New Year's sushi: a new tradition

My kids and I decided to start a new tradition this year: New Year’s sushi. It was my son’s idea (he will pretty much come up with whatever excuse is necessary to talk me in to making sushi), but he didn’t have to do much persuading.

To put it bluntly, this year was a bit of a stinker. There were some wonderful moments, but there is no pussy-footing around the fact that if I could toss a year back for a do-over this one would be a contender.

And yet, on this last day of the year, I found myself laughing. Scrubbing my house for six hours, chasing the twins as they streaked up the stairs with underwear over their heads (they were pretending to be Cyclops), watching the snow fall and then fall some more. And somehow it all finally felt OK. Like things were shifting, settling. Maybe it was the snow forcing a quiet peace. I don’t know, but I can tell you that deep down inside things just felt right for the first time in a long, long while.

So we made sushi. Not at all weather-appropriate, but it matched our cheer.

I love spicy tuna. My friend, Mrs. Kim, taught me to make the sauce.

A little bit of Japanese mayonnaise (maybe a tablespoon), a squirt of sriracha (maybe a teaspoon, less to taste), a small spoonful of tobiko, and a few drops of sesame oil. Then mix with finely chopped pieces of sushi-grade tuna (maybe half a cup or so.)

Sorry this is not so precise, but it was one of those nights.

My kids have been living with me too long because now when they see a food they really like they shout for the camera. My son took this picture. He was pretty thrilled when I told him it was going up with tonight’s post.

Happy New Year all.