The other morning I decided to have cereal for breakfast. Cereal is not a common breakfast item in Japan, so when I saw the bags of it in my local grocery store, I grabbed them. Oh, I’m exaggerating a little bit. If I go to the International Supermarket, which I do rarely, there is a small selection of cereals. There’s always rice crispies, frosted flakes, and granola. In the past year, Special K has been available. These boxes, however, run upwards of $5 for a box a quarter of the size of those available in the U.S. I try to stay out of the wildly overpriced International Supermarkets anyway, of which there are two.
So this particular morning, I opened the bag on the left in the picture above. I looked inside and a very particular smell came up at me. Chocolate. I had bought chocolate cereal. Me, in all of my attempts at healthy, Japanese-style eating, had bought chocolate cereal.
“Mom, Bailey said, taking the bag from me, “It says ‘choco’ right on there in Katakana.” Then I showed him the other bag of cereal. “Corn Flakes,” he assured me.
Hm. It might be time for Mom to learn to read.