Raw. Formally alive but not cooked. A strange state of flux. Images of slippery, potentially slimy products sliding down my throat always kept me away.
With apprehension, I sat down. Closing my eyes, I checked off God-only-knew what and waited for my plate to arrive.
A crisp white plate slid in front of me and I eyed my food with skepticism. I took a deep breath and took a bite. I chewed slowly, tasting in the intricate flavors melding in my mouth. There was no slipperiness, no slime, no sliding. My mind was blown, a bit. How could I have let my prejudiced and misconceptions about sushi keep me away?
via The Sunday Creative prompt “raw”