Raw fish, sticky rice and wasabe were key ingredients for a most memorable weekend. Why so? Nephew Michael and his wife Mandy were intent on introducing their two teenage nieces to the joys of sushi. You see, for his birthday a few years back someone introduced Mike to the joys of eating raw fish and memories formed like a ball of sticky rice.
Ten of us piled in two wagons for a trek to the Sushi House in Westmont, Illinois – the closest, highest Urbanspoon-rated sushi store we could find. Continue reading