Sushi trial

One of the things that I love about cooking is the constant learning that is involved.  It is filled with trials and tribulations as well as successes and celebrations.  Last night G & I decided we would attempt to make sushi for the first time.  Our effort definitely involved the former and not much of the later.  When I started this blog I decided that no matter what the outcome, I would share it all.  The sushi train journey began with me preparing all the ingredients, ensuring that things were chopped in an even manner and everything was organised for assembly.  Our rice was cooked well and nicely seasoned, our bowl of water and sushi mat ready to go.  We were aiming to create japanese sushi rolls (or nigiri) with fillings such as carrot, cucumber, chicken and egg.  We also had some tuna with Japanese mayonnaise stirred through it.  Our first effort ended with way too much rice and not much filling, the next was a little better but nowhere near perfect.  We seemed to improve slightly until eventually the tortured ended when we ran out of rice. 

There is no photographic evidence of our virginal sushi experience and for that I am grateful.  However, G and I agreed that the flavour was really good and we will definitely do it again. 

I have a new found respect for those who are skilled in this intricate art and hope that one day I can produce something that I am proud enough to put into print.