For quite a while now, people have relied upon me to keep them up to date with the latest on mochi via my mochi blog, and once again I’ve let them down. I haven’t posted a decent mochi review in longer than I can remember. And I’ve heard your pleas and have witnessed your disgruntlement. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to defend myself.
Look, reviewing mochi might seem a dream job to you, but to me the day-in, day-out grind of it is wearying.
You scoff, but you’ve never had the pressure of finding nuances in mochi and writing about them, and I have. Excuse me while I get I tissue.
Sob, snort, hack, blow loudly.
Do you realize the kind of pressure I’m under, reviewing mochis for all my readers across the world? If it was something inconsequential, like chicken fingers, or chicken toes, no problem, but this is mochi, an American treasure.
Speaking of which, have you seen the mochi room at the Smithsonian? Hilarious!
Next week: why Costco Mochi kicks the ass of Super 88 mochi by miles!