this festival used to be akin to a teenage after-prom party for farmers — they would party like it's 1999 after working their buttocks off during the growing season and harvesting the last of your wares on the harvest moon.
now, it's about getting time off work and getting fat by eating mooncakes and pomelos.
pomelos don't have a particularly interesting flavour (read: borderline gross), but one should not pass up mooncake when they are in season. (tip: after the festival, they are discounted!)
so after my indian lunch, i went out bought a big one and a little one. then ate the little one like a chihuahua with a severe napoleon complex pounces on a ladybug. note that there's a huge difference between prepackaged ones (in the fancy tins and boxes) and ones made fresh at the bakery: price and flavour. forego the prepackaged ones when you can.
stuffed to the brim with lotus seed paste and often baked with whole salted duck egg yolks in the middle, mooncakes do not make good snacks:
- they are dense.
- they are sweet.
- they are meant for sharing and giving away.
(you have been warned).
[my lunch: top notch palak paneer, lamb curry, bhindi, and chicken mughlai from beau village]
p.s. if you haven't already, check out a food lover's journey instructions on making as many mooncakes as your gluttonous heart desires!