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Mooncakes
In which I am not who I thought I was
Sometimes people leave stuff for free in our building. When I saw the beautiful red bag featuring big flowers and stylized bunnies on the floor of our lobby, that’s what I assumed this was. No sign indicating it was so, but no names or labels indicating who it belonged to either. I picked it up and stood there for a moment, bag in one hand and the just-emptied recycling bin in the other. It took just a moment to decide it should probably go back upstairs with me. I wish I’d deliberated a moment or two longer. Really give it a good thought-session. But I did not.
Instead, I came inside and presented it to my family like an ancestor from long ago presenting some particularly juicy berries or hard-to-find clutch of nuts to her loved ones. We immediately opened the bag and the box within it (and the box within that) to discover tiny little mooncakes. Yay! There was uncertainty in my wife’s eye, and a few “did you really find this downstairs?” but it didn’t stop us from digging in.
And they were… okay. Pretty good. I was more excited about all the packaging, to be honest. But still, free food is good food and interesting food is always fun and this ticked both boxes. (And the free boxes ticked a third). And it was a highlight of the evening.
