A few days ago I went to a sushi-making class (by the same lady who put on the last cooking class I went to.) I don't think I will attempt to make my own anytime soon, though, because:
a. Making sushi is hard. Those ones that are sitting on their sides and falling open? Those were my first attempts (they tasted pretty damn good though ... smoked salmon and cream cheese and green onions. I call it the New York roll.)
b. Too paranoid about using the right kind of fish and keeping it fresh enough.
But I figured when you live in a city where the number of sushi bars is eclipsed only by the number of people who spend every moment of their lives trying to appear cultured, sushi is a good thing to know about, kind of like wine. Also, after spending a LOT of time last summer at sushi bars, I think I'm finally to the point where I'm not just choking it down but I actually like it.
Oh, and it's GORGEOUS outside. The trees are starting to get leaves on them, which makes everything cheerier-looking, especially in the 'hood.
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