That's how I "roll"

So, I've decided to start cooking.

I moved out over two and a half years ago, yet it wasn't until the past two or three months that I've actually started to cook my own meals. One bored afternoon + one mildly successfull food-making-adventure = YAY i'm cooking!!! I now have a repetoir of four dishes that I have "mastered" (translation: my apartment does not burn down, i do not get food poisoning, and the Food and Drug Administration has not broken down my door and arrested me.) Awesome.

So, needless to say, I'm feeling a little more free and adventurous in the food world. Now, this weekend was a friend's birthday, and we celebrated by gathering at his condo, watching the UFC (holy crap, go Jason Lambert!!!) and making sushi. That's right, making sushi. Chris's amazing wife, Hope (or, as we affectionately call her, G.I. Hope) actually taught me how to make real, homemade sushi! I made one roll. Rice on the outside, seaweed, then I rolled in shrimp, carrots, cucumber, and some bean sprouts. We chopped it up and served my roll to the ravenous wolves sitting on the couches (i.e. Chris and our friends) and they said it was OK! NOBODY PUKED OR DIED! I MADE A SUCCESSFUL SUSHI ROLL!!! JACKPOT!!!!!!!!

Wow. So, watch out everybody. I only made that one roll on Sunday because I didn't want to push my luck, but you can rest assured that I will be rollin' it up big time. Because that's how I roll.

(Wow, post-script note: I just wrote a post titled "that's how I roll" WITHOUT TALKING ABOUT JIU JITSU!!! I'm pretty sure that's some form of blasphemy. I'll fix that in my next post, I promise.)