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Golden Mound

An Ode to Pineapple Tarts

By Michelle LiewPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
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Golden Mound
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Mooncakes always bring thoughts of the Mid-Autumn Festival. My grandmother isolated herself in the kitchen to bake them. With its rich, golden crust and grandma's tangy, heartfelt lotus paste filling, they were at the apex of everyone's snack mountain (and I do mean mountain).

I think we cherished this sweet delight because it tasted out of the universe and some, for one. For another, they were one of her baking passions, and it showed. It was a pity that it was a mere seasonal delight—Grandma only baked it when Mid-Autumn rolled around. 

We can still enjoy it, though, and these verses are in its honour. 

 

Golden

Mound

A fertile soil of crust

Lotus

Breaks down

Burst of sweetness

Tongue cries

Crust crackles

Sound music

To ears raring to hear

Explodes with

A scissors bite

Taste to behold

Tasteful delight. 

inspirational
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About the Creator

Michelle Liew

Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.

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