No school for the boy today, which means there was no need to prepare lunch for him. Thus, I present to you pics from our dinner last night. Did I mention that busy daddy doesn’t like Japanese food? Unless we’re eating the stuff in Japan or in California. Otherwise, the chances of finding busy daddy eating at a Japanese restaurant of his own volition is slim. Therefore, whenever the boy and I have a chance to eat without busy daddy, we always pick Japanese.
I had sushi while the boy had shrimp and vegetable tempura with soba noodles. The boy asked if he could try some of my sushi, but I told him that it’s not good for kids to eat raw fish. (Is that right? Or is that just an old-wives’ tale?) He asked if he could try what was underneath the fish, so I let him. The boy said, “Now I know what the inside of raw fish tastes like. It tastes like rice!” And indeed it does!