"You should write about eggrolls," my step-daughter, Alysse, said, "I'd love to have your recipe."
And sleepless in Minnesota at 5 o'clock on a Sunday morning seems as good a time as any to oblige.
Are these "authentic" Chinese eggrolls? Authentic Vietnamese eggrolls?
Not on your tintype!
But they're a heckuva lot better than any cabbage-filled restaurant eggroll!
Craving! That's what it was. I was craving sushi, California Rolls to be exact. There was only one problem. Well, two problems actually.
Firstly, we didn't have the money. Secondly, the nearest sushi restaurant was an hour away. Up hill. Both ways.
Now logic has never been my strong suit. So it took some time for the obvious to occur to me.
If life hands you wasabi, make the sushi yourself, dumbass!
And so I did.
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