Hiro's birthday and a regrettable lack of imagination gave a perfect excuse to venture yet again to the back strees of Ueno-Hirokoji to Kagetsu, one of my two favourite (to date) karintou shops in Tokyo. Karinto is like a kind of rice cracker I guess, usually sweet. It's a fail proof gift for Hiro - his favourite, sazare - a word which always reminds me of arare (dry sleet) and mizore (dry sleet) .(Before coming to Japan it had never occured to me that there would be a need to distinguish between the two.) I am not actually sure what sazare means though. The sazare (picture from their home page) is wrapped in yellow washi. The packaging alone makes me want to buy it.