Mid-Autumn Festival

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival! Which I think is one of my favourite of the Chinese holidays, because it centers mainly around eating mooncake. There might be a few other things involved. There is possibly a rabbit in the moon or something but that sounds like crazy talk.

As part of our annual tradition, we made some dinky, DIY lanterns for our moon-gazing walk. Also part of the annual tradition: Jon grumbling about heaving the water jugs up the fire escape, after having had to pay for water in jugs, and the overwatered plants leaking out of their bottoms with this paid-for water. On theme, we raided the utensil drawer for chopsticks to dangle our lanterns from. I fried up some dumplings (pork and leek, frozen, from T&T), and Naomi made the very good point that I shouldn’t burn them because “DUMPLINGS are very important to CHINESE people and we are CHINESE.” It was close, but I did not burn the dumplings. What would I do without these brilliant babies of mine?

We gazed at the moon, apparently a super moon, which was big and fat and yellow and full of promise for the season ahead. We scampered and trudged around the neighbourhood like raccoons and swung our lanterns (“lanterns”) about like we were from the old country, bellies full of mooncake and dumplings, dreaming our big dreams.