Sushi Pizza

A few days ago, Debra at She Who Seeks, did a post that mentioned Sushi Pizza. Never heard of it but sounded like my kinda thing, so I began looking for recipes.

Though none of the recipes I found would work for me — either because of ingredients I didn’t care for or the time involved in putting it together, I did glean enough to come up with a pizza using a full sheet of Nori, Sushi Rice, Cod and Spinach.

Insofar as taste, it was delicious, but the slices did not hold up.

Nori isn’t strong enough to support a heavy layer of sushi rice.

Returning from this morning’s workout, I gave it a second try — this time with a much thinner layer of rice.

It slices, but still no dice insofar as holding up like a pizza.

Also, calling it a pizza is misleading. The head knows it's fish not pepperoni, but the word "pizza", tricks the mind into thinking it will taste like one.

It doesn’t.

Instead, the taste was that of a delicious sushi roll, especially with a drop or two of Coconut Amino, so delicious that plans to eat half for lunch the other half for dinner didn’t happen yesterday or today. I ate the whole thing both times.

All in all, it was an interesting experiment, but I’ll be saying no to slices, sticking with rolling my sushi.

Heading back to my unit from this morning’s workout, I ran into Red Light District (RLD). She invited me to lunch this Saturday with herself and the Talker. Of course, I had to say no because of my gut issues, but I probably would have declined anyway because I’m kinda feeling RLD is trying to get too close. I like her as a neighbor, but I’m not feeling her as a friend.

Though I said no thanks to lunch, her talking fast, jumping from topic to topic — her medical issues, her daughter’s medical issues, with me trying to walk away, her following so caught me off guard that when she told me to put my telephone number in her phone, I messed up and gave her my number. I also forgot to ask how Painted Rock Lady (hospitalized with COPD) was doing and what’s happening with the Talker and her Karen.

I may be overreacting in thinking she’s trying to get close to me specifically, because RLD appears to be getting close to quite a lot of the residents — knows everyone’s business, probably has all their numbers in her phone.

My spidey sense tells me to be careful what I say to her, just listen, use her as a source, but give her nothing I don’t want to see posted on a billboard — if you know what I mean.

At any rate, I let you down insofar as the latest tea on the Talker/Karen drama, but while talking with RLD, I did see Handsome Man drive into the complex — which verifies he is still living here.

He slowed, as though he wanted to stop and chat but, seeing RLD, he waived, and I waived back as he sped off.

If and when I ever do get to talk to Handsome Man again, not wanting to embarrass him, I’ll play stupid — not mention his son, act as though I’ve heard nothing. It’ll just say "Hi, haven’t seen you in a long time". He’ll ask how I’ve been doing, what I’ve been doing. "Same ole same ole" I’ll say and that will be that.

UPDATE: Just before publishing this post, realizing I'd left my water bottle in the car, I paused this post for a trip to retrieve the bottle and ran into the Talker.

Management has told her nothing BUT the Talker tells me that her Karen is smiling at her, asking her how she's doing "All of a sudden trying to be nice".

That tells me Karen has been given some kind of warning from the office.

The Talker says "I'm not trusting it. It's fake" and I agreed telling her Karen won't be able to maintain for long.

So, the clock is set for when Karen next erupts, but I bet she won't be calling the cops again.

Also, after a week of having been hospitalized, our Painted Rock Lady was released and has returned to her unit.