Sushi Tuesday

I had a blog for many years...and wrote mostly about travel and what I was up to. I miss writing. And I feel rusty, I'm just going to say it. I'm not sure I have my voice yet. I've been through so many changes in the last 2 years, that feel like I forgot how to write. I have so many questions in my head, like...what will you write about? Why? Where will you start?

I'm going to give it a try. Little by little maybe it will come back to me. Scratch that. It will come back to me. Even if it's not always totally entertaining. It's like riding a bike. Fall off and get back on.

I'll start with last night's dinner. We drove up to Ballard to explore. I've only been in Seattle 2 weeks, so everything still involves a map with me. Of course there's always some disagreement about how we get there and a competition involving the GPS/flip map (my preferred method) and his Iphone (his preferred method). Finally we get there just as the sun is setting over the mountains. The half moon is halfway up in the sky. Seattle is quite beautiful at sunset. We walked up and down a couple of the streets, absorbing the vibe. Some guy who called himself a beat poet stopped us to recite a poem. It was not great, and we didn't buy his book. He said he's following the Dead around. Well, two of the remaining Greatful Dead, that is. Alan and I are going to the same concert next Saturday. It will my first Dead show and Alan's 151st. Or something like that.

Anyway, we investigated a bunch of places to eat and settled on sushi at Moshi Moshi. There is a beautiful replica of a cherry tree in the middle of the restaurant with lit up blossoms. After eating there, I have to say, I may never want to eat sushi in the Midwest ever again. The fish was so fresh, it was devoid of the fishy flavor that activates a gag reflex in me. My midwestern tastebuds just can't handle fishy fish, I'm used to crappies and sunnies--fish that don't taste like fish. They come from lakes, not oceans. However, I'm determined to like it all--but I have to start slow. The seafood salad was a stretch for me, like chewing rubbery fish flavored string. But the scallops on top of one of the Moshi Moshi roll were just like butter. And that's a good thing for a Midwesterner like myself. Everything tastes better with butter.