Here's the big test. We were as nervous as a new father and as giddy as a schoolboy (respectively). The rolls were a little difficult to hold, despite us being a 3rd dan black belt with chopsticks. Perhaps it was the liberal application of Pam.
Once we got going, though, it was clear sailing through blue gummy-shark infested waters.
A little soy sauce.
Seal of approval. This meal actually represents the last of the petty cash.