I used to dread dragonboat fest. Gweilos in all shirtless glory in the humid months of May/June, boat hopping carrying pints of beer ,drunken slur amidst the rhythmic beats of the dragon boat drums. In all honestly, we've convulated the story of a traditional holiday into Rugby 7s on water. Disastrous.
This year, I've decided to celebrate the Tuen Ng in a more respectable manner. A handsome spread of dimsum with a particular order of Guo Jing Zong. Those delightful bamboo leaved pyramids of glutinous rice and little meat bits, dipping knobs of it with soya sauce and white sugar. Now that's how you commemorate by eating these bits of triangles, meant to feed fish in the river to stop them from destroying the body of poor Qu Yuan, who plunged himself into the river out of despair of his conquered soil, Chu.