This post has been waiting a fwe days because sometimes I just can’t access WordPress. It makes me antsy.
students get snack time twice a day. Yesterday they had some sort of green fruit that smelled very citrusy. In class eight, one of my favorite classes, Cindy gave me one.
“What is it?”
“Orange. “
“Then why is it green?”
She consulted with Mandy in Chinese for a moment, then told me, “Chinese orange.”
It was super tasty. They made faces and told me it was “not sweet”. I taught them the word “sour”. I think it was sweet enough; it wasn’t bitter like most oranges, which I don’t like.
As I was leaving school on Tuesday, my class eight students surrounded me, yelling “Hallo teacher!!” They are by far my loudest class. Yuly turned around and stumbled her way through saying “Happy Mid-Autumn Festival”, which caused everyone to break out into laughter.
“Thank you! Happy Moon Festival to you. Will you eat mooncakes?”
“Yeeeessssss!!!!” they chorused.
“Are they good?”
“Noooooo!!”
That evening I went to Panyu to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival with Lindsey. As we must do on festival days, we had a big dinner: potatoes in vinegar, tofu in spicy sauce, green onion pancakes (with which I’m quickly becoming obsessed), and beer.
We walked around the fair area, where there were lots of vendors selling toys and food and tea. Anything neon, blinking, glowing, and noisy, or preferably all of those, were a big hit. Children walked around with paper lanterns with candles burning inside. China does a lot to mess with your ideas about safety standards. We also watched part of a dance show—some traditional dance, some Britney Spears.
Another traditional thing to do during Mid-Autumn Fest is answer riddles. There were areas set up with riddles hung on banners. Whoever yelled out the answer won a prize. You could also win prizes in the carnival area. The fullness of the moon should remind you of reuniting with the fullness of your family, so most things are very family/kid-oriented. We watched children win prizes by moving as many ping-pong balls as possible with a pair of chopsticks and playing Chinese piñata (hit a drum and a gong while blindfolded).
We ate our mooncakes in Lindsey’s apartment. Well, we only ate one. They are much too dense to eat very much. They were the Cantonese kind with preserved egg as a filling. Alas, the kind we had was more square than round like the moon, but we ate it anyway, The pastry shell is delicious, sweet and buttery. It’s incredibly dense and heavy. The filling is indescribable—like very smooth peanut butter, or Vaseline, in texture and appearance. It tastes vaguely sweet and nutty, maybe like almond. But the yolk in the middle is a bit salty, and definitely more egg-tasting. Lindsey says northern mooncakes are more likely to have meat fillings; ew. I would like to try the Taiwanese mooncakes, which apparently usually have fruit and cream inside. Lindsey tried Hong Kong mooncakes in her Chinese class. She said they were very good.
Here is Tai Shan, our baby panda, eating some of our mooncake.