Rather than making sushi rolls for the dinner party last night, I made delightful sushi bowls (which rhymes) because of course I forgot the bamboo roller at home and didn't notice until Fort Street and it was pouring rain, the plastic grocery bag handles biting at the soft and flexible insides of my fingers and palms. BUT these sushi bowls were, as said, splendid from any angle - sushi rice on the bottom with a layer of nori; then smoked salmon chutes, avocado, imitation lobster, imitation crab, cucumber and gently braised prawns. On the side we had warmed sake and chocolate cookies for dessert. The whole thing went off rather well, considering my perchance for neurotic-seat-of-my-pants cooking. This was all achieved after a whirlwind seven hours in Esquimalt followed by madly dashing between the grocery store and my place and then Dan's apartment.
Expect posts on the following: Peter Milligan & Duncan Fegredo's Face, and Flann O'Brien's At-Swim-Two-Birds (when I finish it), as well as the latest Wonder Woman comic book...