Sometimes the best way to get into the water is to accept that it’s going to be cold and dive right in. Other times call for the more gradual dip-your-toes-in-first method. The latter is how I see my husbands experience with sushi (I fall somewhere in between). He’s not a big fan of the raw fish concept but I have the simplicity of the weird-free California rolls to thank for our regular “sushi nights” now.

My husband isn’t the only one in the house with boundary issues when it comes to sushi – I have a few of my own: No visible tentacles, no creatures that previously had tentacles, and no eel. I just haven’t developed those tastes yet or the bravado to acquire them. What I do love is a cold slab of tuna, salmon, or red snapper. Wanna deep fry a Phoenix roll in tempura for me? Sure – go ahead!
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