A friend came in from out of town and we went for our sushi. We placed our first order; she got teryaki chicken and a couple handrolls and I got my first two handrolls. She grabs some pieces of chicken and said I could have some. I had my rolls, looked at the chicken, grabbed a couple. Ate one. Yum. Ate two - and mid-bite I stopped, gasped, threw my hand up to my mouth and froze.
I failed. My heart sunk.
Apparently my head wasn't with me today; I'm still used to the thinking of eating meat. To my credit, since I didn't seem to be with it today, I also accidentally poured soy sauce into my green tea mug *blank stare* Well, we had a few laughs about it at the time.. it was pretty funny. I don't know what's going on with me.
There's a caveat: Sundays is a time of.. of... is there a name for it? A day when you can have one of the things you've given up for Lent. I never intended to use Sundays as a 'freebie'.. but I will have to get over today and just use my 'Sunday' today. Makes sense, yes?
That's all. Better luck next time.