Another Food Post

Last night I went to Donki for a few things and decided I would get some ice cream/frozen treat desserts. Today I will share about two of them.  But first, earlier in the term two of my students told me about Pokemon bread.  I came across it last night.

Here it is.  Pokemon bread.  I didn't buy any, but I might go back tonight for it.  Just to say I've had it.  Plus I'll be able to tell the boys what they missed.

On to the main reason for the post, though.

This is Pino.  I didn't check for a country of origin, so for all I know it is imported.  It's little ice cream Rollos.

The little blue stick is a spear.  I'm not sure if I was supposed to chop the pieces up more or not.  I just stabbed each one and ate it.  The flavor is pretty standard chocolate covered vanilla ice cream.  It was nice enough that I'd be happy if it were offered as a snack choice.

Now we come to the scary snack.  I'm not sure who the guy on the package is, but he looks a little overwhelmed by the bite I presume he just took.  I also don't know what "gari gari" means.  It could be the flavor, although "blue" is a flavor in America so that could be wrong.  It says it's blue ice candy.

Yep.  It does what it says on the tin.  Blue ice candy.

This had a flavor that was almost blue raspberry, which is what I expected.  When I opened the package the smell was very strong.  This was much sweeter than anything else I've had here.  This thing is sweet by American standards.  What surprised me the most is how well it stayed on the stick, even after it was down to the last bits.  A popsicle in the States tends to fall off at some point.  Either it breaks along the stick or it melts enough to slide around.  This thing didn't really melt, and even though it had a texture like many small flakes of ice were pressed together, it didn't fall apart.  I don't know if that is standard or if I did something special with how I was eating.  This one I would eat, but I'd be less excited about it compared with Pino.  Maybe the other flavors are different.

Part of me felt bad about eating two desserts in one night.  Clearly not bad enough to stop myself.  I figured I'm 44 years old and I am living alone in an apartment in Japan.  If I want to eat two desserts every night for the rest of the time I'm here, that's what I'll do.  (I'm unlikely to do that, though.  It requires a lot more planning than I am willing to put into things.)