Sushi

The MIT Sloan cafeteria has cheap sushi. It tastes like pre-made refrigerated 8-buck sushi. When Evan gets it for lunch, he feels like a cultured king feasting.

Knowing that he loves eating out, had been at home too much lately and our evening plans had fallen through, I suggested we go out to eat. He agree quickly and asked where. I suggested the sushi place near our house. He point his finger at me, and approved with a smile and a click.

Despite how much Evan claims to like sushi, there is probably no other food that is constructed to be so difficult for a Downsy-boy to eat. Sushi rolls are just big enough that if you have a Down Syndrome-sized mouth (small) and a Down Syndrome-sized tongue (large) that they don't fit. Add poor fine motor skills and a stubborn social tendency to refuse accommodations. Finally eat where chopsticks are given and forks would need a special request. Ah. That was dinner.

Sushi is meant to be eaten in one bite. Small bites or piercing the seaweed/rice hoop with the chopsticks made every roll start to fall into pieces on his plate. Good thing Evan was hungry. He persevered and somehow made those two sticks stick in the food enough to bring it to his mouth.

A normal dinner budget spent on sushi does not go as far as cheap, plentiful, filling pasta. As we were walking back from the sushi restaurant we talked.

Me: Are you full or still hungry?
Evan: Keep going... Haven't had dessert yet!