Sushi

Mmmm, sushi. I could honestly eat it almost every day. One of our supporters first introduced me to it back in Barcelona. In the early days, I only knew of expensive sushi restaurants, so I didn’t eat it very often. Now, I almost always have the ingredients at home so I can make it when I want. All I really need to make my mouth happy is some fake crab, nori, white rice (cooked with sushi vinegar, salt and sugar) cream cheese and soy sauce. If I get fancy then I might add cucumber and avocado, and salmon. Salmon is my favorite but more pricey, so I don’t keep that stocked all the time J.

I have a few favorite sushi places. When we lived in the burbs, this place was my favorite. Ironically, it’s a Venezuelan chain, but they make good sushi. I’ve been told that a lot of what they have isn’t “typical” Japanese but I hear it anyway. They have a great lunch deal and I love their tempura veggies.

I recently found another place downtown where a never ending supply of sushi slides in front of you on the nifty little conveyor belt. And it has little taps at each seat where you can get unlimited “agua con gas” (bubbly mineral water) for a buck.

I honestly don’t have anything very witty or funny to say about sushi. Because I take my sushi very, very seriously.

Eating sushi is my wife’s way of begging the gods to strike her down with salmonella poisoning.

When we go to a sushi restaurant, I order Yakitori Dom, tempura vegetables and other fried foods that are excellent for one’s cardiac system. Fortunately, we don’t go to sushi restaurants much because whenever we do and I look at the bill afterwards, I say: “Yakitori DOH!”

Heather would eat sushi morning, noon and night. She likes it so much that she doesn't even bother cutting the sushi roll into little (useless) bite-sized pieces. I call this her “sushi burrito”. I find that adding the word “burrito” to the word “sushi” just adds to the elegance of the occasion. Heather appreciates this addition greatly.