A: Unforgettable fried rice cakes.
1, 1970 Spring Festival, "Chairman Mao's ideology propaganda team" night and day performance model theater.
2. In the middle of the night on the second day of the Lunar New Year, when the performance was over and we were too hungry, we went to the house of Chen Hequan, an orphan, to fry rice cakes (other people were too crowded for fear of being disturbed)
3. We ate a simple rice cake in the dim light of the oil lamps around the stove. The people gathered around the stove and ate simple rice cakes by the faint light of the dimly lit "oil lamp".
4, the hayloft is very cozy, and Quan saw me finish eating, and reached out his sleeve and said: "wipe it on this ......"
5, that simple and honest behavior, is really touching, what a simple young man (I heard: family members in the difficult year "starved away").
We now live in a very happy era, want to eat what food, basically can buy. But in the early 1980s, it was a time of scarcity, and even if you had money, you couldn't buy the food you wanted to eat.
When I was in elementary school, every time I passed by my neighbor's house (southerners), the smell of fried scallops, can not help but smack his mouth, looking forward to New Year's Eve, by then, you can eat the scent of scallops.
On the eve of the Chinese New Year, my mother was busy at night making delicious food for the whole family, and my sister cleaned the scallops and cut them into pieces. The mother then sprinkled with seasoning, wrapped in batter, put into the frying pan to fry, fried to seven mature, from the frying pan out, waiting for the reprocessing. I have long been craving, when my mother did not pay attention, grabbed a section of secretly go to relieve the craving, that still care about the raw and cooked ah! The deliciousness of the scallops finally satisfied my taste buds for a long time.
Time flies, 50 years have passed. However, the scallop flavor that I tasted in those days is y engraved in my mind, and the tempting aroma is unforgettable.
Of course, also have to, in the past to eat the whole family this dish what wine, but unfortunately not now,
Nearly aged, experienced the sweet and sour of life, tasted all the world's delicacies of the world, can make me unforgettable, is not the life of the situation, not to mention the natural delicacies, but the flavor of the year when I was a child of the mountain townships.
A door into the waxing moon, tired of a year of mountain folks, began to prepare for the New Year. Eating Laha congee is a must, do Laha congee from the seventh day of the year. Homegrown yellow sticky rice, with sweet potatoes, jujubes, kidney beans, pumpkin children, add water together into a large iron pot, slowly simmering on a small fire with mountain firewood. On the afternoon of the seventh day of the small mountain village, everywhere filled with attractive, millet fragrance mixed with potato, dates, pumpkin sweet porridge flavor, fragrant, sweet bared, and still think of it are greedy drooling. Do a good job of Laha congee, to be simmered in a large iron pot for a night, Laha morning unveiled the pot, the family served in a bowl, began to smell the sweet smell, turn the bowl side of the giggling to eat hot and sticky soft, yellow in the red Laha congee. I remember, I particularly love to eat the iron pot bottom shovel up porridge.
After eating Lapa congee, began to kill the New Year's Eve pig. At that time, every family raised pigs, pigs are fed with slop, bran bran, pig grass, at least one year to raise. After Laha, the small mountain village will sound the sound of howling pigs. The streets were filled with the smell of burnt and boiled pork. What kind of smell is that? Imagine, with natural pigweed plus slop fed for a year, not at all fed the current synthetic feed, growth of a year can not kill a hundred pounds of meat, native black hairy pigs, was killed into a three-inch square pieces of meat, and then the sweet deep well water, plus the local natural peppercorns, onions, ginger and garlic boiled and stewed, wafted out of the smell of what is it? Burning meat, the oil used is the pig's own oil, color, not white, brown sugar, but the local trees on the soft persimmons, peeled and pinched rotten smeared on the meat, under the frying pan burned into the date red, think about it out, and what is the flavor? The oil used for frying and boiling vegetables is not the oil of walnuts and pepper seeds harvested by yourself, or new lard, and the meat fried and boiled, what is the flavor of the food?
After killing the pig, we started to make the tofu. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're doing it. The time for everyone to do it is more concentrated, the smell of boiling water splashing soybean milk, the smell of processed tofu pulp, drifting all over the village. The brine tofu is white and yellow, boiled, stewed, fried flavor is really tempting.
People in the mountains and villages are good at sticky food, after making tofu, start frying tarpaulin bags, fried rice cakes. Rice cakes and tarpaulin bags are locally produced yellow sticky rice noodles, rice cakes are steamed and then fried, tarpaulin bags need to flour, directly molded under the frying pan. The oil used is walnut oil and pepper seed oil, the only two kinds of locally produced oil used for frying food. Walnut oil is fragrant, but pepper oil is not good for deep-frying because it foams. However, according to experienced people, if you add a little brown sugar after boiling, it will not foam. With pure walnut oil and pepper oil, fried after fermentation of sticky yellow rice noodles, the village floated up, is another strong aroma of oil smoke.
The time to steam the buns will be at the end of the year. The production team of wheat, the village water milling processed fine flour, first and into the dough, in the family, the big helmet on the bed of fermentation, and then by the diligent housewife, leading the family's daughter-in-law, daughters, kneading and molding together. The molded buns include jujube buns, noodle buns, and flower buns. When the molded buns wake up, put into a large iron pot on the good, made of sorghum poles on the grate, burning mountain firewood atmosphere steam. The steam out of the gas, out of the kitchen doors and windows, floating out of the courtyard of a family, the flavor of the buns, sent to the cold sky.
Firecrackers and writing couplets is a must for the New Year's Eve program in mountain villages. The firecrackers will be heard continuously until the end of the first month of the lunar calendar. The fireworks and fireworks after the smell of gunpowder, is the hometown New Year's seasoning. New Year's Eve began to paste spring couplets, when there is no sale of spring couplets, couplets are local people who can write brushwork obliged to write. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The first month of the year is to eat, drink and play, visit friends and relatives, twisting rice-planting songs to turn the lights, stilts singing opera, red-hot and lively to find joy. That music is from the heart of the joy. Now there are not many people in the mountain townships, fireworks are not allowed to set off, no one to organize recreational activities, the organization of activities without money simply can not do things. Some people dance, but most of them are retirees who came back from the city, playing popular music, square dance and street dance for fitness. The Spring Festival couplets are bought printed, no more ink flavor. In fact, now the mountainous countryside in the waxing moon, than in the past a lot less flavor, especially do not raise pigs, but also less of the original kind of tantalizing meat flavor. Nowadays, people in the countryside, feel that the New Year and the city as well, there is no New Year's flavor. In fact, we think carefully, the lack of just the flavor of the year?
In the 1970s, I was in Ruichang County, Jiangxi Province, Pen Cheng Commune, Hongwei Brigade, the sixth production team, we are 11 male and female youths from Shanghai to this insertion of the settlement, the production team vacated a warehouse building, is to use the mud brick wall of the tiled room and separated from the six rooms to place us to live, collective life and participate in the production team labor.
The production team set aside a piece of land on the hillside behind the house as our vegetable plot, and arranged for an old farmer to guide us to plant a variety of different varieties of vegetables in the vegetable plot throughout the year, supplying the solution to the problem of eating vegetables for the young Zhiqing.
One day, a female youth went to the vegetable field to pick vegetables, suddenly saw a black shadow in the vegetable garden through the ground, scared to flee, face white, all the way to shout, said in the vegetable field met a big snake. Production team to find a snake experienced to help us catch snakes to get rid of pests, not long after he followed the snake crawling traces to find the snake hole, digging open the hole and use the frog as bait to lure the snake out of the hole to catch the snake, this snake is 2 meters and a half long, hand arm bladder-like thick. He will kill the snake after peeling off the snake skin to remove the viscera let us cook snake meat to eat to taste the mountain game.
I'm not ashamed to say that most of the other Shanghai youths and I ate snake meat for the first time, and when we cooked it, we just put a little bit of oil and salt and a few slices of ginger, and the snake meat tasted delicious and delicious, and together with the thick, white, milky broth, each of us ate a bowl of it. I have eaten farmed snake meat again, but I have never tasted the fresh flavor of the wild snake meat in my memory.
This scene is y remembered in my mind, a lifetime can not forget, can not forget that the snake meat is incomparably fresh and unique wild flavor. I can't help but think of the time when I went to the countryside to work as a farmer, and I can't forget the atmosphere of rural life; I can't forget the respectable villagers; I can't forget my fellow intellectuals living together; I can't forget the ten years of life experience of being in the army and settling down!
The eldest uncle is a dry cigarette smoker. He was the same age as several old people who smoked dry cigarettes and praised him for the taste of the tobacco he made. Look at him to smoke that incense, I took
over to the fierce smoke a mouthful of ...... go down ...... did not go down, and did not come out, like so a ball of chili face, and like a ball is mustard, stuck in the throat there. Back to that breath of time, tears early to get to the nose. Look at the tobacco bag pole thrown to the ground and the tree strips in the hands of the eldest uncle, run .......
The impact of food on the taste buds and memories, some of which are lifelong memories, is not necessarily the mountain treasures and sea food, but also includes rough tea. My hometown Huizhou all year round Wu language and flowers, can be said to be Chai close to the water will be, Songshan two sides, rivers and lakes, gifted ingredients any have all, creating Huizhou Hakka Lei name Yang world, but so that I can't forget my life is the most common, the most ordinary home cooking, mom did the dishes Po steamed eggs, listen to let the adults look at the jokes, although it's a simple dish Po steamed eggs, but it is so that I'm this cooking can not be duplicated, may be the entire The whole world, no one can do a second time out. When I was a child, my family lived in a rural mountainous area, my father was a county troupe playing the erhu, often going to the countryside, going to the village into the plug to engage in literature and art workers, and could not return home for a few days a year, the family multiplied by my mother, me and my two youngest sisters, then indeed poor, remember the system just decentralized it! Three days to eat a net rice, potato taro as the main food, meat do not dare to think, even eat a lard is also delicious, poor dangling, not joking, the fact is that the rice is not full of rats are tears, that year the father of a year on a thousand instructions, a few acres of planted tobacco, raise a stable cow and two pigs, and then ride a bicycle backpack went out, smoke harvest can be exchanged for food, raise a good cow can be plowed, pigs to raise money for me and my little sister to study, that is the guarantee of a happy life for my family. That is my family's happy life security, can be lost, but not as good as God's plan, that year, Huizhou encountered a hundred years of flooding, smoke washed away, cattle washed away, pigsty a destruction of pigs also pressed dead a pig, this pig's way of life is my family to live, green mountains and green water, turn into a mountain of poor water, in front of the road is broken, after the mountains, security into cataracts, crying is no juice out of the eyes, it was an act of God, the water receded, I went to lift my mother and me! We dug in the mud, then carried home to do the material, for several days in a row, my sister at home to cook wild vegetables and pig rice, once my mother carried a big pine tree, I carried the tail, also tried my best, when the shoulder, one, two, three, put, my mother let go, but I was still lifting the big tree was unable to put it down, a huge too impact, so that I instantly lose consciousness, my mother hugged me and cried and no longer checking the big firewood, then rushed to find a barefoot doctor, well, I was very happy, my mother was about to go to the doctor. Three paper no donkey, mother was going to do the vegetable Po fried eggs, the vegetable Po egg liquid also get good put stove side no steam, the results appeared above a power, when I woke up, found that there is a vegetable Po steamed eggs, a eat praise, porridge water to eat four bowls of water, a great delicacy, quench your thirst to stop starving, sleepy and tired I fell asleep, when I wake up from sleep and heard my mother in the cry, the children ah! How could I eat the egg raw without steaming it? How can we still tell this story after so many decades? I also think how can be so delicious delicious, what is the reason, until after more than ten years as a chef to realize the reason, because the egg liquid in the stove, the stove and cook the pig to eat, the residual heat to make the egg liquid slowly cooked, the tender, that cool, with language is difficult to say healing.
The most unforgettable is to eat in college during the braised pork with rice, fat but not greasy, melt in the mouth, color and lustre red, full of mouth flow fragrance, aftertaste, think of happiness
When I was a child, my mother fried the Phi Choi taro vermicelli dry! Put some shrimp skin!!! Egg skin 丨! You definitely haven't eaten it!