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Katsunami -- I feel your pain. I can still remember what happened the first time I fixed a curry for my father. (Mom was already gone by then.)
I'd happily eat your sushi (_with my fingers_), carefully dipping just the topping in the soy sauce, and passing on the ginger.
One thing I learned a LONG time ago. When I'm a guest, I eat what's put in front of me, and appreciate it lavishly. Period.
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