The scenery outside the window changes instantly: the bird's nest hanging high in the trees in the distance, the river hanging low in the earth, the undulating and slightly mediocre mountains, and the formatted city. ...
The window is full of meaning. It leaves you a space where you can see everything, and it also makes you unconsciously open your inner past. As a result, the plowshares of the years once again opened the sleeping memory soil. I always feel that there is a person under every window, and everyone who thinks by the window may become three people, facing the past, present and future respectively.
How many years ago, in a barren village, the condition of a family could be measured in this way-how many pickled new year's goods there were. When the twelfth lunar month comes, the villagers will spend all they have, hang some pickled products such as chicken, duck, goose, fish, pig, cattle and sheep, and some will nail nails or stakes on the sunny wall. The owner will move a chair to sit next to it and bask in the sun, or come out regularly to have a look. The flavor of the year, with the aperture, diffuses.
This is a concentrated display of a bumper harvest. And people's memories of home are often memories of those delicious foods, which bloom on the tip of the tongue and then precipitate into books that can be preserved for life. In other words, the road to hometown is developed from various cuisines of the four seasons and has a unique code. Hometown, in every stranger's body, is engraved with unique flavor patterns, and most of the flavor patterns are collected and hidden. Its display needs an element, that is, hometown, and what can represent hometown is undoubtedly the food with its genes.
Like rolling intestines. I haven't seen it anywhere else, but my hometown Lu 'an is almost a must for every family. With the progress of the times, people pay more and more attention to efficiency, and this way of making food by hand is gradually abandoned by people. Because my brother and sister like sausages, my mother insists on making them every year. The process of making sausage rolls is actually not complicated. Sausages need chicken intestines or duck intestines, and the intestines of a chicken or a duck are only enough to wrap two rolled sausages. Therefore, every time I kill chickens and ducks, my mother will wash the intestines of chickens and ducks and store them in the refrigerator. There are thousands of kinds of beans in sausages, among which there are chopped peppers and Jiang Mo. Pepper should be spicy!
Sausages are usually rolled on a reed pole as long as a chopstick, and then hung by a rope to expose to the sun. When you eat it, you only need to cook it in a pot or steam it with rice. Take it out after cooking or steaming, take out the straw and cut it into thin slices.
The test has also begun. Spicy, but different from hot pot and so on. This spicy taste is to activate the taste buds, not to challenge, but to spur, not to defeat. With my ability, half a bowl of rice, a short scroll, several scrolls, and a slight sweat on my forehead, it seems that all the meridians in my body have been opened.
In this way, the road to return home has also been opened.
Another example is mutton. Most of the mutton in my hometown is bought and hung to dry. In the exchange of breeze, time seems to be some kind of seasoning, and it also refuses too much water and makes mutton. I'm not used to eating fresh mutton, which is not essentially different from pork and beef. Mutton, because in the wind, let me smell it.
In this way, the cultivation of taste habits is innate.
Boil the air-dried mutton in water. After cooking, cut into thin strips. You need to prepare some spices before you put the cut mutton into the pot. Ginger, dried peppers, onions and garlic are all essential. First put oil in the pot, then add ginger and red pepper, and then put sheep meat in it. They are eager to have each other, just like lovers reunited after a long separation. Then, add water and let them fully blend in boiling water. When the water is almost dry, add onion and garlic. In this way, the smell of mutton will spread throughout your mind. However, in your mind, there is only mutton.
Mutton hotpot is also very good. Still the previous process. As long as you add more water to the hot pot, you can put vegetables and vermicelli ... The lamb in love is in a good mood, tolerant and infected with everything.
If you ask me what is the best with salted fish, I will tell you without hesitation: purslane. Salted fish tastes good like that, so does purslane. 1+ 1 & gt； 2, perfect match. Because I know it's delicious. I don't like eating and frying Portulaca oleracea alone. I think it humiliated the vegetable family and put it with pork. I feel that I got on the wrong sedan chair and married the wrong lang.
They can be seen everywhere in my hometown's vegetable garden, on the ridges and in the wasteland. Pull it out by hand or shovel it out with a small shovel, and soon there will be a basket. Go back and iron it with boiling water, and dry it after ironing.
Portulaca oleracea can only be fished in one basket if it is not dried. However, as long as you are patient, Portulaca oleracea will accompany you to the end. In this sick era, purslane is very popular, mainly because of its medicinal value. It can reduce the concentration of blood cholesterol and increase the elasticity of blood vessel wall, which is very effective in preventing and treating cardiovascular diseases.
The sun at 8 o'clock in the morning can't cover the whole street. /kloc-before 0/0, this street also has a name-vegetable market. I like to watch the vegetable market while brushing my teeth. People come and go and the world is beautiful. Fuyang Lao mian da mo sells very well. The old man who sells pickles and pickles never seems to be out of stock all year round ... He doesn't usually buy vegetables, but he thinks it's interesting to buy vegetables. You can walk in the vegetable market in an aesthetic way. Compared with men who refuse to buy food, men who like to buy food feel gentler, more caring, more sensitive to life, more compassionate and more poetic, and will not be too extreme when encountering things. The vegetable market has given me a lot of inspiration, endless. They concentrated on telling me a truth: life begins with roots. Unrealistic clouds are the beginning of self-worry and destruction.
This season, many people feel that it is snowing at dusk outside in Bai Letian. How about a glass of wine inside? ? "Give birth to infinite regret. I like it better: there is a hint of red in the quiet stove, so you can cook. This last sentence, of course, is what I said smoothly, and it is not to say that Lotte. A friend who forgot to make friends with me once asked me a little puzzled, "Do you often recall at your age?" I didn't know how to answer at that time. Now that I think about it, everyone is not in my memory. There are warm eyes in my memory, lingering fetters, and moments of homesickness when I look at things.
One sunny afternoon, my mother brought back the quilt basking in the sun and spread it on the bed. It was that quilt that brought me back 1998.
The memory of Shouzhou Ancient City 1998 is a once-in-a-century flood. For me, it is a brand-new high school era. I miss eating half a watermelon in a rented house, eating braised pork from 2 yuan in Liu Zhu Hotel and strolling on the East Gate wall again and again in midsummer. There are you, me and him in the middle. The footsteps of youth have never stopped, and now they are gone. When the tide comes in, 1998' s quilt becomes a beach and a shell on the beach, which has a brand-new distant beauty. Just like Nabokov's "Say, Memory", I always think that people who have lost their memories are poor. They seem brave, but in fact they have nothing. Their journey home is doomed to be in vain.
For me, taste focuses on a journey from Lishui to Lu 'an, which is related to freedom, fetters, sleeping and awakening. Between leaving and returning, there is sunshine, rain and dew, autumn leaves and winter snow. In this way, the hometown where the taste arrives is also the hometown of the soul.