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For those who are unacquainted, the moon pies in question are not the commercially produced baked snacks made from graham crackers and marshmallow ("scooter pies" when/where I was a kid) that are widely available in the US. No, these are a sort of traditional Chinese custard/baked cupcake/pastry thing, and they are (I'm told) very popular throughout China and SE Asian countries at various times of the year, and a traditional kids treat. I have had them before and they're OK, I guess, nothing that gets me too excited, but my wife apparently misses them. Whatever.
Anyway, when my wife said she had moon pies, the customs guy, who had been surprisingly light-hearted and jocular as we spread out and unwrapped all the crap from our multiple, giant suitcases, suddenly became Sergeant Joe Friday. The rhino horn powder and dehydrated shark fin soup base were OK, but moon pies? That's where he had to draw the line (note: as far as I know, we had no products made from rhino horn or shark fins - just kidding about that, but there was all sorts of bizarre items that looked plenty suspicious to me, and that's the sort of stuff I was imagining).
"The moon pies have to be confiscated....the rest of the stuff, you can pack up and take with you." He took the moon pies ("are you sure this is all of them?" he asked) and waved us through. Seriously? I couldn't believe it. I asked what he had against moon pies. "Eggs" he said, dryly. Eggs? "There are two kinds of moon pies," he explained, "some are made with eggs, some aren't. We can't tell them apart, so we take them all. Sorry."
Sheesh, I guess the guy was something of an expert - maybe he actually could identify all the substances my wife had squirreled away in all those ziplock bags. Assured we had no additional renegade eggs, we were shown the exit. We scooped up all our stuff, managed to close the giant suitcases, and headed out the doors.
So now we know - no moon pies. No eggs. Check.