Every Christmas Eve the family get together to eat calorie-laden food and shake all the boxes underneath the Christmas tree.
Normally we get Chinese take-out. However, this year my mum has suggested we have DIY sushi.
By DIY sushi she means I will make it.
I explained to my mother that when the storks gave out sushi-making skills I was noticeably absent. As a matter of fact, I was probably the one at the back carving hearts into my school desk.
To be more accurate I was telling my mother that my sushi wrapping skills were nonexistent. Only it came out wrong.
Nonexistential sushi.
Which is an entirely different kettle of fish.
So basically what I'm saying is that sushi is a 20th century philsophical movement; that people are entirely free and thus responsible for what they make of themselves. Or not, as the case may be.
3 comments:
Y'know, I had a thought...... (i do have thoughts from time to time, i actually use that Brain of mine when i want to!) Anyhow, back to the thought.... You could always buy it from your local sushi Deli the day before and astound all your family, with your sushi making skills! That's all before they end up in the hospital on christmas day, because it was not so fresh(!) anymore...... Oh dear, my thoughts are not so clever after all! I'll stop having thoughts....*Blank Look*
...much like my nonexistential pasta experience when i got back home from a 2-times-a-day-for-6-days-pasta-diet in Italy
Becks - the way your mind works never fails to astonish me. What an amazing stream of consciousness. Have you considered valium?
Chris - welcome to my world :o)
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