Sometimes, I love being a foreigner in Japan. These nice people, who did have a small ulterier motive for having me and my husband taste their warabimochi (wa water – ra raw – bi bee – mo moment – chi cheetah), also gave us several pieces each for free. Isaac and I both got one of each powder, and then a few more of whichever one we had made the best delicious face at while eating.
Warabimochi is not true mochi (pounded rice cakes) but a jelly type of sweet made from starch and toasted soybean flour, which is sweet.
And they were even nicer by letting me take their photo!