My boyfriend isn't a fan of trying new foods. I had to practically force him to try Chinese when we started dating. He swore he didn't like it. Now he orders General Tso's on a regular basis.
It was the same story when I tried making sushi at home. After sitting in on a sushi-making class, I decided to give it a whirl. I picked up the ingredients at Wegmans on a recent trip through Maryland. I made the rice in my new rice cooker that I thought about returning.
I crafted the California rolls with sliced cucumbers, slivers of avocado and shredded imitation crab meat. I whipped up a quick batch of wasabi and pulled slivers of pickled ginger out of a jar. I had all I needed, except for the chop sticks. It was easier than I thought.
He closed his eyes, and popped a miniscule slice of the roll into his mouth.
"Not bad," he said.
Not only did he enjoy the cucumber roll, he made suggestions for crafting his own concoction. Miller's Hot & Sweet Mustard, my dad's homemade hot peppers and finely diced cucumbers.
Sorry babe, I'll make it, but I don't think you'll make millions off the recipe.
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