Tonight Steve and I went out for sushi. We continue to celebrate our friend Karen's birthday even though she is three thousand miles away in Jacksonville because we got in the habit of taking her to sushi for her birthday, and she'd join us for sushi on my birthday in October. That way, we were assured of getting sushi at least twice a year, and we're still assured of getting sushi twice a year, because we are still taking Karen out for sushi, even though she's not here in Oregon.
I always get a small hot sake, and an Asahi, and Steve usually gets a small Sapporo. We usually get the expensive seaweed salad because I love it and we only get it twice a year. Our bill usually starts somewhere in the sixties, and once we got into the seventies (I don't know what we were doing that night). Tonight we eschewed tuna, because we are trying to be more conscious of what's being over fished and what's in season so we can be responsible little fish eaters, so tuna (mmmmm...Toro....mmmmm) was off the menu for us. We had mackerel instead. Not sure I'd do it again. The mackerel, I mean. Not bad, but I liked everything else better, and as I always say, not bad is not a recommendation. In any case, we had the otherwise usual stuff and number of items and were pretty well packed to the gunwales by the time we finished. But curiously, our bill was in the upper forties this time....
Can tuna really be that expensive? We didn't feel deprived, and I honestly didn't miss it because most (mackerel, remember?) everything else was so wonderful. But twenty bucks lower?
I'm not complaining, but maybe having a cheaper sushi bill is another vote in favor of not eating tuna. Sometimes doing the right thing can be hard to do. Like once Steve and I were going to buy breaded cod filets because they were on sale and because I really love cod, but then realized that we didn't know what time of year they'd been fished, or what method was used (some methods are kinder to the oceans than others) or even whether they were Alaskan cod (okay, in season) or Atlantic cod (not okay, at any time), so we didn't buy them. It wasn't going to save the fish that were already breaded and frozen on the shelf in front of us that somebody else was going to buy, but you gotta start somewhere.
So Karen, if you're reading this: Happy Birthday. We missed you, but we didn't miss the tuna.