I remember that first sip well; it was chalky and abrasive, something I did not want to drink again. In hindsight, trying sake for the first time at a raucous, much-loved local BYO restaurant was not my smartest move. There’s a reason they suggest you bring your own booze. But I was young and stupid, and the bento box dinners were within easy reach of my university student budget. The sake was promptly chased by a gulp of cheap wine and classed as a tick off the drinks bucket list. The few experiences I had since then were better, though still not enough to turn it into a regular drink of choice. Trying it again in Japan would be the final test; my logic was that if I couldn’t like it here then I wouldn’t bother drinking it again. So to give myself and sake the best possible chance of getting along, we joined sake sommelier Yuma from Ninja Food Tours for a sake tasting class!
Those silly relationship self help books will say it’s unhealthy to be jealous of your partner but I can’t help it, certain things make me very jealous of a certain someone. We all have our crosses to bear so this might as well be mine. I’m jealous of his commute to work, from the bedroom to the home-office in under a minute, and that includes the getting dressed time. It irks me that since taking up the role as Connie Consumes’ Official Dining Companion he’s suffered none of the perils that come with the territory, in fact, he claims to have lost weight while I have definitely suffered the opposite fate. Jealous. Don’t get me started on those eyelashes.
And last but certainly not least, I’m completely, utterly, painstakingly jealous of the fact he’s already been to my dream food-travel destination: Japan. Everything about the cuisine and traditions of Japan entice me and… a certain someone has already been there… without me. The green eyed monster rages. Except he hasn’t really experienced Japan, not in the way I hope we will soon. You see, a certain someone went years ago for the football World Cup, so I don’t think the sights were high on his priority list and the food definitely wasn’t. Japan didn’t make him fall in love with Japanese food, I did.