The Asian community celebrates the Moon Festival each fall, right at the time where there happens to be--you guessed it--a full moon.
And since our family is one-fifth Asian, and the festival involves cake, and the boys have recently learned what "mooning someone" involves, we decided to take part.
And since our family is one-fifth Asian, and the festival involves cake, and the boys have recently learned what "mooning someone" involves, we decided to take part.
Sugar has a way of making any event brighter.
Oh? And by the way? People totally give Pa the Dork Face when he takes those close-up shots. I can almost hear them seething, "Ummmm, excuse me, sir?!?!?!? Will you stop breathing on the refreshments and take that lens and shove it?"
It's a cross I have to bear.
Just know that expert photography comes at a price.
Humiliation.
Mine.
Back to the sugar.
Suz heartily approves:
Mooncakes, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. Chubby cheeks, num, num, num, num, num.
Coconut filled and sure as shootin' gar-un-teed to get the blood sugar reeling.
Speaking of kids with a buzz, our local library was crammed filled with them. We were trying to listen to some Asian-style music, but mostly we heard murmur murmur murmur.
Speaking of kids with a buzz, our local library was crammed filled with them. We were trying to listen to some Asian-style music, but mostly we heard murmur murmur murmur.
And since that Moon Festival celebration was so fun, we decided to do another one that same week. (More on that later.)
Kultured... yep, that's what we are.
Oh, and desperate to get out of the house.
For free food.
Kultured... yep, that's what we are.
Oh, and desperate to get out of the house.
For free food.
