One may look to the sky, in the deepest oceans and through the most ancient manuscripts for inspiration, but it could be raining and swimming with sharks is not as charming as looking at a text and not understanding one word of it. So, one cries out with that primal salty need for inspiration. There, yes, over there she stands with a piece of tuna in her hand. This would inspire anyone needing Omega 3 in their diet.
Salty, yes siree, she is no landlubber. The mere mention of her name makes caught fish start flopping; for attention I guess. My inspiration of course is the great Sushi Chef Kimberly Ripley. The way she could handle a knife for a precision slice is something I wanted to talk to her about, but she was on her lunch break. All she said was, 'Pass the wasabi, please.'
Kimberly inspired me to write of my childhood's culinary menu. Overall quite tasty, but I so wanted sushi, but my momma said, 'All the good Detroit River fish are sent to New Hampshire.' I grew up believing New Hampshire the Mecca for Sushi Chefs. To this day, my momma does not make sushi and I want to go on the record as blaming the State of New Hampshire for this. Another load of fish has taken off in the Eastern sky.
My mom is really particular about quality. Last week I had some take out sushi and she said, 'Must you have that on the table?' She gave the impression that this fish was causing her to lose her appetite. I should have known only the best sushi will do for my mom. Her uncompromising resilience for only quality sushi is just amazing. After seeing Kimberly's heart tugging story of becoming the world's greatest Sushi chef, I just wonder if she could slice the perfect piece of sushi, so my mom will say, 'Pass the wasabi, please.'
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a witty tale!
thanks for sharing
I hope Kimberly enjoys this, Bill. So much fun. Perhaps it's the Nori that your mom finds objectionable, or the rice?
One of my grandsons is a sushi chef, awaiting enrollment in a culinary school.
Detroit River? If you were from New Hampshire, you wouldn't get to first bass whistling that tuna.
hahahahahah ;)
All I can say is Daroon (Excellent, Bengali version)
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A wonderful write, William. I enjoyed this...:)
You rock it like pop rocks with the wit and the humor edge~
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE SUSHI!
*sushi is my only momentary fall from veganism once in a great while, and well worth it ;)*
Laughing loudly. William, there is always hope. Some day you may in fact hear your Mother say those beloved words. Very funny article.
This is a FISHY tail indeed, William. pass the lemon, please.
LOL. So sorry you didn't get to taste that delicious Detroit River sushi. Had you taken a short trip to Toledo you may have been able to try Maumee sushi. Of course you could have imported the Lake Erie stuff. During your childhood the Lake Erie sushi would have been a dish with particularly exotic flavors as so many fascinating things had been added to the fishes' diet.
A cute tale. I've never had sushi. This almost makes me want to try it.
Thanks for sharing William.
Have a nice day.
Never ate any sushi, too, believe me or not, dear Bill... a great story, as always! :-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
well written and Kimberly is always a great inspiration. My only single adventure with sushi was in a chinese restaurant, and it looked like rolled up cocoanut cookies to me, one bit was enough, I said what the heck is that, and everyone with me laughed, took my appetite away, and to this day very careful what I pick out unless I really know what it is. So love your sushi, and enjoy it, I'm with your mother.
what a fishy fish tale.
you are having too much fun writing these witty tales and so are we reading them..
Oh ..what Elsie wrote ,too..so funny..the cocoanut cookie! LOL..
Nothing fishy about this fun story, Bill!!!
William dear. Never fear that I'm here. To read your poems and stories true.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Great write as always my friend!!! You are a wonderful writer.
goodnight William, love you, Elsie
Wonderfully witty, William!
Bill,
You're cracking me up here, but sushi? Maybe if it was cooked, but then it wouldn't be sushi... Our son and we, have the same problem, not about New Hampshire, you understand, but he does make sushi and we won't eat it. It's that raw thing. Or, what if it's still ALIVE? Ahhhhh!!!
Marilyn
PS: Don't let your Mom read this, k?
Bill,
I am sure Kimberly will enjoy this masterpiece. It is such a sea faring tale, surely to win her heart :) Would you mind sharing some of your sushi and wasabi?
You know, the rain we're having is something else I fear I'll be seeing squid and other sea loving animals floating outside my windows before long. My kayak is on standby :)
Awwww, what a nice tale you tell. You have a very nice mother, but, quoting Dr. Seuss again, "She does not like it here, she does not like it there, she does not like it anywhere!" No sushi for you.
MY MY MY, TUNA'S GONE BYE-BYE, MOMMA CAN'T ABIDE, AND BILL'S BUYING CHEAP ON THE SIDE.
I hear the sushi from Lake Eerie is particularly tasty and as an added bonus it has that special atomic glow:)
Clever fish tale, sweet William.
Well written William, glad you're enjoying your sushi. You remind me of our son, he loves his sushi.
Just dropped in to say hi. Hope you enjoyed the weekend and had some sushi. Now go take a nap. You've been working hard enough.
William, great tale.
A fun tale. All my boys like sushi.
A lovely tale of literary inspiration! I've long been inspired by food....usually way too much of it.
Sorry to have neglected to comment last week!
LOL Get your Mom that sushi William