My brother has, for many years, been interested in all things Japanese. The culture, the language, everything about it fascinates him and I think he would like to live there, someday. We trade Japanese shows, anime, music, clothes etc back and forth with each other - his interest has rubbed off on me, somewhat (to a smaller extent; I’m one of those Jack-of-all-trades, master of none kind of people). Anyway, this Christmas, he’s living on his own in a little studio apartment in Fredericton, scraping by, trying to make a life of his own. He’s doing alright, but he doesn’t have a lot of extra cash, so he couldn’t get anyone much of anything. I told him all he had to be was happy and healthy, which he is, and that would be a great gift to me.
Knowing he’s living frugally, and he’s always been a bit of a minimalist, I wanted to get him something he could use that would fit in his wee studio apartment. I got him a rice cooker - a small, 3 cup one, handy enough for a young bachelor with little cooking skills and a love of rice. I decided to go a step further, and I got him some really nice chopsticks - with burnished silver ends and a little holder to keep them in. Then I got him some “heart-shape” molds (more triangle than hearts), some sheets of nori, and some umeboshi paste. I remembered that the most common rice we use in North America isn’t the same type that they use in Japan - to make onigiri, he’d need shorter, stickier rice. So I bought some suitable rice, wrapped it all up, and sent it out to him.
Also, I got him some small, sweet rice cakes (mochi) with the note “Happy New Year!” written on it.
He cried! My brother never cries! He called me up on Christmas morning to tell me he loved it; my mother told me he had told her it was one of the sweetest gifts he’d ever received.
Score!
My Dad also adored the fishtank I got him (a Baby BiOrb), but that was for his birthday, on the 18th. Still, he did a little dance, went out and got two goldfish (one black and one orange) and named them Max and Oscar, respectively.