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Pocky!

Maggie introduced me to this delicious Japanese treat last year on one of my trips to San Francisco, and when I got home I immediately went to the local Asian market to see if they sold it there, and what do you know. This particular variety is my favorite, it’s kind of like a crackle bar on a pretzel stick. The packaging is super sleek and compartmentalized, but the best part is that it’s just the right amount of sweet. I never get that OHMYGOD, I JUST ATE A WHOLE CANDY BAR feeling afterward.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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