Haiku for the hungry

The perfect meal

Sushi, divine and decadent

A taste of heaven

Nothing else need be said. It's why I roll my own. The Zen of sushi gives us sustenance and soy sauce. A wasabi rush is blissful in it's pain. 

Sushi is never a meal of ambivalence. You either love it or hate it. Those who can't live without it and share the passion, are messianic in their quest to convert others to their diet delights. Its our 'drug of choice' and we need to get everyone else hooked too.

Salmon, tuna, shrimp, crab, vegetable, nori, rice all add up to a gastronomic perfection for the palette and the eye. In it's simplicity, sushi is perfection. A balance of tastes that bring eating to a level of nirvana. One of life's memorable moments is finding the flavor of sushi in your mouth.

In our house it is a weekly event to have home-made sushi and invite guests to share it with us. It is a labor of love that I never object to. I only wish I could travel to Japan and learn better technique from a master, but alas, sushi is strictly a male-only cuisine discipline. I have to suffer with my own attempts at perfection. I try and replicate the cleanness of the tastes I love. Not the heavy sauced versions that seem to be appearing in North America. I would rather let the fresh ingredients sing loud and proud themselves. It's never anything very fancy but our sushi is always appreciated by guests and they are quite complementary... even if the rolls are not as perfect as I'd like them to be.

The experiment of sushi making is a joy. Boiling rice to it's inner soul and adding vinegar & sugar is the creation of sushi-life. A sharp knife through fresh fish is a moment of artist measure. Bringing it all together on the rolling mat is akin to Yoga. What you bring to your mat is what you attain in the end.

I'm now hungry. Sushi time.

xox

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