Something fishy? Ready to get really raw? Today we shall talk of my new favorite obsession…sushi, baby! The fact that I now put my chompers into raw soy sauce covered sea creatures comes as quelle shock to those who know me like the back of their hand. To label me a picky eater is about as big of an understatement as saying Jenna Jameson is slightly endowed. Ah-hem. As a that little red-headed girl toddler, I confess to a whole year’s worth of having nothing on my plate but a trio of menu of the day choices: bologna, cottage cheese and spaghetti. Variety is not the spice of my life. 😥 Lately though, I find the pungent smell of raw fish truly intoxicating and can’t pass up the salmon sush at my neighborhood Whole Foods in spite of its $10 “too pricey for this recession” price tag.

And, while we are chattin’ it up about Tuna of the Sea, I must relay to my faithful readers the things that make you go hmm item of interest I ran across on my recent trip to San Fran’s Chi-tow. No, not the nine varieties of bumpy looking cucumbers the size of Fat Albert featured in the open air markets or the icky smelling slim-you now herbal tea in the tres dusty Chinese dime store box. Instead, the piece de resistance was a mondo sign that “Sushi and Crepes.” There is the ever so occasional multi-cultural culinary haunt where one can get tasty Italiano lasagna with a side order of Greco mousakka but somehow, I’m fairly certain that an establishment with both a Franco crepemaker and a bang-up Asiatic sushi roller would not be one that gets four stars from Mr. Zagat, yes? Melted ham and cheese crepes with a side of California roll anyone?

In Chu-toro and Uni I Trust,

That Little Red-Headed Girl:redhead: