There is, quite possibly, nothing worse in the ENTIRE world
than bad sushi. I am not talking
about sushi that makes you legitimately physically sick. I am talking about sub-par, plain,
gloppily-riced, flavorless, soggy, pathetically-sauced, refrigerated, questionably-fresh
grocery store sushi.
Now, understand, not all grocery store sushi is bad. We have often found perfectly adequate
sushi in the little black plastic containers near the back of the store. This sushi is, by no stretch of the
imagination, “amazing,” but it will do in a moment of desperation.
The sushi we had today was bad sushi! Blech! I am cringing even now just thinking
about it! For several weeks, all I
have wanted is to drive to our favorite sushi restaurant in Springfield and
gorge myself with all of the delicate, delicious fishy delights. Our schedules, unfortunately, have not
permitted this journey to the Sushi Mecca, so instead my sweet husband
attempted to pacify my cravings by picking up some grocery store sushi to enjoy
with dinner.
What a mistake!
Not only have I consumed bad sushi (which has wasted both
time and taste buds that I simply can never recover), but now I am ravenous for
the sushi I truly love! If I don’t
have any soon, I might actually DIE!
Please! I’m fading
fast. Won’t someone find me even a
little bite?
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