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It was International Sushi Day on 18 June and though I am normally full of disdain for those made up days of celebration I thought it was too much of a gift for inspiration to pass up.
The only thing is that... sshhhh (don't tell anyone)... well, how to put this? I have never actually had sushi. What a 21st century faux pas! Does it just mean that I am over 40 so naturally slow with new fads? Or is it a stark indication that, after all these years, after 9 months in India that I thought had cured me, after all these Travelling Tuesdays, I am still am an unadventurous, fussy eater at heart? Shock horror.
I have, at least, been lucky enough to have a sumptuous dinner at the best Japanese restaurant in Town - Nobu on Old Park Lane - thanks to Steve and Mel's impeccable taste for their wedding banquet. But little packets of cold rice wrapped in seaweed has just never really yelled 'eat me' loud enough for me to hear.
And friends, I admit it, I projected all my conservatism onto my children, especially as it was while N was in Mozambique and I knew I wasn't going to be able to big it up quite enough to get away with it.
So here is the sorry tale of sushi served up with what could only be described as a ploughman's lunch. Is this a culinary first?
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The response, in a nutshell, wasn't great. Mr Middle would barely get it to his mouth. Eldest gave it a good go when she realised one had tuna in the middle but didn't really like it and though I, at least, did eat all of one (is there a singular noun for sushi?) I can't say I'll be queuing up at Yo Sushi! anytime soon. But, in the great way that kids have of blowing away all your preconceptions, Youngest took one look at the neat ball of rice (he's a bit of a rice king) and without a fuss or a negative word, just popped it all in his mouth at once. I nearly fell off my chair. I can't say he loved it, but I think he would try it again, so I guess that's a result.
I have, at least, been lucky enough to have a sumptuous dinner at the best Japanese restaurant in Town - Nobu on Old Park Lane - thanks to Steve and Mel's impeccable taste for their wedding banquet. But little packets of cold rice wrapped in seaweed has just never really yelled 'eat me' loud enough for me to hear.And friends, I admit it, I projected all my conservatism onto my children, especially as it was while N was in Mozambique and I knew I wasn't going to be able to big it up quite enough to get away with it.
So here is the sorry tale of sushi served up with what could only be described as a ploughman's lunch. Is this a culinary first?
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The response, in a nutshell, wasn't great. Mr Middle would barely get it to his mouth. Eldest gave it a good go when she realised one had tuna in the middle but didn't really like it and though I, at least, did eat all of one (is there a singular noun for sushi?) I can't say I'll be queuing up at Yo Sushi! anytime soon. But, in the great way that kids have of blowing away all your preconceptions, Youngest took one look at the neat ball of rice (he's a bit of a rice king) and without a fuss or a negative word, just popped it all in his mouth at once. I nearly fell off my chair. I can't say he loved it, but I think he would try it again, so I guess that's a result.
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I did, finally, get to make some elderflower cordial though - yippee.
24 flower heads
1lb sugar
2 lemons
half packet citric acid (round here it's sold as 'lemon salt')
2 1/2 pints water
Boil the water with the sugar, citric acid and grated lemon rind. Leave to cool off a bit. Add lemon juice and flower heads and steep for at least 24hrs, longer if you like. Sieve and strain and bottle.
Not very Japanese though.
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