I'm sitting here trying to write my obligatory daily NaBloPoMo post, and it's getting tricky. I'm pretty proud I've been able to post for eight consecutive days, especially since my big NaNoWriMo plans shit the bed after Day 2. I have come to the conclusion that you can't force creativity and you can't box it into a 30-day period. A post a day seems a lot more manageable.

But coming up with content gets challenging. If this blog is my story, what's today's chapter? I woke up, went running, went to dance practice, ate lunch, got groceries, bought a dress for $10 even though I had promised 'no clothes in November', had sushi, visited with my cousin. It was a good day, but nothing particularly exciting or read-worthy.

I'm going to give you some context into one part of my day. The sushi.

For 27 years I hated sushi. Abhorred it. I tried it a couple of times, including vegetarian sushi with carrots and cucumber, and found it disgusting. I made fun of sushi and said that everyone who eats it is a pretentious asshole pretending to like a gross food to be cool and that it was impossible to enjoy eating raw fish, rice, and seaweed. If my friends wanted to go out for a meal, I'd be quick to say, "I'll go anywhere except for sushi."

Then, when we were in the Dominican Republic last year, a strange thing happened. One of the dinner buffets had sushi on it and I think I'd had a little too much sun and rum that day because I popped a piece in my mouth, mostly to prove to Peter that I'd start puking on the spot. And I don't know how, or why, but I liked it! I tried another piece on the buffet. Loved it!!

When we came back to Canada, Peter was all, "Let's go for sushiiiiii!!" since the poor kid had been deprived of one of his favourite foods since we'd started dating. I was worried the sushi had been a one-time drunken Caribbean fluke and that I'd order a big plate of it and get sick instantly. Reluctantly I agreed to try it again, and picked some pretty safe varieties, like California roll and a spider roll. Success!!

I don't know what happened with my palate but sushi is now one of my favourite things to eat. I think I've had it once a week since April 2008, including today. It's quick, healthy, delicious, and comes in so many varieties you can't get bored. My favourites: sweet potato maki and spicy Alaska.

What's your favourite food? Have you ever hated a food with a passion and then suddenly craved it all the time?