Last night's dinner was supposed to be a Vietnamese Summer Roll based salad bowl so perhaps it was not surprising that, upon exiting the theater where my mother had kindly taken me to My Fair Lady, I had a text from L. saying that he had stopped at the fishmonger on the way home and was making me dinner instead.
With L.'s predilection for Asian flavors and oily fish, I was expecting something like grilled sardines stuffed with ginger and drizzled with soy sauce, certainly not the homemade sushi plate that was waiting for me when I got home.
Yum and also kudos to the kid. I certainly wouldn't attempt this.
