However, I can thank this baby for having me make peace with a food I've despised while everyone around me has been madly in love. Typical me, late to the party.
Hello, sushi.
And I'm not talking authentic Japanese raw fish sushi (it's a pregnancy no-no anyway). Even without pregnancy I think I'd pass on that.
I'm talking good all-American sushi, complete with some sort of mayo sauce and fried onions (behold the New York Crunch, pictured above).
I am amazed at how much the taste buds change as we age. Coolest thing, really.
I look forward to toasting some friend with a Sake bomb over a platter of sushi...in about four months.
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