Posts Tagged ‘japanese’
Pocky and Calbee
I’m not an avid consumer of Pocky, as hard as that might be to believe. I’m not a pocky fan or one of those people that create a shrine for Pocky. I look at it realistically and think…
“well, it’s a biscuit stick dipped in frosting”
I think the last time I had Pocky was mm….5 years ago? Anyway, I finally decided to buy a box and relive the Pocky moment. This was a special blueberry pocky. Tsubu Tsubu Blueberry. What’s tsubu tsubu? I’m going to guess frothy.
Of course it comes in a nice box with a specific way to open it. I love it when my box tells me how to open him. It leaves nothing to the imagination!
There were originally…four…packets…but uh…three of them mysteriously decided to disappear.
The plastic wrap was semi translucent with cute blueberries around it. When you open the wrapping, you can reeeeeally smell the blueberry. It was reeeeally good. They need to make pocky in huge buckets or something. Each stick is gobbled up in about .5 a second. I suppose this really teaches me to savor everything. I have a feeling I’m going to lose a lot of weight if I go to Japan.
I picked this up because it was on sale and it’s ume flavored! Plum….mmmm.
Little specs of the ume. This chip was…weird to taste. It was like…salty…sour…if it didn’t look like a chip I would think it was barf. But because it was a chip, it was acceptable? I know that sounds really weird.
Fish and Cats
I went to Kitayama lunch one day. This is what happens when you’re bored.
Ebi tails for the eyebrows.
I scooped out the pulp of the lemon and replaced it with wasabi.
Then you spread the wasabi around and peel apart the ginger so it is completely flat (no wrinkles!), and lay it around. A work of art.
Then I went to see my uncle who has had his new cat, Tigger, for about a year now. I used to live at his house while he was on vacation to take care of Tigger. I haven’t seen him in almost a year now, and he doesn’t seem to really remember me. He run up to the loft and I couldn’t find him, only to finally spot him behind the computer desk.
He used to seem more brown to me but he’s gray now. Kind of panther like!
Foot pads
I got these foot pads from a store in Little Tokyo awhile ago and I kind of forgot about them.
Then I found them and it sat there for awhile. I finally found a time to use them (was in high heels walking around avidly for about 4 hours) and so I put them on.
These were camomile scented (maybe there is camomile in it too) and it was wonderful! I really felt like I was pampering myself because the sticky cloth used to secure the packet onto the soles of my feet were better quality than I imagined. They hugged my foot and it was not uncomfortable.
At first I thought that these just smelled nice and maybe was effective since herby stuff were at my feet. I didn’t know that these were those infamous Japanese toxin sucking kind. The packaging didn’t say anything about toxins (well I couldn’t read it either). So after I took them off, it was a gooey mess that I didn’t even know it was gooey before I took them off. Kind of a yucky…grayish black color. In my haste to get rid of the mess, I did not take any pictures of it.
So I told my mom about it and she was like “oooh yeah..those totally work. At first I didn’t think it worked, but the more you use them, the less black it gets!”
So I looked online and people were saying it’s fake because they put water on it and it still turned black. Or left it out in the air and it turned black (from humidity I think).
I wouldn’t say that it’s “fake” though. The blackness just means that there were contact with water, or sweat. So let’s just say the pads make your feet sweat out onto the pads, making it turn black. That’s not horribly bad too either, right? Sweat is a way to get toxins out of the system. I don’t think my feet sweat that much under normal sleeping conditions.
My verdict: The pads make your feet sweat more than usual, possibly flushing out toxins. Turning the pads black is a product of being in contact with fluids. As for the gradual decrease in blackness my mom saw, maybe with repeated use, the need to sweat them out decreases resulting in less sweat.
My impression: I felt pampered and the smelling herbs made me feel like a princess. A PRINCESS. That’s so worth the $1.69 I paid for it. Taking them off, however, made me feel like…..a really gross….person that doesn’t wash their feet.