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A creature of habit

A creature of habit, I am easily discombobulated by upsets to my routine. My morning processes were chucked out the door this morning due to a pre-breakfast doctor’s appointment — this interruption clearly bewildered me, because when I got home, I decided that brown rice and nori rolls were an excellent breakfast idea. It’s like my brain starts thinking “A pre-breakfast appointment? The world’s gone crazy! What’s next? Sushi for breakfast! Ha ha hahahah!”

The start is always so innocent...

The quieter, more rational parts of my brain were drowned out by the shouty, daft parts. I think the rational brain might have been saying something like “you know, we normally have muesli or toast — delicious, filling, proven results…maybe we should roll with that?” and then the shouty, daft part retorted “shut up, square!” and launched into a deafening chorus of “Mr Clicketty Cane”. I had the brown rice in the fridge already (from the experimenting the other day); I had some fresh vegetables; throw in a little omelette and nori and you’ve got yourself a wholesome breakfast, right? Not strictly sushi, but brown rice nori rolls takes too long to say.

Nothing ominous to see here.

The first sign that maybe I wasn’t firing on all cylinders — well, okay, not really the first sign, since I was making nori rolls for breakfast, but the first one that got my attention — was when I realised I had chucked my omelette into an ungreased pan. It wasn’t the end of the world and I was hungry, so I just did the best I could in scraping it out. But my visions of neat, concentric layers of nori, omelette and rice around the cluster of vegetables in the middle would never see achievement.

What could possibly go wrong?

I don’t have a sushi rolling mat, either, but this turns out to be less of an impediment than you’d think. I thought I’d really struggle, but the rolling-up bit was the easiest step of all.

Ah, the perfect roll!

Check it out! A snug little tube of rice, vegetables, omelette and nori. I paused for a moment to bask in my cleverness. I had discovered I could live without another so-called kitchen essential, and I had a tasty, nutritious breakfast lined up. Sure, the brown rice was a little drier than the sushi rice one normally uses for this kind of thing (in the same way that the the ocean is a little wetter than a bowl of peanuts) but it rolled up and that’s all that matters, right? Wait, don’t people normally put sushi vinegar or something in with the rice before they use it? Huh. Oh well, too late now.

Oh noes!

Uhoh. This wee knife wasn’t designed to deal with slightly-aged nori sheets that have been rolled over onto themselves. I must admit, when this happened, I forced myself to accept that maybe, maybe sushi wasn’t going to be on the cards for breakfast after all.

Recovered! Seems okay.

The other slices were, I admit, a little squished. A little flattened by my forceful hand, loose rolling and slightly under-sharp knife. But they held together! Their contents did not scatter in that merry way that so often happens with sushi rolls, and that was all the encouragement I needed in my squishy-brain state. At this point, the ditzy part of my brain that had been the vocal advocate of the whole affair had exhausted itself and dozed off — permitting the more rational part of my brain to be heard. It was saying: “you know, you really didn’t have to make life harder for yourself this morning”.

The final test!

I took a roll and hurried it into my mouth as its lack of structural integrity became apparent. And then its lack of taste became apparent. Huh. Who’d have thought that cold, unseasoned rice and vegetables wrapped in nori could be so bland? I had completely neglected to throw in even a dash of soy sauce along the rice before wrapping. Dumbass.

By this stage, the rational part of my brain was laughing openly at me. We tried a second bite and, well, that was enough. The rational brain kindly pointed out that there was still fresh toasted muesli in the pantry and homemade yoghurt in the fridge and then asked the compelling question: you only get one breakfast — do you want it to be something good?

Coffee and muesli. Can’t beat tested-and-true routine.

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