The Moon Cake Disposal Dilemma

 

Note:  My below essay appeared in last year’s Christian Science Monitor’s Home Forum for Mid-Autumn Festival.  I share it with you today with tales and photos tomorrow of how I personally have been celebrating this upcoming special day, falling on Sept. 14 (Sunday).

 

It’s a fight to get through the lower levels of the Mouer Department Store.  The entire population of our Yangtze river town seems to be here. I press in close and peer over the customers, sampling and discussing some item of great importance.

 What’s the big draw?  China’s Mid-Autumn Festival is nearly upon us, and with it comes the yue bing, or moon cake.   

Mid-Autumn Festival is a night of reunion for the Chinese.  Friends and relatives gather outside under the full moon to enjoy each other’s company and share the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival dessert, the moon cake. 

Much like our Christmas fruitcake, the moon cake is not really a cake at all.  It’s a heavy mass of pasty substance, the size of your palm, encased in either a soft dough or flaky crust.   Fillings abound, such as hard-boiled egg yokes, shaved dried beef, sweet red bean paste, coconut, minced walnuts, sesame seeds and pine nuts.  

Each year, thousands of yue bing make their way into every shop, grocery, market and department store across the country.   And each year I’m in China, it seems thousands find their way into my home.

I have been teaching English in China for nine years and never have I been able to escape the bombardment of yue bing.  In China, moon cakes descend upon the foreign teacher with a vengeance.  In my small apartment on the campus of Luzhou Vocational and Technical College, the moon cake pile is rapidly growing, much like a persistent fungus.   

             “We want to share our culture with you!” my students and colleagues call out as they thrust into my hands boxes and bags of this festival snack food.  Even the school administration officials get in on the act.  A formal visit to my home brings them laden with regional moon cake specialties presented in ostentatiously decorated boxes. 

            I appreciate their kindness but at the same time, I am at a loss what to do with my nightmarish hoard.

            Strangely enough, like the Christmas fruitcake, moon cakes are somewhat of a joke.  My beaming well-wishers proclaim them “delicious,” but when the Chinese are questioned, their responses are not so complimentary.

            “Too sweet,” my students frown.

            “Too fattening,” my colleagues declare.

            “Too many!” my friends groan.

            So while it seems everyone gives these things away, no one really likes to eat them.

            I have found this especially true on the campus of our college.  Many of the students are from poor farming families.  Due to money constraints and their distant countryside residences, they can only return home at the end of the semester.  Their Mid-Autumn Festival night is spent with their classmates.  Everyone camps out on the school’s sports field to watch the moon roll slowly across the starry sky. 

            Two years ago, I joined them in hopes of getting rid of my moon cake stash with a give-away.  Little Flower, my Chihuahua-mixed pooch, accompanied me on the distribution rounds. 

            Each cluster of students we approached broke into applause. 

            “Welcome!  Welcome!” they shouted, making room for us to sit in their circle. 

            By midnight, all the students had been visited and all the moon cakes were gone.  I would have considered the evening a success except for one small matter.  While the students had gleefully snatched up the goodies I brought, after one or two small bites, they tossed the remaining yue bing on the ground.  The next morning, when the dog and I went for our campus walk, I surveyed in horror the neat and tidy field now littered with “my” moon cakes and all the individual wrappers they had come in. 

            Little Flower benefited the most from my magnanimous spirit.  Her belly grew twice its normal size due to her gorging on what the students had discarded.

            Now I am once again confronted with the moon cake disposal dilemma.  The prankster in me is being pulled toward the ancient Buddhist temple, located across from our school and overlooking the Yangtze River.  I imagine myself standing on the temple’s outer walls, raining moon cakes down on passing barges and fishing sampans as they slowly cruise by on festival night. 

            “Mid-autumn treats from Buddha descend on worthy river vessels,” media headlines read.

            Of course, that’s just a foreign teacher’s humor.  But if reports do surface of a mysterious moon cake shower across the Yangtze, you’ll know who’s responsible.

 

           From Luzhou, Ping An (peace) until tomorrow!

About connieinchina

I have been in the Asia region for 18 years as an English language teacher. 13 of those have been spent with the Amity Foundation, a Chinese NGO that works in all areas of development for the Chinese people. Amity teachers are placed at small colleges throughout China as instructors of English language majors in the education field. In other words, my students will one day be English teachers themselves in their small villages or towns once they graduate. Currently, this is my second year in Guangxi Province at the 3-year college, Guangxi Normal University for Nationalities. The college is located in smalltown longzhou, 1 hour from the Vietnam border.
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