Not PB&J

When I was a kid, I was a picky eater.  I was not adventurous at all.  I'm pretty sure I went through a period where the only thing I would eat was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  I have no idea how long this lasted, but I'm pretty sure it was a long time.  Familiar foods would be ingested, but I was not really willing to try new things. For years we would go to a local Mexican chain and the only thing I would eat was a hamburger.  I could really be a pain in the buttockals when it came to meal time.

A few days ago, I was chatting with MonkeyMamma.  It had been a glorious day, so MonkeyMamma and her foreign exchange students went to a local bistro for lunch on the patio.  B wanted her salmon raw but they insisted on cooking it ever so slightly before they would serve it.  She was not happy.  Sounded like me that B was craving some sushi!  I suggested a fantastic sushi place near my office and casually mentioned that the sushi was awesome.

MonkeyMamma's reaction was hysterical!  She started to respond normally and then about 20 seconds later, she stopped dead in her tracks.  "You eat sushi?" she asked incredulously.  Why yes I do and I love it!  I know, the same girl who had a complete and total meltdown on a camping trip as a child because someone "stole" her PB&J sandwich.  The entire family looked high and low for the missing PB&J.  It was nowhere to be found.  We looked for what seemed like forever.  All of the sudden my dad started laughing at me.  Then everyone else started laughing.  Being a pre-teen aged girl, I was not amused.  I lost my lunch and they were just laughing about it.  Turns out that I somehow stuck my arm in the sandwich and it was stuck on the sleeve of my coat.

Today, the picky PB&J girl got to introduce her mother and baby sister to the joys of sushi.  They seemed to like it and hopefully will join me again some day soon. Now all I need to do is find a way to convince Mr. Monkeygirl into trying it....