Fun at the Japanese Market!

I was craving some salmon sashimi today after my workout, and I discovered recently that there is a nice Asian market in downtown Denver, so I decided to head down there and grab some sashimi for lunch. I went to the fish counter and didn't see any prepared sashimi, so I asked the counterman if there was any salmon sashimi available.  He pointed at the salmon and said he'd cut it up for me, how much did I want?  I said, "Six ounces."  You should have seen his eyes pop out!  "Six ounces?"  he exclaimed.  He began muttering in Japanese how six ounces wasn't enough to feed anyone.  What he didn't know is that I lived in Japan back in the early 80s and even though I've lost my ability to speak Japanese, I can still understand most of it just fine.  I told him in English, "But it's just for me, and only for my lunch, and I don't eat very much at all" while looking apologetic (which is the Japanese way).  Was he surprised!  He quit mumbling and sliced the salmon into succulent pieces of sashimi.  I thanked him in Japanese and did my little polite bow.  He smiled and thanked me back. I wandered around the store and ogled all the Japanese foods I can't eat, and as I drove home, I started thinking about ways to adapt some of the Japanese sauces to make them more WLS- friendly.  I'll need to do some experimenting in the near future. I was also surprised that I was the only white person in the store.  It's located in a busy part of downtown and I'd think they would get at least a diverse lunch crowd.  Maybe not.  Kix

Kix You amaze me, everyday we learn something new from you. You lived in Japan?? Sounds like you have had an amazing life so far.. and its only going to get better and better Have a great day Lynn

I love sashimi, but the only place I can get it locally is extremely expensive and not that great.... sigh..... if I get to jonesing for it too much I might have to drive into Dallas for it.... LOL

kix, I think you need to wright you Memoirs (my spelling stinks ) everything you right is intresting but also informative. And if ever anyone needs to know about weight loss or WLS you are someone they really should talk to

Wow Kix - sounds like you have many, many talents.  Hope your sashimi was wonderful!

I had to laugh when you mentioned the CIA -- I actually applied for a job at the CIA when I graduated from college in the late 70s.  I did it on a lark, and went through several interviews and a polygraph and background check, but all of a sudden, they weren't interested in talking to me any more!  I never did find out what lovely nugget of my past they found that put them off me forever!    Didn't everybody job hop in the 70s and 80s, or was it just me?    Let's see, when I was in college and right after college, I worked as a legislative assistant for the California State Senate.  I worked briefly in Washington D.C. as a congressional aide.  I ran political campaigns. I grew tired of all the B.S. in the legislative branch of government, so I decided to work in private industry.  I found a job in the L.A. office of a Japanese company as a raw commodities trader (cattle hides, granite, paper scraps, rubber), and part of the on-the-job training meant time in Kobe learning the trade.   When I left there, I moved to Utah and managed a humanities-funded book program that loaned books to book clubs and organized reading groups throughout the state.  I liked that job, but there was no upword mobility.  I saw an ad in the paper one day that the Centers for Disease Control was hiring public health advisors, and I thought that sounded interesting, so I applied, and was hired.  PHAs provide assistance to state and local health departments, so every 18 months or so, it was time to pack up and move to another area that needed a PHA.  We were also on-call for special assignments when disease outbreaks occurred, and depending on how long the outbreak lasted, we'd be there for months at a time.  PHAs don't get transferred as much these days unless they choose to do so, but in the olden days, we didn't get a choice of where we were sent, or when it was time to pack up and go.  Had we been given a choice, I'd still be in Honolulu! Sorry for the history lesson, but hey, you asked! Kix