The countdown to California continues with more food.
Day 33: Sushi
I think I was about 25 or 26 years old the first time I had sushi. If there were any sushi restaurants back home in North Dakota, I certainly don’t remember them, but I doubt I would have trusted them anyway. There’s terrific fish in NoDak, but it usually comes from a lake or river (wall-eye is awesome) and involves a bit of frying.
By the time I moved somewhere close enough to the sea that sushi might be appetizing, I had convinced myself that there was no way I would eat raw fish. However, my wife eventually wore me down until I would at least try it. It quickly became my favorite meal. Honestly, if I could only have one meal for the rest of my life, it would probably involve some sort of raw fish and rice combination.
There are about 4 places with 5 miles of my house in California that make my mouth water just thinking about them. In addition, my wife has been learning how to make it, and she’s getting pretty good.
On the flip side, there’s a consensus among my friends that the best sushi here can be found at…the kiosk in the local commissary, so…yeah.