We also picked up a moon cake, which we had learnt some about since our last visit.
This particular moon cake is made with sweet yam paste (although last night during initial consumption attempts we were under the mistaken impression -- thanks to previous internet research -- that it was sweet bean paste [as Aaron likes to point out, the internet isn't always reliable]) and salted egg yolk.
(Church folk feel free to ask Nate what he thought of the egg yolk.)
No. 6 woke up this morning and found the strange object on the dining room table.
(about this one she says, "I was being Plastic Man"; not sure where that came from; maybe she knows somehow that moon cake is Plastic Man's kryptonite; she's kinda smart that way)
Coming soon: thoughts on the Bradley Terminal at LAX (for now, though, it might be a good idea to study . . .)