The first time I had poke (pronounced poh-kee) was seven years ago in Pueblo, Colorado. My mom, brother, grandparents and I were visiting my grandma's brother and his family. Uncle Bob and Aunt Rickii live in Colorado Springs, but one night we all took a short road trip to visit their daughter Roni in Pueblo and go out for sushi with her family. They ordered Hawaiian poke, a sashimi dish of marinated tuna. First thing we did when we got back home was tell our local sushi chef, Le, that he had to make us poke (even though it wasn't on the menu).
