Sometimes, Mommas Eat Hot Food

Well inducted into the world of cold and interrupted meals with their two children, our daughter, Jana,  and her husband Aaron planned an evening out  with just the grown-ups. 
No kids.
The women wanted to dress up, the men wanted to go casual. The women wore newer jeans with new tops. The men wore older jeans with old shirts. We shaved, they didn’t.  We have all  learned the art of compromise in marriage.
Jana and I not only looked great, we both smelled great. I haven’t smelled like baby urp in about five years, Jana about five minutes. We got out the door unscathed to enjoy an evening as adult friends, not as parents and child. This new stage of relationship has been a blessing, and a relief.  We have passed on the parenting baton with our firstborn.
One down, five to go.  But, who’s counting?
They chose the Matsu Japanese Restaurant, where we ate very amazing, very hot, teppan-yaki food. It was hot because they cooked it in front of you. He even cut it into bite-sized pieces for us while he cooked. Parents who have cut up three meals a day into tiny little, non-chokable pieces,  totally appreciate that detail.
My husband satisfied his raw tuna craving with the Spicy Tuna Roll. Yes, that tuna is raw, very raw.
The chef is part juggler, part entertainer, part stand-up comic. It isn’t just a meal, it is an experience.
Our fried rice was prepared then shaped into heartburn, then a beating heart, then Mickey Mouse.
A slice of onion became a flaming volcano.
Each part of the meal was prepared along with antics, including tossing, noise-making and flipping unused items, like shrimp tails, into his chef’s hat.
Like a gringo, I asked our chef if he was Japanese.  He laughed, admitted he was born in Mexico, but assured me his Japanese name was Orlando.
 I didn’t have to ask Hana, our waitress, if she was Japanese. I figured that one out all on my own.
She recommended Red Bean Ice Cream for desert. I’m thinking the only red beans I know are kidney beans. Azuki beans are NOT like the red beans I know. It was  deliciously unfamiliar.
The service was great, the show was entertaining, the  food was delicious, but somehow, the highlight of the whole evening was watching my daughter eat a hot meal.

One Response to Sometimes, Mommas Eat Hot Food

  1. Jaime Kubik December 31, 2009 at 9:37 pm #

    How fun for you and your oldest! Looks like you had fun and as I know, time without kids is a hoot! Hope you have a wonderful New Years!

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