"If you knew Sushi, like I know Sushi, oh, oh, oh, what a gal. Sorry, I didn't know you were already there reading this over my shoulder."
Let me start from the beginning. It all started when I broke up with my girlfriend last month. I met her at the dog park. She has this great Golden Retriever named Jimbo. I'm going to miss that dog.
Anyway, since I don't know how to cook and she cooked all my meals, I joined a cooking class to learn how to cook. Let me tell you, if you want to meet some hot chicks, I mean, if you want to learn how to cook, you need to take a cooking class.
My first day, I met this gorgeous Asian chick. Matter of fact, I invited her to dinner tonight and she'll be here any minute. She's tall, thin, shapely, and beautiful with jet, blue-black, long hair that goes all the way down to her cute ass. She has these perfect A cup tits that I hope to get better acquainted with tonight, if you know what I mean.
Oh, my God. I'm so glad Jimbo no longer lives with me, as she's allergic to dogs. Thank God my dog, Polo, the pain-in-the-ass Rat Terrier is the hypoallergenic type of dog. He has short hair. Besides, I'd have a tough time explaining my girlfriend's presence to her. I guess I could have introduced her as my cook, but I don't think my girlfriend would have gone along with that. Yeah, that would have been awkward introducing my old girlfriend to her new replacement.
Anyway, my cooking class homework assignment is to make Sushi. Now, I've never even had Sushi. Have you? I have no idea how to make it. I know that it's sliced, rolled, raw fish stuffed with some stuff and placed on a bed of white rice. Gross. Nonetheless, I decided to go out to the Asian market and buy everything that I needed to make sushi.
Of course, the first thing that I bought is one of those big, puffy white chef hats and a red bandana. I figured if I looked like a real chef maybe that would help my cooking 'cause the only thing that I know how to make is coffee (thank God), hard boiled eggs, toast, peanut butter crackers, cereal, and cheese sandwiches.
First, I needed to decide which kind of sushi to make. I learned in cooking class that there are five different kinds of sushi. I never knew that. Did you know that?
I always thought that there was only one kind of sushi, regular sushi. Anyway, there's Nigiri-zushi sushi, which is bundles of white rice topped with wasabi and fish. Since I have no idea what the Hell wasabi is, I immediately looked at the next choice.
There's Chirashi-zushi sushi, which is prepared in a bowl with several different kinds of fish that I don't even recognize and vegetables that I don't even recognize mixed with white rice. Since, this sushi salad sounded like too much work for me, I decided to skip that one, too. Besides, it looked nasty all mixed in together like that. I think I even saw a couple of fisheyes staring out at me.
Then, there's Oshizushi sushi which is pressed or squished sushi. Now, I remember when the New England Patriots played the Miami Dolphins back in 1972 in Superbowl XLII and our fans rooted squish the fish. Well, since my Patriots lost that Superbowl against Miami pressing or squishing Oshizushi sushi didn't appeal to me either and I skipped that one, too.