? "The first month is poor, but love glory." This is what my grandmother said when I was very young. As soon as the words were finished, the brother and sister walked into the field in front of the door with a small basket in their arms. ...
? Zhanjiang, at noon in the first month, seldom sees bright sunshine, but it is not cold. Under the unclear canopy, there are only short rice roots left in the endless rice fields, and those Oda wormwood grow next to the rice roots. They are too small, about 10 cm high, with thin and small stems, green and oval leaves, covered with fluff, and a bunch of small flowers at the top of each rhizome.
We're going to pick that little flower and take it home to make a Tian Ai for grandma. The happiest thing for girls is to pick flowers. Flowers that have been picked for a long time are not so fun without obvious gains. These flowers are not easy to pick. Grandma told me to pick only the top yellow flowers, not the stems and leaves. Some of them are still mixed in the rice straw, so we have to distinguish them carefully. Flowers that are too small will leak out of the hole in the basket, and careless children will not find them for a long time.
Back pain, flowers are just a little bit, just want to make trouble. Looking back, I saw the second child and several cousins looking for grasshoppers, so I helped them find grasshoppers with great interest. When everyone has chosen and wants to go home, mine is still a handful of people, and there are too many shady people to help me choose among too many cooks. It is enough to have a job without extension, and I secretly smiled, "Many hands make light work!"
When I took the flower home, my grandmother carefully washed it, put it in a big pot, lit firewood and cooked it. I did it again the next day and the third day. I can't remember how many times I have done it. When I was cooking Artemisia annua, my grandmother asked me to watch the fire in the stove, so I went to play. When I came back, I saw that the fire in the stove had already gone out. I'm afraid of being scolded. I quickly ignited myself, and the technology was not good. I picked up a matchstick in disgust and banged on the stove chamber. My mother saw it and scolded me severely: "Bear, when you grow up, unless you jump out of the farm door and don't have to make a fire to cook, no one will feel sorry for you if you starve to death ..."
? A few days later, grandma took the cooked Tian Ai to the rice mill, and it turned into continuous velvet. Mother has prepared peanuts or shredded coconut, sesame seeds, sugar, jackfruit leaves and other materials. Grandpa grinds the soaked glutinous rice into powder.
Make a warm charcoal fire in the kitchen at night, spread some dry firewood on the floor and put a big dustpan cover on the firewood. Grandpa poured glutinous rice flour into the dustpan cover, grandma put it in Tian Airong, and mom mixed Tian Airong and glutinous rice flour evenly, dug a nest in the middle of the flour, poured the cooked syrup in and rubbed it together. My second child and I pressed the dustpan cover hard.
When mom was tired, she changed to grandpa, and the powder slowly turned into a big ball. I suddenly poked a hole in the dough with my forefinger, and the adults only cared about the preparation process of the speech, so I made a fool of myself. The second and third children looked interesting and poked them. When they poked, dad standing by rolled his eyes and scolded them. They all reported my sister's bad head, my father scolded me and both of them snickered.
After a while, they ate the stuffing on the side, sesame coconut stuffing or peanut sesame stuffing. "Little greedy cat steals food!" I don't like sweets. I report every chance I get, and grandma pats their hands.
? After rubbing the powder skin, the family will sit around the dustpan cover and wrap it. Grandma, grandpa and my mother are all good hands. They first take a small piece of vermicelli, round it, flatten it, knead it along the edge, then add one or two spoonfuls of stuffing to wrap it, and then put it into a semi-circular mold to flatten it. Finally, they knocked it out, which was very beautiful. Red coals reflect everyone's face, and everyone's face is filled with unspeakable happiness.
Finally, we should wrap the hoe with jackfruit leaves. After that, we should wash our hands and keep warm. Grandpa can't rest yet. He is responsible for steaming all the Tian Ai. An hour or two later, the first pot of Tian Ai was baked. The crystal-clear dark green yellow gives off an attractive fragrance, and it is very chewy when you take a bite. The scent of Tian Ai invades the heart and spleen ... I don't like sweet, so I eat sweet yellow. Many times I bite off the skin around me and secretly throw away the stuffing in the middle.
? In fact, what I miss is not only the food hairpin, but also the happy scene of the treasure hairpin. Being Tian Ai is the happiest time of the year. In the old society, it was to commemorate the bumper harvest, but later it became a symbol of the Lantern Festival. It was the only time in my life that I participated in An Tian. When I was eight years old, my grandmother died, and my mother stopped being Tian Ai for us. When my grandfather was alive, he could also experience the happiness of his childhood by making rice cakes or fried dumplings during the New Year. Later, people could buy anything they wanted on holidays, so they stopped making any traditional snacks, perhaps because they were afraid of trouble or because they didn't inherit the skills of their predecessors. I don't know.
Now, if you want to eat authentic Tian Ai, go to a tea restaurant.
There is one kind of food that always brings back childhood memories and makes you feel full of happiness, and that is apples.
In today's materialistic society, although prices are high and money is hard to earn, whatever food you want can satisfy your appetite immediately.
I remember eating apples when I was a child. Several people in an apple family cut a few pieces, each with a small piece, which tasted sweet and delicious.
Sometimes my parents go to the market to buy some apples. First, they took out one, washed it and cut it into small pieces. Everyone in the family has a small piece and eats happily.
I feel that I didn't have snacks when I was a child, and I usually couldn't eat big fish and meat, but I didn't have such a greedy mouth now, and I was used to that lifestyle because of the poor tea.
Now that I have bought apples, I want to eat a few, but I can't find my previous feeling. My husband and I always talked about eating apples when we were young, and it was full of good memories.
Of course, there were not so many varieties of apples at that time and they were not so delicious now, but eating them in your mouth is delicious and happy.
So people should learn to be content. In the era of material scarcity, life now is like the life of an emperor. You can buy anything you want at once. As long as you have money, you can have it delivered to your door.
Nowadays, the quality of life is getting better and better. People pay more attention to the quality of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but they should be content and cherish the current happy life.
Yes, this kind of food is a special snack in our hometown. We call it "beef offal", which has nothing to do with cattle and is the favorite of Cenxi people aged 3 to 80.
In the streets and alleys of Cenxi, stalls of "beef offal" can be seen everywhere, and movable stalls used to use coal. A aluminum pot, or rather an aluminum basin, was placed on the coal stove. There are all kinds of vegetables on the shelf next to it, including bean sprouts, all kinds of green vegetables, and some white radishes, potatoes, pig lungs, oily tofu and ham sausage, pig blood, etc., all of which are the best.
In fact, there is a pot of water in the pot, and some even have no salt. Of course, some generous bosses will use soup to make the bottom of the pot. If you want to eat, the boss will help you cook the dishes in a bowl. Let's focus on it This special snack is the most delicious, unforgettable and drooling, which is the essence of this snack.
Chop chilies with red chilies, and add seasonings such as garlic foam, soy sauce, oil consumption, raw flour and vinegar. It has normal spicy and sour taste. Of course, these are only general information, and we don't know many details. And each boss's Chili tastes different, but they are basically the same.
Speaking of this delicious food, my mouth is really watering. This is the smell from snacks to big food when I was growing up. It's far from home now, so I can't eat it at any time if I want. I always eat when I go home, and I won't get tired of eating every day. When I picked up the crispy yuba skin and wrapped it in sour and spicy Chili sauce, I couldn't express my full happiness in words!
Yes, when I was young, my grandfather planted a lot of watermelons at home. Whenever the watermelon is ripe, my grandfather will set up a shack next to the watermelon field, a simple bed, a small square table and several wooden stools. I especially like the atmosphere at that time. On the moon, there is a silver light, and the moonlight in the watermelon field is hazy.
At this time, my brothers and sisters and I will sit around my grandfather, eating watermelon and listening to his stories. At that time, watermelon was sweet and red with black seeds. We also piled melon seeds and dried them before eating. Grandpa used to stroke his beard when he was tired of telling stories. We also leaned over his shoulder and touched the beard of the strong man. At this time, the sisters laughed loudly in the watermelon field.
Although childhood is simple, it is also fun.
That's right: it's sugar and oil! When I was a child, I heard my grandmother say that Hakka people called sugar, oil, fruit and swan eggs! This is written on the price tag of Luodai Ancient Town in Longquanyi District, Chengdu. It feels a little wonderful!
I remember when I was a child, my mother would fry sugar and oil every June and Spring Festival. The caramel-colored candied fruit of Huang Cancan is crisp and sweet on the outside and Q-shaped on the inside, which is quite delicious. I will never get tired of eating it. You can buy it at any time now, but it's not as delicious as your own baking powder, and you can't eat the taste of sugar, oil and fruit fried by your mother anymore.
Stir-fried meat with celery and shredded mustard with a bowl of rice. Whenever I eat such a meal, my memory instantly goes back to a small restaurant at the foot of Mount Tai decades ago.
At that time, I was in the fifth grade, and I had a summer homework, which was to write a composition entitled Sunrise. I remember getting up early for several days and climbing to the roof to watch the sunrise, all of which ended in failure. When I was depressed to have breakfast, my mother said that I heard that watching the sunrise on the top of Mount Tai was the best. Unexpectedly, my father immediately promised to take our sisters to climb Mount Tai and bring pancakes and pickles made by my mother. The three of us set off the next day, got on the train by car and arrived at the Red Gate at the foot of Mount Tai. It was night, and we climbed to the top of the mountain overnight.
The sunrise the next day was absolutely shocking. At first, there was thick fog everywhere. When the fog slowly subsided, a red sun jumped out of the mist, which is probably the most beautiful red sun I have ever seen in my life.
When we went down the mountain, the dry food had been eaten up. At that time, none of us wanted to buy food in the mountains. We were hungry and insisted on going down the hill. We smelled delicious saliva in the restaurant. Father ordered three bowls of rice and a plate of celery fried meat. It's so fragrant, I feel like I've never eaten celery so fragrant. Rice and vegetables were quickly eaten up, and there was not enough rice. Father added rice to both of us, and I asked for a bag of mustard tuber. When I grew up, I cooked celery and fried meat countless times, and I have never eaten that delicious food again.
That red sun, that sweet meal, and the love between father and daughter have all become unforgettable memories.
White rabbit toffee, wow, haha!
I can't remember how I got three fresh noodles for the first time when I was a child, but I still remember the joy. I didn't know how to eat with boiled water at that time. I ate it as soon as I opened the bag, a little at a time, and even the small bag was eaten as a snack.
Yes! When I was a child, my mother fried two eggs for my grandmother. I sat at the dining table and watched. When my mother took the fried eggs away, I baked eggshells on the fire and ate them with my little hands. It tastes great!
Then my dad drew lots for me to win leek buns! A few decades ago, a vendor selling steamed stuffed buns held a bamboo tube with some bamboo sticks in it. He shook it, and his father reached out and smoked it. Then he looked back at the point above. If he wins, he wins the steamed bread. My father smokes and I eat. At that time, there were a few small pieces of white meat in leek buns, which tasted particularly fragrant. I can still remember the taste of childhood. Now I always eat meat until it tastes tasteless. Maybe you can only eat some meat in the countryside all year round!
The rice is cooked in a large iron pot, and the bottom of the pot is a crust [shy]
My mother came to see me the other day and made some specially. I haven't been home for two years, and a bite is the lingering taste. I am happy and moved, and my tears are coming out!