This week, I became a Christmas cake.
Well, really I became a "churisumasu keiki". Was I transformed by an angry Japanese spirit? Obihiro ghosts? No -- I had a birthday. This past Sunday, I passed my Japanese "sell-by" date.
Let me explain. Around Christmas-time, all of the stores have ads for "traditional" Christmas cakes. These are rich, beautifully decorated cakes intended to celebrate the holiday season. Which is really a couples holiday here, butI digress. After the 25th though, nobody wants a stale old cake. Hence the term "Christmas Cake" to denote a woman who is "past her prime" and no longer pichipichi.
A ridiculous thought at my age!
So, happy birthday to me. Stale icing and all.