I succumb into a reverie mood whenever the sky grows gloomy with rain or snow. My mind would revert back to distant childhood memories, trying to rekindle the happier moments. Sometimes it is an event, such as a make-believing play along with my favorite cousins (yes, we did play the favorite game back then), rushing home to catch a not-to-be-missed cartoon, and my childhood comfort food – egg tart, also known as dan tat, a kind of eggy, custard pastry tart commonly found in Hong Kong. It is an Asian twist to the Western pastries.
Before embarking on my vegan diet, my food pyramid included eggs, meats, and dairy. So after my Saturday afternoon schooling, my mom would treat my roving appetite with a hot-out-of-the-oven dan tat. Since mom and I had to rush home to prepare for dinner, I would savor this weekly special treat on the subway ride. Sitting closely to my mom, I dove my little hand into the paper bag to retrieve my end of the day reward. Out came a golden sun in the form of an edible shell. The pastry crust must be flaky and shattered at the first bite, the egg custard could not be over-sweetened or dried, and most definitely could not be cold in temperature. The dan tat is a three, at most four bite euphoria, but that was enough to sate my hunger, just to tie me over to mom’s home cooked dinner.
So this afternoon was another misty moment. I sauntered over to a popular Chinese bakery for their 2 for $1 deal (trust me, that is a steal nowadays). Now that I do not consume any animal products, these treats are solely for my mom. It is my turn to repay her.