If you learn only one thing from my blog ever, here’s what it should be:
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.
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.
Wins for all.
The only way we could’ve won more is if we’d made geoduck sushi.
Maybe next time….