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Moon cakes for a Singapore fling
I had the great honor and pleasure of hosting and entertaining an escort from Singapore this weekend. I thought that as she is a visitor to our country, I should do something to honor her presence and somehow came up with the idea of greeting her with a pair of mooncakes from a local Chinese bakery. The mooncake is the official food of the Moon Festival which was last October 3, so I'm a few weeks late, but better late than never. The festival is based on a legend of an archer named Yi who chases a gal up to the moon where they eventually become ying and yang. There's a lot more to it and it's pretty complicated stuff. The cake itself is about three inches square and maybe two inches tall, but is the richest and densest cake I've ever seen or eaten. One cake cold easily make a meal for four or appetizers for eight. Apparently they cram a dozen or more egg yolks into each cake to make it so dense. In any case, my guest was mightily touched by the sight of the cakes and we had some of the cakes this morning for breakfast. The rest will make me lunch for most of this week. She took one of the two I bought with her for the rest of her tour. Long live internationalism.
Ask and you shall receive Jack....
The Middle Eastern restaurant did, in fact, have belly dancing the night I was there and what a gorgeous site it was to behold. She was lithe and very pretty, dressed in veils and very seductive tights. Her movements were fluid and in perfect step to the lively Middle Eastern music that played. I think it was the finger cymbals sewn onto her outfit that did it for me. May a million belly dancers bloom.
I spent an evening with a hookah....
That is spelled correctly, by the way. I'm in Denver spending some time with Bev and she took me to a middle eastern restaurant. Next door was a hookah bar where smokers can indulge their taste for sweet tobaccos for a nominal fee using the elaborate bong like contraptions known as hookahs. The taste of the smoke is very sweet, and so mild that even I could puff with nary a cough. The most interesting part of the evening was the clientell. One group in particular of long haired arabic kids who liked to sing along to the Middle Eastern pop music. Only in America?
RIP Hyabby
I only just heard the news of one of our brothers-in-arms passing away, at his computer no less, just yesterday. I had much correspondence with Hyabby who was the very close boyfriend of Mikithemilf until her untimely demise just over a year ago. I only wish that I had made good on my promise to head down to NYC and visit with him in person. There's a lesson for me in that. For those wanting more details, there is a long thread on the TER NYC Board.
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