The other night I miraculously was able to convince my husband that dinner out needed to be sushi at a restaurant I love here in Chicago. I say miraculously because this man is meat and potatoes all the way. Get an innocuous piece of cheese or anything made with eggs near him and he’s convinced he will die. Little does he know how much actual cheese and eggs he has eaten over the years. To be sure, if I am making the meal, one or the other is going to be covertly included. Actually, the game I’ve played with myself over the years of feeding him these things has been fun. Yes, I know I’m evil. Amazingly and gratefully he is still alive!
The show really begins for me as I watch the chefs prepare all these magnificent sushi entrees. What an art. And a process which really takes one deeper into what they do moment to moment. Having to focus like that in a concentrated effort. It just leaves me feeling that mindlessness is everywhere but when I walk into this place that gets put aside for honoring the moment. The whole dining experience really becomes much richer. I find myself eating the food differently–almost with respect after seeing how much work and concentration went into preparing each individual sushi. Feeling perfectly sated, I walk home realigned somehow and just feel better.
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