Why? Because that's been my elderly father's gift to me every time I'm at his house lately. I don't know whether he forgets he gave me one before (I really don't think that's the case, because he's a pretty sharp fellow) or he thinks I'm going through them at the rate of one bag every few days (that's possible) or he just thinks they are the greatest thing since sliced bread (yes, that's it - because they ARE his replacement for sliced bread). It's particularly odd when he asks me over for dinner and offers me a caramel rice cake with my chicken and salad. Not a good taste sensation. But you do a lot of things when you don't want to hurt someone's feelings.
I finally decided that these increasingly frequent bags of rice cakes are like party favors. It's my dear old dad saying, "Thank you for coming, and here's a little treat to take home with you. Please come again." There you have it: rice cakes equal love. Come to think of it, there's still plenty of space left on top of my refrigerator.
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