027) The Last Supper

Had dinner with just my mom and I last night at a Japanese restaurant in town.

The restaurant was excellent. It was my first time there, though my younger brother had been there and told me it was very authentic.

What he hadn't told me was that it was also very traditional! The cooks even come to your table and do the whole show thing if you order Habachi! We didn't, but we observed this taking place with customers who did.

Most of the staff are American, but the cooks are very definitely Japanese, and there's no way the chef can be other than Japanese, no American could have put together anywhere near so authentic or traditional a menu.

The food was very definitely authentic, and, from what I can tell only very good ingredients were used which had to have been imported at great expense.

Mom, of course, not being used to Japanese cuisine, deferred to me. I ordered Shrimp Tempura for appetizer, and Seafood Teriyaki with a side of miso and a side of rice. What wasn't mentioned on the menu was the side of rice was traditional Japanese sticky rice in a traditional clay bowl. The miso was also in a traditional clay bowl with a traditional clay scoop. We had only a napkin, traditional chopsticks, and a fork for utensils.

The food was divine.

We had a pretty good time, talked about nothing important most of the time, until she brought up my meeting with the Bishop earlier this week. I was expecting this to come up eventually, and told she'd find out Sunday. Her first reaction was "Why, are you being disfellowshipped or something?". A disfellowship is what we call it when you are permitted to continue attending regularly, but just not allowed to participate in any ordinances. Your records remain active in the church.

I told her that no, I want to have a family meeting at 9. She was all like, now you really have my curiosity going.

By that first reaction... I wonder how much she already suspects... And I wonder just how she's going to react when the full truth is revealed.

Hopefully, this was not actually my last time having a private dinner with my mother. And most hopefully, it's not really my "Last Supper", so to speak, with me losing my family being the expected result on Sunday night.

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