09-18-2024, 01:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-18-2024, 01:13 PM by Dr. Ivor Yeti.)
(09-18-2024, 11:53 AM)King Bob Wrote: Christina called me outside last night to see the moon, so there was a gathering.
It was cloudy, but you could see it pretty well. Like a Caspar David Friedrich painting
2 is a happenstance , *3* is a gathering.
(09-17-2024, 10:24 PM)Drunk Monk Wrote: It’s funny. I never cared for mooncakes until I worked at Tiger Claw. All the masters would come by and drop off top shelf mooncakes. Changed my world. There’s such a range now. We’d share them across the office (G2, Patrick, Kevin, Jason & me), have tastings. It was a lot of fun and we were all sugared up for a few weeks.
Now it’s a seasonal thing for me, but not something I grew up with. My dad would occasionally get them, along with a ton of odd Chinese snacks, really odd come to think of it, but not mooncakes that often.
I got Tara into them and get her a tin every year. She’s born a rabbit and the art boxes are all bunnies & moons. Stacy made me hunt down a box without preservatives. That was a quest. Tara just texted that they are good (and the box was cool - art deco rabbits around the moon in pastels.)
G2 texted me moon festival greetings this morning. She was boarding a plane bound for a cruise in thr Greece isles.
This year I got Taiwanese pineapple mooncakes. With preservatives. Comes with a cadmium warning.
*Pineapple* moon cakes, you say? That might change my mind on moon cakes.
The extra cadmium means I could store electricity. I see nothing but Win here.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.