You may get a fish head. And if you do, the dead fish eye will look at you while you eat. This was my thought last night while on a date with my husband for his birthday. We went to our favorite sushi spot and sat at the bar. Because this was a special occasion we gave the chef a few simple parameters (shellfish allergy, no monk fish liver) and asked him to just pick his favorites.
It feels slightly shocking to write this, but sometimes I like to let go of control. On a scale of control freaks, I consider myself around a seven. Of course, that is an average. I can roll with a lot of plans and decisions, which would put me at about a three. But other things, like decisions relating to food when I am hungry or to my child, then I’m a 10.
Regardless, sometimes it is nice to open things up like we do when we go out to sushi. And most of the time we are pleasantly surprised at the culinary delights we experience. Last night was not one of those nights. We did eat a lot of beautiful fish, but some of it just got too…fishy. And in an attempt to do something special, most of our meal came served on the inside of a fish skeleton, with the large head and eye sticking up. I swear that thing was staring at me all night.
Abandon when it comes to certain things can be great. But then again, it may result in a fish head.