Breakfasts

My father has moved well beyond the scrambled eggs and bacon of his first morning in Vietnam. Sometimes, he scares me. He'll eat exotic cold-cuts that I don't even want to stand next to.

I've become hooked on these little mung bean biscuits, a specialty of the town of Hoi An:

 They're sweet, the texture gritty, almost sandy, and inside there's something salty and faintly porky. Delicious.