Just go out for sushi

I hate myself for it, but I didn't take a picture of the "sushi rolls" I "made" last night. Thankfully there is the internet. Behold:

I aimed for simple California rolls, which are, as you know, usually the size of Chipotle burritos. So there they were, the Chipotle Tasuketes(!), just sitting on the plate like bled Japanese hogs. And we ate them like people used to eat things before there were forks, and when they killed their food with square wheels. And the "rolls" were okay, but sort of like drinking oatmeal through a straw. All I'm saying is, when you want sushi, just go out for sushi.