One day, while Idriss was making sushi, he caught me stealing a sheet of nori. He paused and looked at me, but I was spaced out and munching on ripped pieces contentedly. Then, disturbing my peaceful snacking, he reminded me that he was planning on using the nori (as if we’d run out) with an expression that branded me as a total weirdo.
I’ve been known to do some debatably odd things, and to him, this was one of them; but I was eating it because I read years ago about the health benefits of seaweed. I had since then long forgotten of its existence, to only be briefly reminded at all-you-can-eat sushi where I often have to stop myself from ordering a third bowl of seaweed salad. [Eating it just makes me feel so good, okay?!]