Sep 20, 2010 11:56
...and I'm surrounded by mooncakes.
I used to like mooncakes, really I did. They're fun to try with all the different fillings.
However, last week, I was given a sack of ten mooncakes. They were big. They were heavy. There were ten. I ate one and felt ok...and then I tried to walk. For anyone unfamiliar with mooncake, they have a tendency to hit your stomach like a lead weight of delicious caloric explosion. For this reason, they often make tiny mooncakes, about the size of 50 grams. The ones given me were at least twice that size.
I dragged the bag to class and started to teach...only to be interrupted by the administrator. "So sorry! We forgot to give you the rest of the mooncakes!"
"The rest of them?"
"Yes! You only got half of them! You counted them, yes? There were only ten?"
"Uh huh..."
"You were supposed to get twenty! Here is the other half..."
"O.O Good...God...What the hell?"
*drags mooncakes back to podium*
I had already bought ten mooncakes the day before, thinking that over the course of one week, my roommate and I would easily be able to work on ten mooncakes. Now I have thirty. Of which, I can only eat a half at a time.
...anyone want mooncake?
P.S. Sorry I dropped off the face of the earth. Summer was busy.