So then…we cozy up to the teppanyaki table to celebrate Chloe’s 16th birthday — for our family dinner with her brother Tucker (18), her dad David, and me.
And since these Japanese restaurants pair you with other diners at the communal tables, we squeeze in next to a family of four also celebrating a birthday.
We quickly make friends with them, of course – ‘cause we’re charming like that.
Our tableside chef is slicing and dicing veggies – while shrimp, beef, chicken and fried rice are sizzling all across the hot grill – creating the most tantalizing aromas!
It’s such an impressive array of colors and scents, I say, “I wish I had one of these teppanyaki tables in my kitchen! It’d be so cool to chop and grill all these delicious foods at home!”
My family members raise skeptical eyebrows.
“Mom, you’re not exactly known for your cooking,” says Chloe.
“Well, maybe I could get a job here – and they’d train me how to cook like this!” I say.
“I’m not sure you can be trusted with all those sharp knives, Mom,” says Tucker. “You’d probably cut your hand off!”
We all laugh.
I say, “Yeah, but if I could still cook after something like that—”
My son brightens and says, “Hey, yeah, that could be what you’re known for—”
“Exactly,” I say. “That could be my hook!”
Then we suddenly realize my unintended pun – “that could be my hook” – like my claim to fame – and like my missing hand would be an actual hook –
My kids and I BUST UP LAUGHING.
David and the other family just stare us.
Which makes us laugh MORE.
WE CANNOT STOP LAUGHING.
“That could be my hook.”
“My HOOK!” Bwahahaha!
Oh my God.
We’re snickering over that for hours.
Much to the dismay of everyone around us.
Sigh. Sometimes only my kids get me.
— Darcy Perdu
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(Wouldn’t you love a teppanyaki grill table in YOUR house? And wouldn’t YOU laugh at the accidental hook joke? Wouldn’t you, seriously now!?)