You know, the stand upon stand and kiosk upon kiosk of 'Local Specialty! Nagano/ Tokyo/ Kobe/ Timbuktoo Only!!' cakes and cookies and crackers and little baked and fried sweet nothings supposedly unique to that area but really popping up all over the place in a different box. Matsumoto Station is all about wasabi, apples, soba and grapes. Wasabi pickles, wasabi flavoured mayonnaise, wasabi crackers, even wasabi ice-cream! Apples and grapes are in the usual suspects- jam, juice, wine, cakes, cookies and dried. You'd think soba would be pretty straightforward right? I mean buckwheat noodles are buckwheat noodles, yeah? Wroonnnnng. How about soba chiffon cake? Soba fettuccine? Soba cookies? Don't like eating soba? How about some roasted soba tea so you can drink it?
Unfortunately I'm not really a fan of any of Matsumoto's local specialities. Or those of most places, actually. There's only so much you can do with red bean paste and unrisen dough. No matter how pretty it looks a manju dumpling is a manju dumpling!
But give me some of Kyoto's nama yatsuhashi (only the original cinnamon flavour, please!) or anything with that custard they call cream and I'm yours!
So today I was cleaning the kitchen (again, remember- most consistent!) and I knocked something down the back of the microwave. How? Well DH is convinced that the reason we don't have cockroaches is nothing to do with the cold or anything like that but solely thanks to his indepth cockroach habitat research resulting in all furniture in our house being separated 10cm from the walls. Lucky the rooms are big or it would be pretty cramped in here, huh?
So, I'm on my knees fishing behind the microwave cabinet and I found a box of souvenir cakes. Well a box with two souvenir cakes left in it, anyway. Now a sane, hygienic, health-valuing person would have gone ooohh gross and turfed them but... they were steamed cakes.... with custard filling... and I calculated it's only been a week since one of DHs rare train journeys... and they were still sealed... and did I mention the custard had vanilla bean in it?
So what did I do?
I thought. And I ate them both without saying anything.
I mean, I wouldn't want anyone getting sick now, would I?