The taste of home is a kite string, one in the mother's hand and the other in the child's heart.
Some people say that the most healing things are food and words. In each episode, we see many China people living abroad, who are moved by the authentic taste of their hometown to comfort their homesickness.
That kind of smell is called mother's smell, and that kind of comfort is called hometown. No matter how far you go or how many years have passed, you will never forget it.
Even the most vulgar food, as long as it is the taste of mother and the feeling of hometown, is also beautiful and warm.
As described in the lyrics of the song "There is a taste that calls home" sung by Happy Camp:
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It is estimated that the wanderers outside may burst into tears when they hear this song, and they will sigh rationally for a long time.
Although our modern people's sense of wandering has been greatly diluted by the increasingly developed transportation and convenient Internet, young people spend more time shuttling between more cities.
/kloc-Karry, 0/8 years old, said in the program that he had not returned to Chongqing for two years, and he was separated from his family. A sweet and sour pork ribs sent by my father on Father's Day can make teenagers secretly wipe their tears.
I chatted with my long-lost friend Annie and asked her which city she lives in now. She told me that her company is in Shenzhen and Shanghai, and her home is in Guangzhou. I wonder if I can live there for a long time.
We call every place we have lived home, but the speed of getting familiar with "home" can't keep up with the speed of moving.
Therefore, we all call the place where our parents live home and our childhood home.
When I was a child, I lived in a small village in the Central Plains. The products are not rich, but the food I eat is also planted on that land.
A big difference between rural children and urban children may be that most of the food eaten by rural children is picked by themselves or by farming.
At that time, there were three kinds of land distributed to farmers. One is used to grow food. A large area of cultivated land far from home is divided into blocks according to population 10 mu, 8 mu, and there are also four mu and five mu.
Students in the northeast may laugh. Their farmland has a ridge, and a ridge may be one hectare. Our small central province can be divided into ten acres and eight acres.
The other is used for drying grain, which is the threshing floor. In the early years, this land was particularly important, because in the era when there was no combine harvester, the grain with straw had to be threshed and stored on the threshing floor, and this year, the straw was piled on the threshing floor as fuel for cooking. Now this land is basically idle, and both grain and straw can be processed in the field. Are planted with fast-growing poplars.
There is also a vegetable garden, which is used to grow all kinds of vegetables. Generally, vegetable gardens are beside the village. Several pieces were divided and distributed to the nearest family. The area is not much. A family may only have a few points to grow vegetables for a year. Others will grow some side dishes in their own yards.
The richest food should be in summer, and everything is green.
If you are an aunt in the city, you may take a walk in the morning and buy food from the vegetable market for the whole family. But in the countryside, you must pick up your hoe in the morning and relax in the vegetable field first. When you go home, the basket hanging on the hoe will be filled with fresh vegetables.
One day is in the vegetable field, planting the next crop of vegetables and harvesting them.
Summer and autumn are fine, but winter is monotonous. Once the winter solstice freezes, you can't grow any vegetables.
The last excitement in the vegetable field is beginning of winter. Cabbages and radishes planted in autumn will be stored in the vegetable cellar on this day, and the whole family can be busy all day.
The north can't compare with the south, and the countryside can't compare with the city. At that time, refrigerators were not popular. In winter, there are few kinds of vegetables left. We are not in the mountains, and we are not blocked by heavy snow or anything, but the weather is too cold and the markets are all outside. Fresh vegetables are frostbitten before they are sold out, and vegetable vendors can't afford to lose money, so the price of vegetables is much higher.
People who don't have festivals don't buy food every day. So northerners have a tradition of storing Chinese cabbage in winter.
Besides cabbage, there are radishes. Radishes in the north are not as delicious as those in the south, nor are they sweet and easy to rot. Therefore, few people like to eat fresh white radish, so they should be pickled to make pickles. Almost every household has one or two pickle jars. Pickling radish is also very simple, that is, the washed white radish is cooled and soaked in boiling salt water, and a big stone is pressed on it to prevent it from floating.
Eating is also very simple. Take it out of the jar, wash it, shred it, soak the salt out and cook it with pepper oil. This small pickle is a regular side dish of almost all food stalls and small restaurants in our place. There is another way to eat. It is estimated that only people there will eat like that, that is, cooking side dishes when stewing fish. More often, we mainly eat pickles, not fish. A fish can go with half a pot of pickles.
Cabbage, radish, potatoes for the winter. It may be unimaginable to many children now, but it is a vivid memory of a whole generation.
When I was a child, I was always curious about how people knew that anything that grows casually in the wild can be eaten and it is so delicious.
When I was a child, there were many big locust trees in the village. In spring, they will be covered with strings of white Sophora japonica flowers, which are fragrant and sweet, and are children's favorite snacks in that season. The branches of Sophora japonica are not very high, so a flexible child can easily climb up, then cross the branches and grab the most tender Sophora japonica until he is full.
After Sophora japonica, there is elm money, green, picked from the tree one by one and stuffed with one hand. Why didn't I think about unsanitary things at that time!
I remember my childhood, lying on the branches of Sophora japonica, counting a bunch of Sophora japonica flowers in Phnom Penh and opening to the west.
Toona sinensis can be eaten in early summer.
At that time, there were Chinese Toona trees in almost every yard in our village, but I didn't plant them at home because my neighbors planted them, and it was the big Chinese Toona tree that had been growing for more than ten years. It can cover my yard when it is full of leaves in summer.
Toona sinensis has strong vitality and tenacity, especially at the roots. The Toona sinensis tree in the west of my house is planted in the open space separated from my yard by a wall, which is just on the side of my yard. Every spring, after several rains, several Toona sinensis seedlings can emerge from the cracks in the bricks. Cheap, our family can eat the most tender and tender Toona sinensis buds.
Having such a big Toona sinensis tree at home means that you can eat tender Toona sinensis buds every day, and even your neighbors can follow. Toona sinensis trees grow many new branches every year. If you don't pinch it off, it will continue to grow taller, the trunk will not grow strong, and there will be fewer and fewer new branches in the coming year. Therefore, if my family wants to eat it, it is not at all polite.
The most famous way to eat Toona sinensis is Toona sinensis scrambled eggs, which is very simple but rare. The best and most tender Toona sinensis is only available for a while. After the solar term, the wood of Toona sinensis is getting thicker and thicker, which is not good to eat.
Sometimes I happened to see the Toona sinensis buds when I was a child in another country's vegetable market, and I bought them back with great joy. I carefully cooked the side dishes that I missed for many years, only to find that it was wrong at first sight, and then all my memories of my hometown came back.
Next time I see Toona sinensis, I will feel homesick.
I also tried to bring back some seeds from my hometown and plant them in flowerpots on the balcony of the city, but the weeds that had grown wildly in the wild have become delicate and weak.
It is a very common wild vegetable, and old people like to call it "ginseng dish". I have never verified its nutritional value and efficacy. I only love its simple taste.
When I was a child, my home was on the edge of the village, so as soon as I got out of the alley, there was a large field on the street. There are all kinds of weeds in the field, which are always extremely lush.
Land is like this, even if you leave it alone, it will not be idle, and there will always be various plants growing.
In the popular season of "ginseng cuisine", if I catch my mother cooking after school every afternoon, I am always sent to pick up delicious food.
I naturally went to play happily, picked up the vegetable basket and rushed to the wild to knead it. Soon the vegetable basket was full.
Wash at home, blanch with boiling water, chop up, mix with garlic paste and sesame oil, and serve.
Eat with a big cake and a bowl of corn porridge cooked in a firewood hot pot, and you will be safe in a summer night.
There is also a luxurious way to eat this dish, that is, adding pork to make stuffing to make jiaozi. Jiaozi is the only one in the whole family who likes this kind of stuffing best, so every time she eats it, she can feel full of doting.
In recent years, I can only go home for a few days during the Spring Festival, but this kind of "ginseng dish" can't be seen in winter. I have forgotten it for many years, but my mother will always remember what her children like to eat best.
I hurried home for work some time ago. I saw a drawer full of scalded and frozen "ginseng dishes" in the refrigerator. My father said that my mother would go for a walk in the wild if she was free. She saw it and picked it up without eating it. When the weather is fine, she dries it and puts it away. When the weather is bad, she will freeze it. Said to wait until we went back for the Spring Festival.
When I left, my mother said to take some with me. I'm afraid I can't do it well and I don't have time to eat well. I didn't bring it because I turned a blind eye to my mother's hard work.
That's not a side dish, it's my mother's deep thoughts! It's too heavy to carry!
Where there are parents, there is home.
The childhood breath in my hometown is still there.
Parents are here, don't travel far, be sure to travel well!
The taste of home is a kite string, one in the mother's hand and the other in the child's heart.
Fortunately, I have a vacancy to fill in my heart.
Your concern for me makes me a little dependent.
You taught me to cook and love.
Always be your good boy.
There is a smell called home.
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