So, we really wanted to skip this weekend. He was in no mood to cook and I was/ am in no mood to write. But the son butted in and wanted the dad to make him sushi. He believes his dad is the best cook in the world. The only thing he credits me with making well is curd. Grudgingly, in search of some inspiration, we dined out on Friday night. We ended up at this newly opened sushi restaurant, which was thankfully empty (the things we are grateful for, these sucky days). The sushi was ok, but the paisa vasool was from the elaborate sauce quiz the waiter was subjected to by the man. The man and I made a trip together to the grocery store on saturday. After the noodles-spaghetti debacle, he didn’t entirely trust I’d come back with the right things. There was salmon, chicken, seaweed, sushi rice, avocado and a million sauces. I will need to dedicate a blog post to go into what these experiments are costing us. Of course, no price is too much to pay for experiences, and etc. I could write a bit more about what happened on Sunday, but I'd rather draw your attention to the fact that I don't want to write this post. So, moving on. When we finally got down to cooking, again grudgingly, many things started happening simultaneously in the kitchen. Chicken was cut into strips, rice was cooked in a pot with a cloth on top, cucumbers were sliced, vinegar was mixed with salt and sugar and even mushroom was brought into the picture. The man followed the recipe to a T this time. For him, that meant using glass bowls to measure and mix vinegar and salt, just like in the video. Vinegar was poured into the boiled rice, changing our perception of how rice can be eaten, forever. Chicken was teriyaki-ed. Cream cheese was taken out. Salmon was cut into pieces. And we were ready for the finale. The whole secret to making sushi is in the rolling of the roll. There were bamboo mats involved. In the video that is, not in our kitchen. At our most humble abode, as the Japanese would have put it, we made do with a plastic sheet. It took as much time to spread the rice on each sheet of seaweed as it did to cook the rice. Post seaweed no. 3, we got good at rolling the joint. I mean sushi. Sundays have now become something of a family ritual where everyone looks forward to catching up. As they say, food brings people together. No wait, I just remembered the beef over beef, and my own eye rolls at vegan substitutes. I meant sports brings people together. No wait again, that’s not it either, just remembered the cricket matches. Ah, now I remember! Nothing does. Nothing brings people together. Because people are petty and bicker at the slightest chance. I was told my posts have too much humour. So there, I hope you enjoyed the above nugget of darkness.
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Arathi Uchil
20/2/2021 08:13:09 am
A nice attempt to make sushi:)
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Aishwarya KalakataThe loss of and search for individualism has never been felt more acutely. Everything changed after I had a kid. But this blog is not about me being a mom. It’s about the things I do when I want to stop being a mom. It’s about telling myself that it is possible and that it is ok. It’s about my little escapades. Mostly travel - sometimes physical, sometimes mental. A desperate bid to stop my identity from being rolled into a single word. CategoriesArchives
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