I will be starting a new feature called Scary Sushi Sundays. This will be where I buy and consume sushi from places that seem like frightening ideas where sushi is concerned. This will probably be twice a month tops rather than weekly. For the sake of my health. My plan is to go until I encounter explosive diarrhea.
My wife is in on this too, against her will. She at least has to take a bite. I am being reasonable about it. Like, if I happen to pick up some fatty tuna from a gas station in Tulsa, she gets a pass. Otherwise, it's like the marriage vows say, til death do us part. Or explosive diarrhea.
So far I have tried the local supermarket: Surprisingly delicious and cheap. A local corner market/butcher shop. These were very bad. And cheap. I tried the california roll because the only other choice was spicy salmon and that shit looked crusty.
The rice was sticky sweet, reminiscent of rice pudding, and the ingredients inside were huge chunks of avocado and carrot and imitation crab meat. Instead of the usual sushi technician, an expert craftsmen with a sharp knife, it looked like they just had WWE superstar Triple H rend the ingredients with his bare hands. Which is also what they tasted like. Sweaty wrestler hands.
But no tummy trouble.
Tonight, I tried mall sushi. Red Snapper and Tuna. Nothing to report. Fairly decent. Sorry for the let down. I promise some stomach cramps in the near future.
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I found out something about myself. I enjoy O magazine, but not the show. How can that be? I'm confused.
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Wind bludgeons, snow, drifts.
Folks trudge, face down, heavy legged.
lets play some hockey.
