At 5:37AM, I awoke to a small voice beside me in the dark: “We need a sushi mat. You roll it away from you.”
Thus began my day, although I guess Kiddo#4’s day had begun a minute or two earlier with thoughts about the “how to make sushi” book given to us by my friend Sarah (she who also saved my geeky party.)
I’ve mentioned before that K4 loves sushi and even picked a sushi restaurant over Friendly’s for his birthday. Thursday is (and quite possibly will be forever) “Sushi Day.” During break week, Sarah had taken her daughters to Whole Foods for a class on how to make sushi, and not needing several sets of instruction booklets, gave one to K4.
Who had me read the instructions and recipes to him like a storybook. A wonderful, amazing, glorious storybook in which, at the climax, everyone eats sushi.
Five hours after today’s story opens, I picked him up from preschool and said, “Let’s go buy a sushi mat.” Whole Foods is (guess?) ten miles away, so we hunted around the store until the nice guy behind the fish counter showed us where to find sushi mats. We bought Nori. We bought imitation crab. We bought avocados and cucumbers. We bought a bag of sushi rice.
K4 was so filled with delight that in the car on the way home, he fell asleep.
Never mind. At home, I hauled him and a grocery bag up the stairs…only to discover it takes about two hours to make sushi rice. (Soaking, cooking, steaming/cooling.)
After a brief pout of poutiness, K4 settled for leftover chicken wings, and I had a sandwich.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be sushi day. I’ll have to roll the mat away from me.