Sunday, April 29, 2012

Sushi!

As most of you know, Jared has grown into a culinary master. Every Sunday, he's looking up new recipes, new cooking tips, and writing grocery lists full of crazy new ingredients for me to pick up. And he doesn't shy away from the fancy high maintenance recipes--on the contrary, the fancier, the better. It's been awesome; we eat like kings over here. 

Tonight, our latest culinary adventure was one we could embark on together: sushi. Now, neither of us is a seafood lover. We've tried salmon a couple times and liked it, and I've always had a love for clam chowder, but generally, when we see something fishy, we stay away. Which is why we were both surprised to discover that sushi is delicious. 

In my family, we have this joke that every time my sister, Anna, sees a creative item in a store, she says, "Well I could make that." Apparently, Jared is the same way with cooking. We eat it in a restaurant, and that night he's looking it up online and jotting down ingredients. So here we go!

After a trip to a grocery store and the local Asian food market, we'd gathered all our ingredients. Here we have sweet potatoes and the supplies for battering our prawns for frying. 

 We also grabbed some avocado, prawns, and crab meat.
And of course, we had some soy sauce on hand for dipping. (I mostly took this picture because the bottle was kind of cool. We love Trader Joe's.)
 I will admit, upon seeing the raw prawns with their little legs and tails and other nasty appendages, I was a little grossed out, like "no way I'm eating this," leery.
But after frying them up, they were pretty darn good. We also fried sweet potato strips, which were delicious.
 Our first try at a roll was a bit ... messy. It tasted delicious, but was a bit tricky to eat.
By the second, though, we were pros. 
And by the third ... well ... we were full.

So our sushi adventure was a success. Now all that's left is figuring out what to do with all the leftovers. Looks like I'll be eating sushi all week!

1 comment:

  1. Quite a step forward for a girl who used to think that fine cuisine was a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.
    Love ya,
    Dad

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