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Quinoa Sushi. Or Quishi or Sunoa. You Get the Point.

Thursday, April 12th, 2012

So I’ve been kicking around this idea for a while. It’s just that it seems sacrelious to make sushi without rice. Well, the definition of sushi includes rice, not quinoa, so I’ll have to call it quishi or sunoa or some other ridiculous hybrid name. Regardless, it’s frigging delicious. And beautiful. And super duper healthy. So I’ll get to the point.

Naturally I had very little time to throw this together, so if you’re expecting a tutorial on sushi making or any sort of gourmet-ness in making this dish, just click away now. If you’ve never attempted to roll delicious ingredients into seaweed, then this is the least intimidating way to start.

Take about 7 cups cooked, cooled quinoa. I always use a pretty blend of red and white. Dissolve 2 tablespoons salt, and 3 tablespoons sugar (or brown rice syrup) into 4 tablespoons of rice vinegar. Toss this liquid with the quinoa very, very well. Get your pack of nori (seaweed) ready.

Now, get from your fridge any vegetables you have and cut them into sticks or small squares or whatever to roll into your nori. I had carrots, lettuce, radish, mango and avocado today, so that’s what went into my quishi-work with what you’ve got people. Spread about 1 cup of your quinoa mixture over the nori, leaving about 1/2 inch on one end for sealing. Now click on this tutorial so I don’t have to muck up your rolling experience with my silly attempts at verbal descriptions.

I’m out of wasabi so I mixed horseradish with soy sauce in lieu of it. It was good. I really work with what I’ve got. I’m guessing ancient sushi masters are rolling over in their graves right now. No matter. This was delcious! Amazing! For real, yo. Like, I’m so excited about this dish that it is the much needed shot in the arm for me to get back to the recipe development that I’ve been slacking on. I. LOVE. QUINOA. And fully intend on treading on every sacred dish I come across in order to showcase it’s universal deliciousness. So there. I’m an iconaclast. Finally.

Check it out then make it yourself. Even my 3-year old ate it. See, I have proof. Kind of.