Candy from Japan via Victoria via Port Angeles
At the doldrums of my workday, I heard Douglas trooping upstairs and I yelled out: “Is there candy?” The usual reply is “NO” and an eyeroll. (Yes, yes, “usual” suggests that when I’m grumbly and bored some part of my brain thinks candy can be magicked out of thin air.) No response. I stuck my head out to repeat myself cause he might just be ignoring me. He rounded the corner and said “YES”.
When I regained consciousness, he handed me a package with a customs sticker on it that clearly said “candy”. Elizabeth had sent me candy from her Japan dai boken! And a little card with more stickers.
Japanese Candy
There was a small argument about whether we’d open the packages. But calmer minds prevailed.
Banana Kit-Kat has to be the oddest tasting confectionary I’ve ever had. Each nugget has a yellow, nearly waxy coating that smells very, very banana-like. The banana “flavour” overpowers the interior wafers.
At first glance the Hello Kitty candy looks like wax on a bamboo skewer. It turns out to be a strawberry flavoured coating on top of pretzel-like pocky.
So many thanks to Elizabeth for the afternoon surprise.
Heather
Horaay! I hope they weren’t horrid as I couldn’t exactly start eating in the store and THEN decide what to buy, so I just went for all odd flavored kit kat (well, except the Green Tea, the Curry and I think the Nutmeg flavored kitkats!). I am glad you got Candy! Time to start another round of postings! I need to convince Linda to go another trip so I can get more ‘treasure’ to post.
On the bright side, telling any North American Otaku you had genuine strawberry Hello Kitty Pocky from Japan should give you cred – if that is where you WANT cred, admittedly they don’t tend to mix with the loeb reader groups (I am a reader of the loeb library, as well as the black pequins – the OOP roman classics).
Just a note, I read MOST of Cicero’s cases, and had well, ENOUGH of Cicero’s voice and you are going back for MORE! Wow, I bow to your resolve (or maybe enjoyment?).
Otaku cred. The mind boggles.
The Cicero is Douglas' s thing: there's something about the collection of entire sets that turns his crank. One of the rooms upstairs it full or Greek and Latin books which will eventually (or not) be read.
Given the recent influx of manga, I've been trying to persuade him to sell/give away some of classical stuff. After all I did get rid of a lot of Derrida. I'm not making headway fast.
Heather