I am obsessed with furikake*. I don’t remember how it came into my life, but really, does it matter? What matters is, furikake. For years, I’ve lived with a little jar in my cabinet, sometimes with pieces of wasabi, like this one, sometimes without the bonito, but always, always on the shelf. I seek excuses…
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Avocado and Smoked Salmon Summer Rolls
In my last post, I talked a lot about kitchen confidence. So it is coincidentally fitting to follow it up with a post about Summer Rolls, something that used to scare me. Summer Rolls are not hard to make, but they, like sushi, involve a bit of technique to walk away with a picture perfect…