So never one to be left out, I got Pocky today. I figure if I can't attend meets (due to being a 21 hour drive away), at least I can do as the cool people do.
So I opened my first foil pouch, enjoying the crinkling noise it makes, and I was met with a yummy chocolate smell. I pulled out my first Pocky and snapped off my first bite. I was in heaven. Now mind you, as all this bliss is taking place, I am in the van with my hubby (who is half Chinese and well versed in the ways of Pocky and had never taught me about it...but that is a rant for another day) and two boys.
My youngest, Gavin, age 5, loves everything chocolate and asks, "what are you eating?"
G: Pocky? Can I have one?
G: Mmmm...it's crunchy!
me: Yes it is.
G: I like Pocky! (read the "like" a pitch higher than the other words)
So, here we are with two new generations of Pocky addicts.