Nostalgic Prose: An Unforgettable and Delicious Hometown

The black land in my hometown is thick and vast, the rivers in my hometown are rich in fish and shrimp, the well water in my hometown is sweet and refreshing, the fruits and vegetables in my hometown are fragrant, and the humble meals have raised me.

When I was a child, I ate countless times small rice mixed with potato sauce and onion dipping in sauce, corn porridge, pickles, corn cakes, boiled radish soup dipped in sugar water, bean bags, sauerkraut, Huimian Noodles onions and fried potatoes ... Only during the Chinese New Year can I see meat and eat rice. The food that was difficult to swallow countless times when I was a child is now unforgettable.

I remember one night, my mother shoveled the ground but didn't come back. I sat on the hilltop watching the fiery sunset, like a red yolk, anxiously waiting for my mother to come back, and a little bone fell apart with hunger. Finally, my mother came back. Grandma Bi, a neighbor of the West Courtyard, shouted her mother's nickname on the wall and handed me a plate of steamed bread. Grandma Bi said, "My eldest son brought this steamed bread back from my liberated eldest daughter's house. I just warmed it up. Eat while it's hot. "

This is a steamed stuffed bun in the distance. Her daughter lives in a neighboring town, so it's at least 20 miles away and it takes two hours to walk. That night, in the afterglow of the sunset, I ate the most fragrant steamed stuffed bun in the world for the first time. And grandma Bi's call often rings outside the earth wall. I have tasted the delicious food brought by her daughter countless times. In return, I have sent delicious food to Grandma Bi's house under the assignment of my mother countless times.

Another unforgettable food appeared in Dongtou's maiden. I heard that the eldest brother who was a soldier went home to visit relatives. I stayed at my parents' home when I was six or seven years old. Eldest brother, dressed in a green military uniform, sat on the kang and talked about the army. Relatives and villagers came to visit him, and the house was full of glory. When eating, leave me for dinner and arrange for me to sit at the same table with my eldest brother, younger brother and several sisters. This is a sumptuous meal. I ate the mutton from my mother's house, held the vermicelli skillfully with chopsticks, pulled the small rice and stuck it on the vermicelli. I had the most delicious meal. After dinner, I took a red five-pointed star from my eldest brother and put it on my hat. Don't mention how beautiful it is.

Another memory of eating when I was six or seven years old was in Xigouzi. My little man went to Xigouzi that year. Mom said, go to your grandpa's with your father and see your grandpa. Maybe you can drink soybean milk or tofu brain and put some Chili sauce. It will taste good. Grandpa is making tofu in Xigouzi's brick factory. I walked from home to Xigouzi with my yearning for snow-white bean curd. The distance from my home to Xigouzi is infinitely long. I need to cross the western end of the village, avoid some blocked dogs, and then cross the lonely ridge road. The fields were covered with snow, and the rabbit's footprints passed through several forests. Yang Shulin, Elm Forest and Poplar Tree are all uncut, and the whole body is covered with uneven tumors. After going downhill for a while, I went uphill again. On a flat land near the ravine, there is a row of houses, and the next big kiln is a brick factory.

My father sent me to grandpa's room and left. But grandpa didn't make tofu that day. Grandpa said I'd wrap frozen tofu for you, jiaozi. It is strange that frozen tofu can also wrap jiaozi. At noon that day, I ate jiaozi, a mouthful of frozen tofu. No soy sauce. Grandpa said you should dip in some big sauce. It tastes good. I ate a lot of jiaozi. Although there is no meat, it tastes good and my stomach is swollen.

When I was a child, I ate hundreds of meals and grew up. I didn't say where to eat, but who to visit. I feel sincere if someone invites me to dinner. Do you want to eat? Have some. I had dinner with my elder sister-in-law, saying that I was an elder sister-in-law, but I was not a relative. It's just that a sister-in-law has the same surname as me, so I recognized my family and became a relative. Glutinous rice porridge of the elder sister-in-law family is different from others. Other people's homes are thin, and the aunt's family is dry. A bowl can be served. I think it must be delicious to see his family sweating at every meal. The taste is really not much better.

After my uncle died, he often said that the children were fine and he could eat whatever he wanted, and he had never been to my house. I don't know if this is a true compliment or something. But anyway, I have eaten something from my sister's house. Cucumbers, melons and tomatoes in the garden ... I ate hard-skinned tomatoes for the first time at my sister's house. My sister said, this is called potato persimmon, no need to pinch the tip, no need to fork. She said this variety came from America.

There are so many things to eat at my aunt's house in the street. My aunt lived in the town, which was called the commune at that time. I can eat anything delicious. I am as familiar with menstruation's dish rack as I am with my own. My aunt is a person who pays attention to rules. Vegetables have a certain position where pickles are placed. Every time I enter the room, my aunt will say, "Shuang is here, and there is jiaozi in the bowl rack. Dip in some soy sauce. " . I like jiaozi wrapped by my aunt. It is full of meat and oil. When I bit it, it was oily. Especially jiaozi with beef stuffing is delicious. It's not bad to put some radish in it. My uncle was working in a grain depot, and eating and drinking were much better than ordinary families. You can often eat white rice at your aunt's house. At that time, you can pull two bowls of white rice without vegetables. I am a frequent visitor to menstruation's house, and I used to live in her house when I was at school. If my second brother and sister eat, I will eat. Every time I come back from menstruation's house, I sometimes go to Xidaokou. My aunt caught up with me and brought me something to eat, such as a jiaozi, a fruit and a handful of peanuts. My aunt said she would take them to her mother to taste.

It's a long way to aunt Geely's house, and it takes more than ten miles to cross Shuangxin Dagou and Geely Dagou. To tell the truth, her family life is relatively tight, and there are not many delicious foods, but everything Sanyi does is delicious. The fried cake is soft, the fried egg is soft, it tastes good, and the stewed beans are very good. Bacon on the pot, the pot is full of oil stars, bubbling, bacon oily bright red and transparent. At that time, there was no refrigerator in the countryside, so it was not easy to eat fresh pork. It's very good to put some bacon on the stewed beans. Third aunt is very thoughtful, and she can also squeeze oil, perilla oil and hemp seed oil. Everything tastes delicious, but people who eat too much of that sesame oil will feel sleepy, and then they will feel sleepy.

I went to Jiefang Er Yi's house less often, because it was too far away and it was another town. I like the dishes cooked by my second aunt very much. Second aunt's bacon is as good as third aunt's. My second aunt knows that I like mushrooms. Every time I go to her, she cooks fried meat with mushrooms. Mushrooms are picked by my second aunt, and she marinates one jar every year. Meat is stupid pork raised by my second aunt. Cold tofu skin, I have never eaten such delicious tofu skin. The skin is thin, as thin as paper, as thin as cicada wings, and has a mellow oily fragrance. Tofu skin is a good dish that my uncle picked out from a pot of soybean milk to dry and drink when making tofu. My uncle gave me beer and he drank white wine. This was after I came of age.

There are countless delicious foods in my hometown, such as baked potatoes in the stove pit, baked potatoes in the stove, baked soybeans in the wild, baked corn, baked toads, sand fruits stolen in the small garden, and cantaloupe watermelons stolen in the melon garden. Whoever marries a daughter-in-law will kill the pig and eat a big meal.

I miss the food in my hometown, the local customs and customs in my hometown, the homesickness full of affection and simplicity, and the taste of my hometown is full of love.