The way I remember this tradition starting is I was with Emily at her house when she pulled some sushi out of the fridge. I had only tried sushi once before and was curious about it, so Emily shared some with me. (It is important to note that in our friendship we bond over food a lot.) The next time we hung out we were trying to figure out what to do for lunch. I remembered liking the sushi and suggested that. Really the only place in town, at the time, to get sushi was Kroger. So we hopped in Emily's beat up, red mini van (which we had named the "swagga wagon") and made going to Kroger the event for the day.
When we got there the sushi was located at the front of the store so it was not hard to find. We had not planned anything else for the day, so we decided to waste some time and stroll around Kroger. I am a self-proclaimed "bread-aholic" so naturally I steered us toward the bakery section. Both of us had taken French in high school, so we nearly overflowed with excitement when we found some "fresh" baguette bread. We ended up purchasing the bread, the sushi, and (still feeling the French excitement) some cheese and made it a meal. Ever since that day, Emily and I have often returned to that Kroger and it has now become part of the memories I hold of our friendship.
I love sushi, there's so much variety, both good and bad. It's always difficult for me to pick when I'm at a sushi restaurant. "Life is like a box of sushi. You never know what you're gonna get."
ReplyDeleteI like the way you write, seems real. How interesting that your hang out place was a grocery store!
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