On the sushi train...

As my son would say..."Choo-choooooo.....!!!"  For the last 2 weeks, I've embarked on a one-way journey on the sushi train with no return in sight.

I don't eat sashimi or any of the raw stuff most people love about sushi, I just want a simple maki roll with my grilled unagi with teriyaki sauce, crunchy cucumber slices, creamy avocado, warm sushi rice with that vinegar tang, all wrapped around the nori seaweed.  In 5mins, I can devour the whole roll dipped in soya sauce with my chopsticks and then ponder about my next meal in ernesty.

Salmon is not my favourite fish and I did try it in its various forms; smoked, grilled, sashimi-style, and in curry even!  I just can't stand the taste of this fish.  I never thought I would say this, but right now, I wish I am a salmon-eater.  If I am, then I can devour more different types of sushi instead of just my unagi maki.  Life would be a rainbow then.

This constant food mental torture during my pregnancy has definitely taken its toll on my poor soul, my overall well-being and possibly my mental state.  I miss more than ever Singapore food.  Even the simple sliced fish soup with tofu and seaweed has me moaning in agony at times.  Every waking minute of my time is consumed by mental images of these unavailable food flashing before my eyes, food that I have never even given second thought to before the whole time I lived in Singapore!  Just thinking of char siew steamed buns(available in coffeshops that you can buy ANYTIME of the day) makes me wanna rush to Montreal's chinatown to buy a whole truckload of frozen buns to stock up my fridge for days of emergency(kinda like everyday).     

I never know exactly what kinda food I can stomach these days so the days of planning ahead and cooking in large batches are over for me - I simply can't microwave food anymore.  The smell of heated food wafting in the kitchen can literally kill me in 2 sniffs.  I lost count of how many times I have actually died.

Sunday night was a night of sheer bliss and joy for us.  We went to a Japanese sushi restaurant called Samurai and gorged ourselves silly on really good sushi, delicate agedashi tofu(O.M.G!), tempura shrimps and vegetables, gyozas and miso soup;  "Just like they make them in Japan!", as my husband declared happily.  What I enjoyed very much was the fresh green tea they served, with the little rice pops mixed in with the tea leaves to give it that distinctive taste.  Ooh...j'adore!!!  We left the restaurant beaming to the moon and knowing there is a touch of Asian salvation left in Quebec afterall.

 As a tribute to my last blog entry, here is the mee hoon kueh that my dear husband made from scratch for me!!!  Lots of ikan bilis!  Mmm... the only thing missing is the authentic chilli sauce lah!  Tant pis!