kellita the señorita the ibby dibby dow: Won't you take me to sushi town

After my weekend in Asia, Nelle and I discussed over boulder class that our next group dinner should surely be Asian themed. So we called in the crew, agreeing to have a pot-luck style dinner where everyone had to make and bring a dish, and as a group we would make some sushi.

No one had ever made sushi before. I thought it would be really hard, but turns out it’s not so bad. After class, Nelle and I headed for Barrio Chino to buy some ingredients, a trip that ended more stressfully than it began. I say that because it began as a lot of fun, me riding my bike the slowest you can imagine someone riding a bike, and Nelle sitting on my back wheel rack holding on for dear life. It was straight out of Dumb & Dumber, and we giggled uncontrollably as we recited every line we could think of to fit the situation. Hilarity.

China Town wasn’t nearly as fun. Too many people. Not enough space.

But we survived, and a few hours later the magic happened. I arrived at Nells and D’s place around 9, in the blistering cold, and we got to it. We worked as a team preparing dumplings, lettuce wraps, and prepping the sushi rice. Just as we were ready to start rolling the sushi, Anina and Chiang arrived with some sweet and sour chicken. After about 3.5 hours of prepping, and nibbling, and then some fun rolling sushi, the feast was ready. In reality, we had enough food to feed an army. And once we finished, no one could move or speak. And the night pretty much ended with me almost asleep on cushions on the floor, Anina and Chiang almost asleep on a bench, and Nells and Derek the same on the other side of the table. I don't think I've ever had a situation where sushi filled me up. I always want more. Not this time. Well done. And you should try to make sushi if you haven’t before. It’s bafflingly easy.