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Sep. 3rd, 2008 06:56 pmI did my food shopping for the week on the way home after teaching today (then I slept because it was all too exhausting, but that's not really relevant). Five bunches of coriander (for lemon coriander rice, of course), milk, some high protein snack stuff (I am determined to get the protein deficit beat) and a box of moon cakes.
The lady at the checkout and the lady behind me in the queue and I joked about it. What we worked out was that first I eat the moon cakes, then I have honey cake (Rosh Hashanah is nigh!!) then I go on diet. We also decided that the mere existence of this sequence is a good reason for being Australian. Then, of course, I came home and realised that my Moslem friends will have to eat their moon cake and honey cake after dusk, because it's Ramadan and that I had better put off that theoretical diet, because the sequence needs to have the end of Ramadan added to it (more special foods) then Loi Krathong and Diwali.
Right now, though, it's all about moon cakes. If I were rich, I would buy a box of every variety I could eat and work through them slowly (a quarter of a mooncake is the perfect amount with a cup of tea). Maybe not quite every box. The taro ones have less interest for me than winter melon or red bean paste. My favourite, though, is lotus with one egg yolk.
The other big thing of note that happened today was that I finally sorted out the Conflux cocktails. They've gone to Karen who will sort them out with the hotel. They look so, so tempting, even on paper. I wish I was a better hand with names and taste descriptions, but even my trusty helpers had trouble on this front.
The lady at the checkout and the lady behind me in the queue and I joked about it. What we worked out was that first I eat the moon cakes, then I have honey cake (Rosh Hashanah is nigh!!) then I go on diet. We also decided that the mere existence of this sequence is a good reason for being Australian. Then, of course, I came home and realised that my Moslem friends will have to eat their moon cake and honey cake after dusk, because it's Ramadan and that I had better put off that theoretical diet, because the sequence needs to have the end of Ramadan added to it (more special foods) then Loi Krathong and Diwali.
Right now, though, it's all about moon cakes. If I were rich, I would buy a box of every variety I could eat and work through them slowly (a quarter of a mooncake is the perfect amount with a cup of tea). Maybe not quite every box. The taro ones have less interest for me than winter melon or red bean paste. My favourite, though, is lotus with one egg yolk.
The other big thing of note that happened today was that I finally sorted out the Conflux cocktails. They've gone to Karen who will sort them out with the hotel. They look so, so tempting, even on paper. I wish I was a better hand with names and taste descriptions, but even my trusty helpers had trouble on this front.