The Dear Man picked me up from the airport and suggested a supper of sushi. Despite the variety of foods I've been eating, sushi is probably the single item that hasn't been on the menu. But then, maybe the prairie isn't really the place for fish you intend to eat raw.
He ordered from the place where we get our occasional Friday night feasts, but added a new item to our order, the romantic-sounding French kiss roll.
At the top of the picture, you can see how beautiful the roll was. Made of black rice (more purplish than black), it was filled tuna, salmon, tempura prawn and one of my favourite treats: flying fish roe (crrrrunch!).
And yes, going away is good. But often, one of the best parts is coming home again.
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