I remember growing up in GG, my cousin Truc and my aunt would bake banh trung thu. It would be the only time all year long that they would use their oven. They stopped this tradition when my cousins and I got older because everyone grew busy and resentful of each other. I guess in America, we're forced to lose certain cultural aspects of our customs. And that's perfectly okay. It wasn't especially festive either.
I spent my Trung Thu over a quick dinner with a friend, and some real gourmet shit afterwards. I called it a night early because I was out pretty late the previous night anyways. There was a lantern street in District 5, but I was too tired to even bother. But the emergence of the Kinh Do yellow and red stands trigger the beginning of the end of the year and the end of me. The lunar calendar is half over now. My remaining time here is pretty scarce.
As a disclaimer, recently on YouTube if you've noticed that I've been whoring my channel on other videos with terrible grammar, well then that's not me. I have someone working for me to spread the magic of SoJournaling Vietnam. I simply can't keep up with every aspect of it because I have day time commitments as well as night time commitments.