I already told you about the tiny cookies that I eat by the sleeve, but they are NOTHING, nothing, compared to a box of Pocky. I eat them a box at a time. The Pocky makers separate the Pockys into two portions inside the box, but who are they kidding?
Pocky is a favorite Japanese treat, a biscuit stick with a chocolate (or some other non-chocolate flavors that I didn’t bother sampling for obvious reasons) coating.
According to all wise and knowning Wikipedia, you can even buy these in the U.S. in Asian/international grocery stores!? What the what?! I’m going to have to get on that once I’m home.
And the name Pocky is apparently an onomatopoeia for the way it sounds when you bite it. I am literally married to an onomatopoeia so this is right up my alley.
The good news: Alley didn’t like Salty, Mint or Coconut. I didn’t like Panda. The other good news: She loved plain Chocolate and Panda and I loved everything else so all these boxes were emptied appropriately.