Getting fat on mooncakes!

Sunday just gone was the mid autumn festival.  Based on the lunar calendar, something to do with the moon being extremely big I think.  We had a good peek at the moon from the balcony, and then tucked into mooncakes.

 

What with the housewarming party we had on Saturday, we had a few boxes given to us.  Being tourists of course, why not open them all up and give them each a try eh?  As if that wasn’t bad enough, we still have loads left over, and I’m a sucker for the traditional kind (lotus paste).  (the kind you tend to find in Hong Kong, whereas here I’m told by young friends that there is no ‘traditional’ kind – they have a variety of ingredients for theirs here – red bean paste, peanut, sesame, …)

 

So at work each day this week I’ve been bringing a mooncake in to snack at.  Delicious.  I’m going to a ball this Saturday – the BritCham annual summer ball.  I daresay come Saturday my teeth will have rotted and my waist expanded by a few inches!

 

I wonder what salesmen, or business leaders do, when each of their customers gives them a box, assuming they receive more than they hand out.  Food culture often dictates that it’s bad to let food go to waste – does that mean that the nation just puts on the pounds in this month?

 

I’m quite enjoying the festival nature here – these mini traditions / celebrations make life much more interesting.