The future King of Bean Paste Cakes has informed my ignorant self that the correct name for the cakes is Momiji Manju; and that if there ever was a contest to prove who indeed is the real Momiji Manju King, he would take out his opponent Nancy Kerrigan style and win by default.
He also reminded me of his status as a musician and therefore doesn't have to know how to dance, people dance for him. Obviously, he is unaware of what a triple threat he would be if he was a musician, a dancer, and a momiji maker. Now that's a man who never goes to bed alone.
Please pardon me, your Royal Momiji Manju Highness. You reign supreme over little known Japanese foodstuffs.