It's gotten to where I get physically ill hearing the sounds of crinkling plastic bags and alien powders being mixed in flimsy plastic tubs in these videos. This is only the third one I've seen.
I dated two Japanese women when I was in college, and neither of them could make a rice-ball worth a damn.
Every time they'd try and make a cake for dessert (which they make A LOT apparently), it'd end up looking like a pale twinkie filled with friggin bean paste.
I hate bean paste.
Anyhoo, the last one I dated lived in Shiga Prefecture, and I went over there for two weeks to meet their folks. Always keep in mind that the Japanese covet their personal space. And when meeting your girlfriend's parents keep a respectful distance AND DO NOT PUT YOUR ARM AROUND HER SURLY OLD FATHER AND BLOW SOFTLY IN HIS EAR!! I can't stress that enough.