My First Born for Negitoro Maki

The trouble with having a baby in the early days of May is that your first Mother's Day becomes a write off.  The combination between recovering from child birth, fatigue, cluster feeding, worry and stress... don't expect much from anyone, especially yourself.  I was already having most of my meals in bed since the 8th of May anyway, so the joy was already gone, and going out with a newborn is just scary and overwhelming for both parents.  I know Subversive Dad was a hot mess as well.

I did have one demand, however, 9-10 months in the making.  I was having some motherfucking sushi.  

Being responsible to a fault, I followed those recommended food restrictions diligently, so my once weekly indulgence of maki rolls and unagi nigiri was avoided.  

This was hell.  Vancouver is a very sushi-centric city.  There's no escaping temptation.  I missed many dates with friends and coworkers because they were going for sushi.  It was so hard to be good for the sake of a healthy fetus.

So, my first Mother's Day, Subversive Dad picked up a tray full of sake maki, unagi nigiri and, my absolute fave, negitoro maki and inhaled it while watching, you guessed it, Game of Thrones; Zuul nested cozily in her swing next to me, in my pj's and bathrobe that I had been my uniform since getting home from the hospital.

I couldn't have asked for a better first Mother's Day.  It was absolute bliss. 

Mmmm...... Maki.