We just returned from a trip to Florida where we had the opportunity to visit Brent’s family. One night we ate at Richard’s (Brent’s dad’s) favorite restaurant to celebrate his birthday. Texas de Brazil featured an impressive assortment of various meats which the “carvers” presented to us on skewers throughout the meal. I’m not a meat person, but I have to admit the samplings of lamb, pork, beef, and chicken were all quite delectable.
We were also treated to an impressive salad bar with all manner of unique culinary delights. I was determined to select primarily those items with which I was unfamiliar. I noticed a greenish concoction which was placed next to some pickled ginger. A sign read: Wasabi. “Why not?” I thought. At the table I sampled a spoonful and immediately regretted it. When I hear the phrase “flames coming out your ears,” I now understand the feeling. I tried hard not to make a scene, although my eyes were watering and my nose was running. Brent’s younger brother Michael noticed my discomfort and advised me (too late) that Wasabi is something to be consumed in very small quantities, and not by itself. Thanks, Mike! And now a warning to my readers: Beware of the green paste.