Originally Posted by Katsunami
Normally I don't get angry really quickly, but some things gets me up a tree in no-time. Bah. I really have a difficulty getting over my parent's eating habits. Over and over, everything that's not 'normal food' can't be eaten right, or something. Maybe I should have known better.
So, I made sushi yesterday, as I invited my parents over to dinner.
Mind you, I'm not the world's greatest sushi chef, but I can make a decent nigiri (rice with topping), small roll, large roll, and oshi (pressed sushi). Everyone who ate it found it to be perfectly adequate amateur sushi. (I prefer to use smoked fish or fish fried with tempura batter, because raw fish that is safe to eat is very hard to get and extremely expensive in my area.)
Thus, I make like 60 (largish) pieces, for three people, with a mix of tuna, salmon, mackerel, avocado, carrot, cucumber and some seasoning such as (fake) caviar. It takes me *three hours* to prepare, including getting everything out and cleaned up again.
So, you try to explain to your parents:
- Put a bit of wasabi on it (didn't dare to put it in there myself already).
- dip it into the soy sauce, lightly.
- eat it.
- eat a piece of pickled ginger.
- repeat.
- You don't even have to use chopsticks; eat them by hand. It's allowed.
OK, got it? Not too difficult, is it? So this is what happens.
Mom: Don't want the wasabi. Too spicy. Don't want the ginger either. Too minty. Don't want the soy sauce. Too salty. These pieces are too big. (What? But you *can* bite off half of a banana?!) Solution: don't use the wasabi, the ginger, or the soy sauce, cut everything apart using a knife and fork and eat it like a salad. Be done in about 15 minutes.
Dad: That's way too complicated a way of eating. Solution: *whips out butter knife* Smears wasabi on the sushi. Puts the ginger on the sushi too. Then pours the soy sauce on top of that as if it's gravy. Eat it using a fork, two or three at a time. Be done in less than 15 minutes.
Dear mom, it's not a salad.
Dear dad, it's not a plate of potatoes.
I have never been so annoyed in my life. If I ever invite my parents to come eat again, I'll just make a stew and be done in 30 minutes. Fracking hell. Next time, I'm back to making sushi for me, myself and I only, or for someone who can at least half-way appreciate it.
This is going to piss me off all of next week.
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