Why you don’t ask

So we were happily eating our tekadon (sp?) at lunch today (big bowls of rice with a thick layer of tuna sashimi on top), when the sushi chef started chopping up this really weird looking stuff for the next customer. It looked kind of like a really pretty, frilly, spiral streamer except it was all white and obviously soft. Our curiosity did not go unnoticed, and the daughter came over and started talking (she spoke pretty good English). It’s apparently very difficult to get because it has to be served super fresh. But when it is, it’s really good and “creamy” (her word, not mine). Well one thing led to another and we ended up trying it. It was pretty good, although a little on the squishy side for me.

Now, the rule I’ve lived by over here is that you never ask what you’re eating. Instead, just shut up, smile, and enjoy – life is better that way. If I’d followed my own rule, I would still be proud of myself for being brave enough to try fish intestines (which is what we assumed it was) and I would be a much happier camper. Instead, I’m sitting on the knowledge that I’ve just eaten raw cod testicles. “Creamy” indeed.