Monthly Archives: December 2016

My love of sushi is boundless. What began as a mere fondness for California rolls has turned into an addiction for the freshest bit of salmon nigiri. In fact, my taste for any cooked fish has dissipated, meat of any kind taking a backseat. When I can’t get my fix of the raw goodness, I devour sliced lox weekly with scrumptious amounts of slathered cream cheese on jalapeno cheddar bagels, pacified by the hint and feel of uncooked salmon. After the birth of my first child, the craving grew stronger, to the point where I couldn’t believe the depth of my lust, having been deprived of sushi for nine months. Then, my second child was born, and cravings reached unparalleled proportions. My child is nearly two years old, but my desire for sushi never satiates. At this point, the rational side of me can only attribute my unrequited passion to an unexplained, synergistic interaction between various fish-loving dominant genes passed on by sea-faring ancestors. Hailing from an island at the ideal center of centuries-old maritime trade routes and the victim of numerous aspiring empires, I must have inherited each from various fish-consuming sailors passing through the island, all synchronizing together to form an all-encompassing sushi-loving mega protein that stimulates my addiction neurons. In the end, I’m left with this never-ending appetite, which is occasionally partially satisfied by the freshest spicy tuna roll. Only a temporary purgatory, I soothe myself optimistically, because I know my roll in shining seaweed is still out there, waiting patiently to find me.