I love sushi. Raw is righteous. But I also love a little thing called onigiri: a ball of rice, wrapped in nori, with a yummy treasure buried inside: maybe pickled plum (umeboshi), maybe salmon.
Tonite at Ebisu (yes, I've mentioned it before), I ordered one and was glad I did. The onigiri was so large that Suzuki, our chef, cut it in two. There it sat on its plate like two pyramids of sticky rice garnished with my beloved, electric yellow pickled radish. I picked up one piece and bit into the mix of crackly seaweed, steaming rice and grilled salmon: heaven! Comforting, filling and a little messy to eat. Makes me want to be a Japanese schoolgirl...
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