A Treasure Hunt

About a month ago, I found myself in a small, obscure independent book store in SF. If you don't already know, I am enamoured with stories I read as a kid. So suddenly images from this book about rice dumplings comes back to me, but I can't recollect any other information to identify it to the clerks. So I just did an online search...and drum roll please... it's called The Funny Little Woman. :P I think I'm a funny little woman too. Funny how I can put so much effort into treasure hunting, only to be less impressed with the treasure itself. Or maybe I'm just afraid to admit I'm getting attached and convincing myself otherwise helps me get through the night?

The Japanese rice dumpling-maker laughed, "tee-he-he-he."