Mid-autumn festival a.k.a Mooncake Festival: a popular harvest festival celebrated by Chinese and Vietnamese people, dating back over 3,000 years to moon worship in China’s Shang Dynasty. (Wikipedia, duh.)
The labour-intensity of mooncake-making has taken all the energy out of me. My 2 aunts and I must have made > 100 mooncakes today.
Mooncakes always bring back fond memories. Back in the day, my aunt used to sell mooncakes. I remember how the house would be transformed into a mooncake factory. Rows and rows of mooncakes were piled high on makeshift shelves. In the first few days of the mooncake making mayhem, the aroma would attract you. Soon, the attraction would turn into nostril-assault and finally, your sense of smell would be so over-stimulated that they no longer responded to anything mooncake-related. I can also remember the pain of accidentally driving staplers through my thumb while fastening plastic boxes due for delivery. Yeowch.
In case I’m making it sound like all work(/pain) and no play, I must set the record straight and tell you that the kids’ efforts were always rewarded with a generous meal after the festival. Having said that, the most tangible manifestation of the hard work was the new pieces of jewelery added to aunt’s collection annually. Yup, ‘nuff said.
I went for my last lab meeting today. Decided to bake a cheesecake as a “thank you” to the other students, technician and post-docs. Not bad for a first attempt. I liked the hazelnut & orange base. Would cut back on the butter next time though.