… but I decided to do this anyway.  It can’t be that hard, I said.  Those old japanese guys can do it, I said.  It’s horrendously expensive in the restaurants, I said.

So, yesterday I drove up to Buford Hwy & 285 and went to some international farmers market that was so secret and mysterious that they don’t even have a name for it, or a sign indicating its an actual place of business.  It’s just a beige, faceless building.  You walk in, though, and its a conglomeration of various regions of the world’s fresh produce and food stuffs.  It smells like they mixed fresh ground maize with goat tripe and doused in teryaki sauce.

I went to the back where they have a huge fresh fish market and picked up 1 pound each of sashimi grade fresh salmon and sashimi grade tuna.  A couple ripe avocados and a shaker full of that crazy delicious bonito + sesame seed + seaweed + MSG concoction that makes sushi oh so good rounded out my cart.

I came home, and noticed the only rice I had was some white italian style rice.  Oh well.  Its just rice, it can’t be that different.  I cooked it up extra sticky, then laid it out in a flat layer to sit in the freezer for a bit and get nice and cold.  Molded it up into the correct size, then got out my sharpest knife and went to work on the salmon and tuna and avocado.  The result:

Click for full size. I’m serious. Its worth the click. Do it.

Yeah, I had to use a measuring cup for the soy sauce since I don’t have any of those little dishes. And yeah, I found out right at the wrong time that I do not own any chopsticks. So I ate with my hands.

Mattered not. It was so. fucking. delicious. And I used maybe 1/10th of the fish! It was 10x, no, 100x better than any schlep old man Ru San peddles out during his weekend lunch buffets. The salmon was so creamy and coated my mouth with that delicious umami taste that you only get with super fresh sushi.

Time to go cut up some sashimi and just stuff myself. This is like the cookie monster falling into a cookie factory, or Robin Williams stumbling across the DEA’s cocaine locker.