“First Tastes—Cold & Tasty” by E. M.
February, 23 1992. My birthday. I just turned 8 years old today. I migrated from Bangladesh in mid-1994 to live with my dad. Now, New York is my home. My dad, like us, is Bengali-Muslim, yet he tends to like an American. But then again, I’m still new here…so, I’ll probably change my mind once I see a real American. Anyway, he is a great food lover. Whether the food’s hot, cold, sweet, or spicy…etc, he doesn’t care—he just eats. I, on the other hand, am a conservative eater. I eat what I want, but the food has to smell good in order for me to approve. On my eighth birthday, my dad had a craving for Japanese food, which he insists is “weirdly yummy”…but I must admit, I had my share of doubts. At night, my family and I went to a Japanese restaurant in Flushing. I was anxious because I was about to eat boiled food instead of an actual cooked meal. Once we stepped inside the restaurant, we felt as if we were really in Japan. The background designs were bright, colorful, and very
pretty—there were flowers, birds, trees, skies, water, earth, fire, warriors, dancers, and animals. We sat down on the floor, positioning our butts’ weight on our feet, because the tables were short in height. My dad orders white rice, garden salads, sushi, oysters, “squid surprise,” and rainbow sherbet. During the time we waited, our behinds were numb from pain. Therefore, we switched out previous positions to Indian style. When the food arrived, my parents served to my older brother and me. I took one look at my plate and fought the urge to gag; there were sushi, oysters, and squids staring up at me from my plate of rice and salad. My brother, however, was eating his meal as if they were burgers and fries. My parents, especially, my dad, ate the same way. Only I didn’t have the nerve to look down on my plate again, let alone to eat from there. But I was a kid and so, I didn’t want to feel left out while everyone else was eating their meals. Hence, I picked up a sushi and put it
Some topics in this essay:
American Anyway,
,
American I’m,
sushi oysters,
“squid surprise”,
squid surprise,
rainbow sherbet,
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