In the morning 10 ml sweet and sour ampoule honey vinegar slipped into my gastrointestinal tract shallowly.
This sour and sweet taste, I had a real experience of neither long nor short twenty-five years ago. At that time, I was studying in Chengdu Health School and went back to school during the winter vacation. When there was only my roommate opposite my bed in the dormitory, this roommate quietly and mysteriously attached it to my ear and said, "In my hometown, I heard that vinegar soaked soybeans can lose weight." Then she dug out a bag of soybeans weighing a catty and a bag of golden beans from under the quilt. My roommate really gave me beans. I must have been a fat girl, otherwise my roommate would have to take a two-day and two-night train and send me a bag of beans to let me lose meat. I can't refuse my roommate's love. I solemnly accept that bag of hopeful diet beans. I want to lose weight.
I bought a bottle of vinegar at Shawan Farmers Market near my school. I soaked the golden beans and vinegar together and put them in a large enamel cup with a lid. It is rare to see enamel cups with lids now. At that time, these cups were very common daily utensils on the shelves of department stores or at home. My roommate also told me to put the beans soaked in vinegar in the closet and lock the cupboard door. Don't let others know that I am drinking vinegar and eating beans to lose weight. This kind of thing must be done in secret, otherwise it will lose face. I totally agree with my roommate's suggestion to hide the beans in the closet.
/kloc-after 0/5 days, I waited until the dormitory was empty or only my roommate who sent me beans. I opened the cupboard, took out beans soaked in vinegar, ate 10 and drank two spoonfuls of vinegar. Sour beans are soft, smell them, it doesn't matter. As long as I can lose weight, I don't care about crispy beans and sour vinegar.
Since then, my roommate and I have an unspeakable worry. As long as this roommate, my roommate Nunu, and I point to my wardrobe, I can immediately understand her meaning and direction. According to the principle of soaking beans in vinegar, you have to drink vinegar and eat beans in the morning to lose weight, but the morning time in the dormitory is generally limited and hasty. The whole dormitory is here, so it's hard for me to start. I can only watch it for one day. That month, in order to seize the opportunity to drink vinegar and eat beans, I seemed a little insane. In my spare time in the dormitory, I always pay attention to the movements of other roommates and look forward to their going out.
Under the strict supervision of my roommates and my determination to lose weight, I kept eating the secret recipe for losing weight for a whole month. My roommate and I finally concluded sadly: vinegar soaked beans have no obvious weight loss effect, and I am still the fat man.
It's a pity that I have always been a fat man. This honey vinegar is also a kind gift from a friend. I guess I won't have a chance with the backbone in my life. It doesn't matter. Let's talk about a hot topic. Let's lose weight. How about beauty?
Second, a pie like a pot.
After the holiday, everyone came back from home one after another. In the first few days of school, everyone brought snacks from home. Of course, good friends should be rewarded. There are 54 students from all over the world in the class, and there are many kinds of local snacks. You don't have to go to the cafeteria to buy food a few days ago.
When I came back from my winter vacation, I met Hua who washed the house in Ann's aisle. I carried a small bucket of washed clothes in one hand and touched Hua's abdomen in the other. Hua is a short, chubby little girl with a slight trembling abdomen. Hua also paid a famous return visit to my abdomen. We patted each other's abdomen with our palms to show that our relationship was unusual. Until now, I still keep this habit. When you meet a good friend, you can't help touching and patting each other's abdomen. Hua paid a return visit to my abdomen and immediately ran back to the dormitory, holding out a Huang Cancan pie in both hands. This is a real pie, the size of a domestic wok, and it looks like a pot. The bottom of the pie is concave. Hua said that her mother did it. I worship China very much. It takes one day and one night to go from Xi to Chengdu by train. She can actually keep the pie intact. What kind of care and care she will devote along the way! At that time, we basically went to school with half-price train seats at student discount prices. In the crowded carriage, the fragile pie was intact.
I will never forget this flower pie. There are two Walker in my family now, and there is a smaller one. Somehow I may have bought it according to the template of the big cake I spent. Especially the concave bottom of the pot, sometimes when I am busy using this small pot in the kitchen, Mama Hua's crispy pie will flash quickly.
20 12 went to Xi 'an. On the street of Xi 'an, I pay special attention to pies like pots. I couldn't find it in the end. I called Hua, and Hua said that it was made by her mother and could not be bought on the street. Hua said that Ann's pie was called Guo Kui, and the pie I was talking about might be Guo Kui. But I stubbornly believe that pie is not a pot helmet. I bought a pot helmet to eat in Xi 'an, but I don't remember the taste and posture of the pie.
After visiting Xi 'an, I can't forget the authentic mutton buns in the northwest. I met Hua in Xi 'an. Hua's husband warmly invited me to a decent hotel for dinner. I flatly refused. I don't think it is necessary for my classmates to catch up with each other and put forward new ideas. I have to put a table full of food before I can finish it. Hua said, I am happy, and students don't pay attention to those false hospitality. We will walk in the street and go in if there is a suitable snack bar. The only requirement is that the shop should be clean and eye-catching. Just then, I saw the sign "Xi 'an Authentic Mutton Paomo Pavilion" hanging on the lintel, and a peculiar smell of mutton immediately came to my nose. I said to them, "Let's eat mutton bread in soup. "Follow Xi people finally eat decent northwest specialty.
There are many kinds of cold dishes in the shop. Choose cold dishes skillfully, give attention to both meat and vegetables, and fill four plates. The store put a plate of garlic cloves and a small plate of chopped pepper sauce before everyone sat down. The red chopped pepper is just like the red chopped pepper cooked by mom. Northerners are really honest. Soon, they had mutton steamed bread in a sea bowl. There are some green coriander floating on the soup of Wang Yang oil. Steamed buns are uniform in size, thickness, nail size and fingertip thickness. The smell of mutton came in bursts, and the whole shop was filled with this smell. I sniffed hard and liked it very much. Hua said: "Now mutton buns and steamed buns are made by machines. It used to be a whole steamed bun. When guests drink mutton soup, they tear the steamed bread into the soup. The machine is very beautiful. "
There are some pieces of mutton lurking at the bottom of the bowl, which tastes very tender. I can't finish that bowl of mutton and bread pieces in soup. It's too heavy. In Xi 'an, I bought some vacuum-packed pot helmets from the supermarket and brought them back. My daughter opened one, took a bite, and put it in the microwave oven to heat it. It didn't feel soft. The daughter said, "I know why it's called Guo Kui." Really harder than iron! "I gave the rest as a gift to my friend. They laughed and said, "that pot helmet is really hard to chew!" "Look at what these people have done. Xi's prestigious specialty has been praised so rudely by Hefei people.
What has been bothering me is mutton bread in soup. Delicious enough to soak my stomach and spleen.
Third, the lingering taste on the tip of the tongue.
1990, we went to the hospital for internship in the 88th session. I am in the Third People's Hospital of Chengdu. The third hospital in my memory has been very busy, and the division of labor among departments is very fine. The hospital is a big place, and many people come to the hospital every day.
20 1 1, our classmates have been together for twenty years. When I revisited the old place with my classmates who were internship in the Third Hospital, we were surprised to find that the Third Hospital was nearly concentrated, and the winding paths, pavilions, flower beds and those wandering places were all gone. The outpatient department and inpatient department are closely linked together, and the patients are sparse. The market economy also gave birth to hospitals. In the early 1990 s, I used to have dinner with those interns in the gazebo, and now there are many tall buildings. We took a group photo in a hurry at the gate of the Third Hospital, but there was an unspeakable taste in our hearts. Seen from the outside, the Third Hospital has shrunk. Subconsciously, the Third Hospital should be a thriving scene.
The third hospital is only four stops away from the health school. During my internship, I often walk to the hospital with flowers. In the middle of the night, Hua took out two preserved eggs from his bag and said, "Here." One for her and one for me. Hua treated the preserved eggs slightly. At school, she had peeled off the rice husk wrapped around the preserved eggs. With a flick of our fingers, we cracked the pale green eggshell, and the transparent and trembling edible part was embezzled by the three of us. The astringent taste of preserved eggs is not difficult to swallow. We know that eating preserved eggs often may make us stupid, but we were delicious then, whether stupid or not. Solve the thirst first! Preserved eggs of flowers were exchanged for food stamps at Shawan Farmers' Market near Health School. Three preserved eggs and a catty of food stamps. At that time, we used the meal ticket saved in the school canteen to exchange preserved eggs for a rare tooth sacrifice, and used food stamps for food. This kind of thing is not uncommon, especially for girls who don't go to the school canteen to exchange meal tickets and go to the market to buy snacks with food stamps that tighten their belts. The biggest change is preserved eggs. When people who buy agricultural and sideline products in Shawan market leave school in the health school, as long as they see little girls coming to the market in twos and threes, they will enthusiastically say, "Girl, change three preserved eggs?"
There is a small storefront selling roasted seeds and nuts in Shawan market. Sunflower seeds alone have several flavors such as cream, Chinese herbal medicine, salt and pepper, spicy and so on; There are also many kinds of strange beans. Broad beans are all open-mouthed, and it seems crisp to eat in your mouth. Those melon seeds and beans were neatly placed in transparent boxes, which failed to retain the fragrance. Every day after school, there are always health school students in the roasted seeds and nuts shop. The shopkeeper has a good hand. When you said to buy a dollar, he quickly pushed open the lid. The shopkeeper will kindly decorate all the melon seeds with different flavors, so that these children who have no money but are delicious can satisfy their desires and eat a delicious melon seed. ...
Later, I paid attention to buying roasted seeds and nuts. I really didn't see such a complete roasted seeds and nuts shop in a small shop.
About 300 meters opposite the school, there is a simple noodle restaurant. That's easy to say. If it is now, it must have been destroyed as an illegal building. The roof of the hut is covered with asbestos tiles to keep out the heat in summer and shelter from the wind in winter. Put four square tables and four long stools outside the small house. Every day when it's time to eat, the small noodle restaurant is full of guests. In the shop is a mother with her son and daughter-in-law. Although the noodle restaurant is small, there are all kinds of cakes. This noodle restaurant in Chengdu has snacks, such as cold beef, mapo dried bean curd and spicy beef. ...
The students of the health school learned about this small noodle restaurant from their fellow villagers on the first day of their freshman year. 30 cents a bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles, cooked black sauce mixed with tough noodles, without any soup, noodles with a small bowl of noodle soup. A bowl of minced meat noodles at 40 cents seems to be miscellaneous sauce noodles with a spoonful of minced meat and onion and garlic seasoning. At that time, the small noodle restaurant on the roadside was the place where we could satisfy our desire most, and occasionally guests from classmates settled in this small noodle restaurant.
20 1 1 When I went to Chengdu for another party, this small noodle house disappeared. I don't know when it disappeared I met my classmates who were already my wife, mother, father and husband. I remember the little noodle house, miscellaneous sauce noodle and knife noodle with shame, and the daughter-in-law of that shop. Everyone suggested that we must go to a small noodle restaurant that failed to meet the standard to eat miscellaneous sauce noodles and minced meat noodles. I miss that small noodle restaurant that brought us delicious food on the way.
Some students have become local tyrants, so we invite you to eat hot pot in high-end hot pot restaurants in Chengdu. Because I don't like the spicy taste of hot pot, I feel hot. There is Liu Yishou hot pot in Hefei, which I have never been to. At the door of the hot pot restaurant, the smell of hemp wafted from the door.
Waiting for school homework on the eve of graduation, we wandered around the streets of Chengdu in groups of three or five. Chengdu's snacks really live up to their reputation. We often hold some snack exhibitions. We sneaked into the snack exhibition, poked a spicy beef jerky from this one and took a piece of Deng Ying beef from that one. Anyway, there are many kinds of snacks, and the exhibitors are quite enthusiastic. When we stop there, they will say, try it. We are also very popular. The most important thing is to be greedy, try one by one, and not be afraid of shame. We are full after a round of tasting.
Spicy powder was the most popular snack we saw at that time. In Chengdu's hutongs, people open a window, put vermicelli and strings, and set up several stoves and stools at home. There is a strong spicy smell in the room, and one or two yuan can go in and eat a few strings of spicy powder.
The meals in the school canteen cost 30 cents a serving of Mapo bean curd, and the trembling little bean curd is wrapped in rich soup. If you don't pay attention to eating a pepper, your whole mouth will be numb. Konjac, a healthy food, is the first time for me to eat it in a health school. It's soft and brown, and now I know its efficacy can't be underestimated. The cooked pork in the canteen is fat but not greasy. I love fat meat so much now, and I think it has something to do with eating Sichuan style pork in the school cafeteria at that time. Sichuan-style pork is about one yuan, pork belly is fat but not greasy, thin, fragrant with garlic seedlings, and served with Chengdu lobster sauce. If one day there is Sichuan-style pork in a meal, it is really full of happiness. When eating, a few friends, you put the spoon in my lunch box to pick a piece of tofu, and I put the spoon in your lunch box to pick a piece of meat and have a good meal.
Twenty years later, when we met again in Chengdu, we lived in North Hutong, not far from our school. At that time, this was the place where we used to hang out. But many students don't know this place, and they can't find the symbolic river. Everything has changed dramatically. Tall buildings stand tall and the streets are transformed. Even our school has only an old shell now, and the school has moved away with its name. A tall building is going to be built on the ruins.
Those smells that linger on the tip of our tongue, we never forget.
Fourth, salted fish pieces
I have been working here steadily since graduation. The excitement and content are not rich, and I have always been at ease.
When I was single, the girl who shared a room with me had already emigrated overseas, but I often couldn't help thinking of her and going to the cafeteria with her. Eating salted fish pieces sent by her mother with tea; Think about our mouths full of oil.
Every year in the twelfth lunar month, my roommate's mother will send a jar full of salted fish slices with a big enamel tea jar with a cover. Fish pieces are big fat fish. My roommate's mother chopped the fish into 4 cm wide, and the burnt bones could be crushed. Roommates are very generous. At noon, all the girls on the first floor came to our dormitory with lunch boxes. Everyone rudely took fish pieces from the tea jar and smacked their lips. While not forgetting to praise my roommate's mother, my roommate always smiled and said, "It's delicious. Let my mother cook it next year and send it again. "
At night, it's just me and my roommate in the dormitory. My roommate secretly took out another lunch box, opened it with joy and sent it to my eyes. He said proudly, "Look! What is this! " Salted fish pieces, delicious salted fish pieces. My roommate said cunningly, "I divided the fish pieces and left a few good ones. We shared them and didn't give them." We flirted with joy, emptied the tea in the cup and made tea again. Holding a piece of fish in one hand and drinking tea in the other, we enjoyed our delicious food happily, our faces were full of satisfied smiles, and the small single dormitory was full of rich and long fish fragrance.
When I was a wife, it was time to start pickling salted fish. I had an ambitious attempt to pickle salted fish like my roommate's mother. I chose a big fish and salted it. When drying fish, chopping fish pieces and frying fish, the unique color of my roommate's mother's fish pieces always shakes in front of me. I don't mean to use pepper, soy sauce and pepper as seasoning, fry first, then cook, and finally eat patiently. The fish pieces are not strong in color, they taste soft, fragrant and crisp, and I can hardly swallow them myself. For fear of being criticized, I spent a long time and a lot of thoughts on them quietly.
I will never have the courage to try to make salted fish as delicious as my roommate's mother. Roommates lived together for three years, and we all had our own families. Link our friendship, we still have this salted fish, and we will never forget it. While drinking tea, my daughter and I talked about the good times when we stole fish pieces with our roommates. My daughter said that she also wanted to taste how delicious the charred salted fish pieces were.
For this reason, I suddenly miss my roommate who I haven't seen for ten years. She smiled and had a deep dimple under her left cheek. I'm going to email her and tell her, "I miss her very much. Ask her, do you remember the salted fish pieces in the enamel jar? "
Five, hot red bean paste
Hefei Pedestrian Street was renamed Huaihe Road before. No matter what its name is, it is a bustling commercial street in this city. Twenty years ago, I often met a young man. One weekend, we wandered around Huaihe Road, where there were vendors selling bean paste, a small bowl with 50 cents, disposable spoons and disposable bowls.
This trip to Huaihe Road is our first time on the street, and we are still insisting on it. Maybe it's selling bean paste. I subconsciously looked at the stall selling bean paste. The young man around him looked at it for a long time and immediately took out one yuan to buy two bowls of red bean paste. I took it with a little pretence and put it in my mouth. I didn't expect the bean paste to be hot! My tongue, my throat will burn in an instant! It's so hot that I want to roll my eyes. That's really a hot word! Very hot! Today, I remember the bowl of red bean paste most clearly, and the most unforgettable thing is that it is hot. But I have to act like a lady. I tried my best to sip my mouth and swallow the hot bean paste slowly and quietly. ...
Now young people in those days live with me. I told him that when he invited me to eat bean paste on Huaihe Road in a certain month, I almost burned my esophagus unexpectedly. I don't know why, he always denied that there was such a bridge. He denied it in every way, but I remember it clearly. In the details of falling in love with young men, only the memory of bean paste firmly occupies a corner of my memory and is not easy to erase. He can't shirk his responsibility if he wants to, but I just remember it clearly.