For some reason I've been in a bit of a funk lately -- probably due to a sizeable dab of the kind of let-down that happens when you realize that, literally, the honeymoon is over (ha!), and you won't get to travel abroad again quite like that for, oh, probably until after the kids go to college -- and so Jim is kindly bringing in sushi tonight.
I should be a poster child for the fact that all extant homo sapiens have a common ancestor, because I'm fairly sure that while your average DNA test can't trace the Japanese in me, it must be there. Why else would raw fish be my go-to comfort food?
So call me Mitochondrial Eve or whatever. I won't be listening. I have some negihama maki to eat.