Conveyor Belt Sushi

It’s the sushi of the future! I know conveyor belt sushi has been around for ages, especially in Japan, obvs, but it finally came to Columbus, and we had to try it. We went a few weeks after they opened for my birthday dinner. We arrived nearly an hour early, we were not the only ones waiting. Most of us stayed in our cars because it was COLD. By the time we decided to get out of the car, there was a line of at least 30 people. And the line just continued to grow behind us. We spoke with a waitress, and she told us that there had been six hour waits at times since they opened. It was SO MUCH FUN. I have to admit I was worried. I had been anti-sushi for nearly a year. I had some gross day-old grocery store sushi that turned me off sushi for ages. But I was finally getting over it and it sounded tentatively good. We sat there and the conveyor belt started, and it just kept going round. I don’t remember what all rolls I had but it was so good. We also ordered some shrimp tempura and dessert.

We were at mom’s during our anniversary weekend. Justin looked up some food ideas and came up with ANOTHER conveyor belt sushi restaurant. It’s dangerously close to my mother’s. Less than 15 minutes away. We ate a little less this time than the last and it wasn’t quite as attraction-like as the restaurant in Columbus but I felt it was as much fun. Both had robots that would bring your drinks to you and smile. The plate contraption was a little easier to use at this place, but I’d say that the quality was pretty equivalent. The fun thing about this restaurant was that special orders were delivered by little “trains.” I still don’t remember the rolls that I had but we ordered dessert. Justin had green tea cheesecake. I had tempura fried Oreos which were pretty amazing. I don’t know that I would only eat conveyor belt sushi, but the next time I want an “experience” for dinner, this will definitely be a destination.

We Made Pie

We made pie. Not terribly exciting. We didn’t make the crust ourselves; we didn’t make the filling from homemade, but we did decorate the damn thing. It was trial and error, but enough Food Network memories got me through the lattice work. Then, we had strips left over, and I wanted to try something. I made “roses.” They weren’t perfect, far from, but it made me happy that we were able to decorate a pie all by ourselves. Oh, and I swear the decorations made it taste better.

Halfway to 90

In February, I turned 45. Someone on social media said that they were halfway to 90 when they turned 45, and I loved that. I got several laughs, and no one took it seriously, but I love it for multiple reasons. One, it’s tongue-in-cheek. Who doesn’t love a good laugh. But secondly, I’m saying I’m mid-life. I don’t plan on croaking in 20 years, I plan on living till (at least) 90. Fate could have a different plan in mind, but that’s my plan. When I turned 40, I celebrated living till 40. That may also seem funny and morbid, but there were times in my life, that weren’t too long ago, that I believed I would never get to 40. Now that I’m above and beyond, I’m looking forward to my next goal of (at least) 90.

There was a theme. I love having themes, especially childish themes that I might not have got to have when I was younger. This year’s theme was Candyland. I had a backdrop and a board game and loads and loads of candy. It was such a good time. Mother Nature did decide that she was sick of the 60s and 70s earlier in the week and settled for a snowstorm. I got to see two new cousins meet each other for the first time, AND I got to eat candy. Lots and lots of candy. I loved the party because it was campy, and family, and there was just a ton of love.

It’s been a bit…

Work has been really rough on me lately. I’ve been working close to 60 hours a week, 7 days a week. It’s begun to take its toll. So, I’m back to share my life and spend time on things that are important to me. I want to paint more, get back to embroidery, read, play D&D with my family, and more. I hope to post more here… I guess we’ll see if I can squeeze in the time… I’m seeing a new doctor. I’m taking more time for myself. I’m seeing a new therapist. I really miss everything I was doing before. It makes me even more melancholy than I already am.