Dumpling Sister's Thoughts on Life
10.10.2006 Topic: Moon cake (Chinese Version)
Yesterday was Saturday night, and a lot of mid autumn related events took place. I was invited to one of them, thanks to my friend who remembered to invite me despite her busy schedule.
The place was at a restaurant, everybody was eating, drinking, laughing, with karaoke and moon cake in the mix. You see alot of people smiled and asked others, have you bought moon cake? have you eaten moon cake?
I thought of
what my friend told me, moon cake tastes best if it is
given, I think it is like Thanksgiving, one can enjoy the
turkey but the feel is just not the same as eating and
sharing around the table.
One after another, beautifully arranged Chinese dish were brought to the table.
For those who like to sing, they started requesting songs relating to the moon. So you would hear " moon representing my heart" yet "how often is clear moon"? These are all popular songs in the Chinese community.
As the night continued, people who worked at the restaurant started to request to take back the plates.
For those people who still did not want to leave, they continued singing. You would hear English songs from the 60's or 70's, or Chinese songs of the same time, such as "asking my hometown, have you been alright"?
I started to think, is it that the times of youth best reminded at a time like this, when the old songs were played?
I starred at a moon cake that had yet to be taken, then decided to take it. I wanted to share with my friend who offered me the five-seeds moon cake. I wanted my friend to know that the lotus paste moon cake tastes better than the seeds!
When I got home, I was still very careful with the moon cake, I was taking care of it just as if I would take care of a grandpa, but nonetheless, when I opened my car door, because I was also holding other things, the moon cake fell onto the ground. Out of instinct I hurried and picked up the pieces. I was pausing for a moment until I realized, I still had to get moving, I needed to go home. I couldn't just stay there. Yet I was realizing how vulnerable the moon cake was, so I started to feel heavy, with my foot steps heavy as well.
Yes, that was just a piece of moon cake, but in actuality, it was me who was vulnerable.