Snoqualmie

Yumyumyumyumyumyum.

Oh, lord, but I love sushi. No, wait, that isn't right. I love sushi. There is nothing quite like beautiful sweet crunchy red pepper and soft squishy mushrooms and cool delicious cucumber and-- treasure of treasures-- creamy ripe avocado, all wrapped up cozily inside a blanket of sticky seasoned rice and oceanically delicious seaweed. Nothing at all in the world, I tell you.

And I will strike down with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers (and sisters) by telling them that sushi is not delicious. That's like telling people that the sky isn't blue, or that bed isn't comfy. I say it's crazy talk, and seeing as I've had giant mountains of homemade sushi for dinner the last two days running, I ought to know what I'm talking about.

No fish were harmed in the making of this entry. That would be blasphemy. Some biologists may cry when they come home from conferences in Monterey and discover that they missed two delicious extravagant sushi dinners at home, but that can't be helped.