We live in a flat above our landlords, and we love them. They're Chinese, from Guangzhou originally, and refer to us as their Caucasian children. Our landlady, Melissa, is a great cook and often knocks on our back door to deliver a couple of ripe mangoes, or Asian pears, or piping hot fried rice, or turnip cakes. By the way, if you deliver a platter of turnip cakes to my door, you'll make a friend for life. Just saying.
Over the years, I've developed a weakness for Melissa's coconut and coffee tapioca cubes. During Chinese New Year, she delivered a platter of fa gao (Prosperity Cakes), perky little rice flour cupcakes that seem to explode up out of the pan. They're fluffy, light, and not too sweet.
Our latest edible gift from the Lees is zongzi, or sticky rice stuffed with lots of goodies, wrapped in a bamboo leaf and boiled. Melissa's were filled with Chinese sausage, peanuts, chestnuts, pork belly, salted egg yolk, and dried shrimp.