My mother did not cook Japanese food (she didn't cook much at all!). And my grandparents lived in the Midwest where there weren't any Asian grocery stores especially in those days. (Though my grandfather pioneered the use of soy sauce in the States.) But in my childhood we lived in the suburbs of Los Angeles and every couple of months we would make a jaunt to Little Tokyo just to look around the little shops and eat a tempura dinner. I remember thinking that miso soup was such a delicacy!
Our family was good friends with another Japanese/American family and though they didn't eat much Japanese food either, they had a Japanese grandfather who lived with them. When my grandfather would visit California the two families would get together and for Thanksgiving and the two grandfathers would speak to each other in Japanese. We'd have the traditional turkey dinner with mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie... and sushi rolls with eel! I guess you could consider that pretty strange. I was rather proud of myself for being able to eat eel and would brag to my high school friends.
My father loved traveling and in my childhood we traveled to many countries all over the world in the summers so I learned that one was supposed to try almost anything. Japan probably had the strangest combinations but I remember Thai food as being so spicy we could hardly eat at all. Sour cream herrings in Norway, Mole (mo-lay) in Mexico, escargot in France. My father insisted we eat them all.
"If this child can do this then I can too." and I bit off the fish head and ate the dinner like a pro.
And that's how I ate this little fishy too!
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