I’d like to help you stuff your stocking. Oh yes, I would. With a pair of these festive chopsticks adorned with red, green, and gold fans from the Japanese supermarket.

To enter this giveaway, please answer this question: One a scale of 1 to 10, what is your chopsticks-usage proficiency?

Here is a rough scale:

1: Fork, please.

5: When I eat with chopsticks, some food goes into my mouth and some goes onto my lap. BUT AT LEAST SOME MAKES IT INTO MY MOUTH!

10: If Yan can use, so can I!

The giveaway will run until midnight PST this Friday. Five winners will be randomly selected and announced the next morning, this Saturday.

These Japanese socks are as bizarre to me as reader Lian telling me she has yet to see snow live.

She’s also informed me she owns a pair of Japanese socks. Oh, the things I learn about you dear readers…love it.

(These socks are from the bookstore inside inside the Japanese supermarket. And yes, I got asked to put away my camera! Four times inside this facility at large, now.)

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Butter & Salt Candy. I was enticed by those words, certainly.

However, it was the smaller ones beneath that sealed the buying deal: I am sorry that I cannot tell this deliciousness in a single word.

Oh dear, I almost cannot handle those words. They have the same effect on me as watching Olivia sniffing individual pieces of candy and me squeezing her little sister’s chubby thighs.

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So…the gravel pit, the one I used to play in when I wasn’t harassing jellyfish, is no longer. It’s now something safer but much more boring, a gravel parking lot. The change is okay, though, because the gravel pit will live on in my memories, just as fun Japanese candies exist in my present.

Choco Baby! Um, baby.

This candy’s colors and cute font caught my eye, prompting me to pick it up at the Japanese supermarket.

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