I don’t do seafood.
I’ve tried and tried but my family has a sense that it is genetic. My grandfather, my mom, and I can barely stand the smell let alone actually eat seafood. The reason I preface with this is because what I’m about to tell you could be considered blasphemy.
I made veggie sushi.
I know that sushi does not directly mean fish but I think that whenever anyone hears “sushi” the first thing that pops into their heads is “raw fish.” My own mother did it to me yesterday when I asked her if she had ever had sushi and she replied, “who are you talking to?” Again, she isn’t a seafood fan.
However, sometime during my college experience (good old college…) I ate veggie sushi and fell in love. The flavors with just a little soy sauce (okay, maybe drenched in soy sauce) were delicious.
The problem now? I live in a small farm community, smack in the middle of Illinois. Sushi and corn farming don’t really go hand in hand. We have one place that serves sushi but I have never been there and honestly (after what I have heard) I never intend to visit.
So what is a girl to do besides try her hand at making her own sushi?
The process was amazingly simple with the help of my handy dandy rice cooker (how did I live without this?!?!?), rolling mat, and my knife. Actually, strike that, my knife made it almost impossible. I was so proud of myself once I got the roll and sprinkled it with toasted sesame seeds. So I took my knife, began to slice, and proceeded to smash what I was cutting.
Clearly (mental note to self) I need to buy a sharper knife.
Nevertheless, if it looks somewhat like sushi and taste a lot like sushi, I’m a happy girl. I had sushi for breakfast and lunch yesterday!
Ree over at Pioneer Woman has instructions that make this whole process easy and really understandable:
As for the filling- I used cucumber, carrots, and avocado. Once I get a better knife, I have a feeling I am going to be eating a lot of sushi!