Letter From the president: Takeout dangers
So, I’d like to share a story about the day I tried to kill my mother with sushi. At least, this is her version of what happened, but we do have a tendency to embellish in my family. It all started innocently enough when I ordered my favorite delivery in Cooper-Young, Mulan. (For my friends that aren’t able to have fresh sushi delivered to your door, I am truly sorry, because it’s awesome.)
I finish my delicious sushi and leave the container on the counter while I wander aimlessly around the house doing something I can’t even remember now. Meanwhile, my mother happens upon the container and decides to helpfully rinse the container to put in recycling. As she starts to wash it out, she notices the green “sauce” that remains, and her curiosity gets the best of her. She proceeds to scoop up what I can only assume was a huge dollop of wasabi on her finger and puts it in her mouth.
The reaction was delayed but hit her like a freight train. Her face turned beet-red as she gasped for air and fell to her knees. Sweat gushed from every pore in her head and her makeup ran down her face, burning her eyes as much as her tongue was. She insisted that her insides were on fire, but I think that’s where the embellishing comes in again. I returned to the kitchen to find her broken and angry as hell. Like I’m supposed to expect my mother to come behind me to taste what essentially was trash left on the counter!
Anyway, I’m looking forward to National Night Out on August 4th and having my neighbors over to cook out and be merry. I’m thinking maybe we’ll have a wasabi themed meal with ghost peppers for dessert. It will be interesting to see if I get mother to attend! So ignore the heat and have a great time with your neighbors! Salute! —June Hurt