If you learn only one thing from my blog ever, here’s what it should be:
This
Is a geoduck. Pronounced “gooey-duck”
My husband had never seen one before this weekend.
I sang him a song about them. He stared at me. Like everyone doesn’t know songs about giant clams.
We found it at Uwajimaya, which is a giant Asian grocery store.
There you can also find things like dried squid
enough ramen to feed an entire dorm
and purple yam buns
Which were not as tasty as you’d hope.
We were actually there for far less exciting things-nori and rice for sushi.
Here’s a secret-while I tease my husband about all the foods he hates, there are a few food quirks that I have. One of them is that I need my meat to be super cooked-the smallest hint of pink and I can’t eat it. Another one is that I hate hate hate nori. Add that in with the fact that while I like seafood, most of the time I only like it on its own-no pasta with tuna for this girl? Sushi is, clearly, not my favorite.
But my husband loves sushi.
And I love him.
So we made sushi together.
He had salmon rolls
(we cooked the salmon.)
Which looked sushi-like
And didn’t make me wanna puke!
Wins for all.
The only way we could’ve won more is if we’d made geoduck sushi.
Maybe next time….