"Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will."
Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February
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I love sushi. Those delicate flavours of raw fish or vegetables, dipped into a mixture of horse radish and soy sauce, maybe with some pickled ginger are for me a perfect lunch box if I'm on the fly.
But this article is enough to make me think twice! It seems that worms call Anisakis when eaten by a fish, burrow themselves into their host’s gut wall. Then when this fish is eaten, the worm adopts its new host, working its way up the food chain and into your salmon sashimi.
@Yellowtail, @Shiny03, @takafromtokyo what do you think? Or should I just say: “I’d like the mackerel sashimi please, well done.” Maybe I shouldn't say: “Waiter, my noodles are moving.”