For our anniversary dinner, Melanie and I went to a sushi restaurant in nearby Beverly called Kame. It’s not our favorite, Asahi in Salem, but it’s a close second with perhaps the only difference being that it’s further away.
The sushi was really good. Melanie had permission from her OB to have some today and even then only had a little. Food aversions kicked in. Isabella, however, had a ball.
I got some Udon noodle soup for her, which has something like really big chicken noodle soup noodles, long and thick and starchy. They were very probably about six to eight inches long and she was slurping them down whole until I started breaking them in half for her.
We also got her some avocado rolls because she really likes avocado. Unfortunately, the nori was a little too tough to get through so we split it open and fed her the rice and avocado separately. She also loves edamame, which is good because it means she got some good protein from the soy.
I’m so glad neither of us are afraid to let her try new and unusual foods. We just use our heads and are careful about spices and other things that aren’t good for her yet.
And nothing lights up the eyes of people running ethnic restaurants like a baby who obviously loves their food.
My sister had volunteered to watch Bella while Melanie and I went out to dinner, but despite the generosity of the offer we declined. The fact is that we like to bring her with us when we can. (There are obviously certain restaurants at certain times when we shouldn’t.) When we go out with her, we try to go early and she’s usually a very well-behaved child. If she fusses—which happens at the end of the meal, if at all—one of us takes her outside while the other pays.
But Melanie and I both agree that we just enjoy our time together as a family a lot and when we’re four and five and six and who knows how many, we may not get the chance again.
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It’s amazing to me how many people will turn up their noses at Japanese food without ever trying it. It is heavenly. Absolutely one of the best things about living there.
The weird thing about Japanese food is how unlike it is to Chinese food, and how much it often seems like Down Home Rural Cookin’ from folks without much money. You’ll have all this elegant frou-frou presentation, and then all of a sudden you’re eating something rough-tasting, like natto or stuff made out of buckwheat.
This isn’t a bad thing. But it still throws me off.