The four directions of food affairs, but a bowl of fire and smoke on earth

Smoke and fire on earth, food and drink, with flavor and temperature.

"Couple life is always in the meal, the other time is to go busy earning money to eat, really not much fun."

Idle rereading of San Mao's article, I saw this sentence, I think it is quite chewy.

If you compare running a marriage to cooking, then eating, drinking, and making money to support the family are different ingredients, and love is the salt - the bland life depends on it for flavoring.

Sansao said in the article "It's really not much fun", and in reality, she put herself and José's food and drink man and woman deployed with flavorful and interesting. No matter how busy, the heart more or less have to harbor some of the interest of life, even if the tea, can also be lip-smacking.

In the Sahara, Hershey is responsible for making money to support his family, and Sanyou is responsible for looking beautiful, but also for three meals a day. Like most girls, Sanno hates housework, but she loves to cook.

An onion, a few slices of meat, a pot of fried, served on the table is a fragrant dish. The art of cooking was magical to her.

Once, she made a chicken soup with vermicelli, using ingredients her family had sent from her native country. Returning from work, Jose feasted on the vermicelli and asked what it was as he picked it up.

Poetic as Sanmao, this is how she popularized it to her husband: it's rain, the first rain that falls on high mountains in spring, a root frozen, mountain people pick and carry it down the mountain to sell it, it's very precious. Jose believed that the spring rain ate with gusto.

If you are tired of eating steak for a long time, José will be pouting to Sanmao that he wants to eat the "spring rain" sent by his mother-in-law!

Once, Hershey's boss was coming to a family dinner, and he specifically asked for a Chinese dish of stir-fried mushrooms with sliced bamboo shoots.

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a dinner party, and I was in the middle of a dinner party, and I was in the middle of a dinner party, and I was in the middle of a dinner party.

The best thing is that she can use a plate of cucumber fried mushrooms to pretend to be bamboo shoots fried mushrooms, so as to make it look real, and get the praise of the guests, "This is the best time in my life to eat tender bamboo shoots fried mushrooms. In short, the color and aroma have, guests and hosts are happy.

As the saying goes, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, but like Sanmao, just a little bit of ordinary ingredients, enough for her to turn out all sorts of tricks, to satisfy the appetites of loved ones and friends. To say where the trick is, I think of the movie "God of Food" in which Stephen Chow waved a knife and spatula in the cooking competition to say one word: heart!

If you put your heart into it, you can make a good dish.

With love, you can run a home.

A house, two people, three meals, four seasons, in the smoke and fire curls in the day out of new ideas.

There is a saying in "Food for Thought" that food is a very powerful thing, with a decisive force.

This sentence reminds me of my aunt, no matter what ingredients, in her hands can always be matched with a pattern, she is a happy housewife, passionate about everything in the kitchen, from the pots and pans to the bottles and jars are full of her little heart, she said that my greatest ideals are in the three meals a day on the table.

Every day, she studies the recipes carefully and prepares a pot of hot meals for her husband and children.

My uncle was a quiet and introverted man who didn't like to socialize, and when he came home from work, he would dive into his study, and dinner time was the best time for the whole family, and the delicious meals on the table became the best comfort for those who went out and came back home.

I think it's like what Chiang Hsun said in the Aesthetics of Life audiobook series, when he said that he often thinks back to his childhood. I remember that my mom would tell beautiful stories, make beautiful sweaters, and cook delicious meals every day. At that time, the economic conditions were limited, supplies were scarce, unlike now have the opportunity to taste the mountains and the sea, but, still miss.

Because his mother, every day, would make a very good dinner, waiting for her husband from work and the children after school. Just one pasta dish, and she was so creative, she cut it into different shapes every day, and made it into so many different styles.

For him, as a child, it was a surprise to open the door and a blessing to come home from school. Because of the daily novelty brought by the meal, because of his mother's love, he was very willing to go home.

Food is a carrier of feelings, perhaps food is really a symbol of life itself, otherwise how would we say to experience the "sweet and sour" of life, and the process of practicing cooking is often a person's attitude to the process of cultivating life. The process of cooking is an exchange between food and people, with a sense of respect for the ingredients, making the greasy and trivial life refreshingly organized.

The Little Forest is a movie that I will find to watch from time to time, and in some very frustrating moments, when I'm not happy, I'll watch this movie, and amazingly, I'll get some motivation to live a good life.

I love the clean kitchen of the heroine, who cooks delicious food alone on muggy afternoons and snowy winters, and it's really touching, and it makes you feel that food is the happiness of ordinary life.

The heroine, Ichiko, is a country girl who is not used to the pace of life in the big city, so she goes back to Komori, where she and her mother used to live, a corner of a village in northeastern Japan, where there are no stores, and you have to walk a long way to buy things. The people are very simple, and she feels that her neighbors are very warm and welcoming, and here are also two of her friends, Noriko and Yuta.

Ichiko returned to Komori and lived a quiet and simple life like all the villagers. She made some simple but delicious food from local ingredients and seasonal ingredients, baked bread from the heat of the stove when it was hot in the summer to get rid of the humidity, made a bottle of homemade rice wine when it was too hot to weed the rice paddies, and picked some of the fruits of huzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhuzhu. I picked some of the fruits and made sweet and sour jam, continued my mother's tradition of boiling vegetables to make Worcestershire sauce, and picked ripe tomatoes in the fall to make canned tomatoes, which became an ingredient in future curries and pasta dishes.......

Like all villagers, I have worked hard to cultivate my own land, and I take every task in my hands seriously.

In the camera, we tasted all the sweet and sour of life.

When I was a kid, my grandmother had an old wooden kitchen cabinet with the words "One person makes food for thousands of people, and five flavors harmonize the aroma of a hundred flavors" engraved on both sides.

At this time, it is clear that these fourteen words, there is the praise of heaven and earth's food, but also contains the wishes of the family and the United States. The harmony is not only the dishes but also the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty of life.

"Snow in winter, cherry in spring, water in summer, and leaves in fall."

The land where we grew up has a wonderful beauty of the cycle of seasons, and so many wonderful ingredients are gifts from nature, I envy those dietary craftsmen, will be a job of a thousand hammers to the inch to the edge, from the natural picking to the palm of the temperature of the brewing of the essence of the earth and sky and the human aura into one, into the time and gas for the color of the aroma, and the rain and dew for the delicacy. With the love into the flavor, from the taste to call the scene, the fingers between the dry world interpretation of a natural cycle.

There is nothing more awe-inspiring than food, honoring the gift of heaven and earth, and cherishing the cooking of the beloved.

As Mr. Wang Zengqi said: the four sides of the food, but a bowl of fireworks.