes, we are more affected by what we eat than we would like to admit.
And it has been a while since any food has had that effect on me. Sushi makes me want to close my eyes and switch off the music. I want to eat it slowly and not talk to anyone. I write this because I just had sushi and honestly… I can’t fight the compulsion to hug someone, say nice things to strangers give the car guard more money than I think he deserves, make love, write songs and to lounge on the sofa like a cat. I am madly and terribly addicted to sushi…