Today I’m finally admitting the truth—I am officially addicted to Pockys. I have to thank (or murder) my host sister Ami for my daily habit. The whole thing began innocently enough.
“Hey Ami, what are those things in the red box I always see you eating. Can I try one?”
She clutched the box defensively. “What, these?”
I had to laugh when I read the name of the candy, Pocky. Janglish strikes again. Leave it to the Japanese to use English words in amusing ways. Of course what else would you call a stick shaped chocolate covered biscuit.
“Uh uh. They must be really good. I see you eating them all the time.”
Her face turned red. “Not all the time.”
I couldn’t believe she still hadn’t forked one over. “Right.” I moved next to her—my eyes locked on the box. I held my hand out. “Can I have one? You know how much I love anything chocolate.”
She nodded her head. Maybe that was the problem—she thought I was going to eat the whole box. “I promise, only one.”
Ami tilted back the lid and pulled out one of the candies holding it like a cigarette. I bit into the stick surprised at the crunch. The inside was like a pretzel. The chocolate and the pretzel mingled in my mouth sending me to Heaven. “Umm, these are really good.”
One Pocky would definitely not be enough. I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth making sure to catch all the chocolaty goodness and stared at the box in Amy’s hands.
She backed away from me once again clutching her box of Pockys. “Glad you enjoyed the candy.” She inched closer toward the stairs. “I have to go study now.”
Bolting up the stairs to her bedroom she slammed the door. At first I couldn’t understand her reaction but as the chocolate lingered in my mouth, I realized the Japanese had once again invented something that was habit forming. Anime, Karaoke, video games, and Hello Kitty were totally addictive. So why not add candy to the list? Pockys are the ultimate treat for the orally fixated person with a sweet tooth. Me.
I’d thrown my pen chewing over for Pockys in a hot minute. The next day I ran out and bought a ten pack. I couldn’t wait to try the other wonderful flavors, mint, dark chocolate, and coconut. Pockys soon became my constant companion. My friends at school took notice. Especially Michelle.
“I can’t believe you could get hooked on a chocolate covered stick. What are you up to? A box a day?”
I tossed the candy in my purse. “You make me sound like an addict.”
“Well, aren’t you?”
“Okay, so they’re a bit of a guilty pleasure.”
“You mean like sex?”
Leave it to a Catholic girl to come up with a line like that.
“They call Pockys a satisfying treat for a reason.”