A few months ago, my husband and some friends talked about having a sushi party. We passed around a couple books about making sushi at home, stocked up on various utensils, and I worked on perfecting my sushi rice. I even made some rolls for dinner one night using Krab and salmon lox, because finding sushi grade fish isn’t that easy here in central NH.
There are three grocery stores about 30 min from my house & at each of the seafood counters I’ve asked, “Do you ever get, or can you order, sushi grade fish?” I got a, “no, sorry” a very rude, “I don’t know what that is” and a bizzare story about how a bear would eat any of the fish there in the store with out cooking it, so why do people need something special. True, but bears occasionally eat out of my garbage can and compost pile too.
We have not had a sushi party yet, but the wasabi & pickled ginger are still in my fridge. That’s what this is about, the pickled ginger. It’s on a shelf right at my eye level in the fridge. Every time I open the door to get something, or just to browse for a snack, my eyes are drawn to the label.
The picture on the label was quite captivating, but I had no idea what it was. Some sort of mutant piece of ginger? They could have used a better one for the label photo… Finally after a month of staring at it, I saw it, or thought I did. I had to confirm with my husband who didn’t see it either, until I gave a description. It seems the piece of ginger has arms, legs, and a face. It’s holding up a sheer scarf, apparently embarrassed of it’s naked gingerness.
Don’t see it? Click here for a close up.
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