Sushi.

I had sushi last night. I love sushi.

There's something about the texture of the rice, the way the seaweed wrap tears under your teeth, the creamy-squish of raw fish and the pop and crunch of raw vegetables: carrots and cucumber. Of a certainty, the person who made the decision to put avocado in sushi for the first time was a human of higher order intelligence.

I love the accoutrements of sushi. The chopsticks, the varied and many little plates and rectangular dishes. The salty tang of good soya sauce and the rush through the sinuses of real wasabi, not that horseradish facsimile found everywhere. The burst of flavour from the pickled ginger.

Sushi is a food that refreshes and invigorates. It is light, but satisfying.

I especially love that last part. It is light. Which means that when the opportunity arises for an all-you-can-eat experience, you can cram yourself silly and enjoy every second of it.

Ah yes. Sushi.