lethargic_man | Of Sushi and Sheva Brochos

I've been invited to Sheva Brochos before, but today was the first time I've ever been requisitioned for one - several people dropped out due to illness, and I was needed to make up the minyan. It was hosted by my brother and sister-in-law, and the food consisted entirely of sushi and its accompaniments, deftly prepared by my brother (impressing the hell out of the rest of us).

Now the first time I'd ever had sushi before was a week beforehand, at the kiddush at Beth Shalom in Cambridge, where,

rysmiel will no doubt be disappointed to know, I'd not been particlarly impressed with it. This, however, was most tasty, and I helped myself to seconds.

Now, normally I'm reticent to eat something if I don't know what it is, but here I was guaranteed that everything was kosher, so I didn't have anything to worry about. What I'd like to know, though, is why the ~~chreyn~~ wasabi was green, when the obviously correct colour for horseradish to be is ~~purple~~ white. I could wish I'd realised what it was in advance. :o)

Though we ate with chopsticks (not being complete ~~gaijin~~ barbarians), the tunes for benching and the Sheva Brochos afterwards were the standard Ashkenazi ones, though. (Oh, all right, along with the normal "Match of the Day" and "Tetris" themes...) But then if they'd been Japanese tunes, I suppose no one would have known them, and no one would have been able to join in. :o)