Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Born to be wild

It's no secret that one of my guilty pleasures is sushi.  Before I was pregnant with Evie, I was dreading the fact that you couldn't eat sushi during pregnancy.  Fortunately I was able to indulge in the cooked orders during that long ten months.  Since she's been born, I've been able to resume my indulgence and we still go regularly, though certainly not as much as pre-baby.

As with any meal, Evie almost always accompanies us.  There are a few reasons for this, mainly because eating out is often a spur of the moment decision.  Something catches our eye that sounds way better than what's already been planned for dinner at home.  Another is because babysitters aren't cheap!  A $30-$40 dinner out can quickly become a $100 meal when you factor in the cost of the sitter and possibly cab fare for her to get home if it's too late to take the CTA.  Additionally, since Evie eats whatever we're eating, it's fairly easy to take her out with us.  And, finally, because I (perhaps optimistically) believe the more she is exposed to restaurants now, the better behaved she'll be at restaurants as she grows older.

So, this weekend we took her to sushi.  This isn't the first time she's been with us, but it's the first time we've actually offered her the full sushi experience.  In the past, I've requested slices of cucumber or avocado for her to munch on.  Friday, however, she reached towards my octopus hand roll and indicated she wanted some.  Despite it being spicy and having octopus, I figured why not.  The 'tako' was cooked, anyway.  And, I assumed once she took a bite that would be enough and she'd stop asking for more.  I was wrong.  She downed it.  Since it had been an appetizer, we didn't have more to offer her, so she turned around in her high chair and looked toward the sushi chef and started smiling and flirting with him for more.  I wish I were kidding.

We ordered her an avocado handroll, a tamago (sweet egg) nigiri, and an unagi (cooked eel) nigiri.  She ate all of them.  Aside from the time she ate an entire loaf of italian bread, this was likely the most she'd eaten at a restaurant.  Hilarious.  And potentially expensive for the future.  We'll save the raw stuff til she's older, but looks like she's taking after me on this taste adventure...

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