Describe the taste in memory. Composition 700 words 1
On the bustling streets of Changsha Pedestrian Street, there are delicious foods that attract countless passers-by, especially the posters posted at the gates of KFC and McDonald's. The golden crispy French fries are very attractive, which reminds me of the original French fries made by my grandmother. This is an irreplaceable food in my memory.
Last May, grandpa worked hard to grow a bumper harvest of potatoes. So grandma prepared French fries for us to eat.
I remember grandma first cleaned the soil on the surface of the potato, scraped and peeled it, then cut it into strips, washed it twice with clear water to wash off the starch, sprinkled a little salt, and finally put it in the refrigerator for about 20 minutes. During this time, our children have been waiting and expecting, and even our one-year-old cousin is still crying. It's time. Grandma took the French fries out of the refrigerator, drained the excess water and finally got into the oil pan. Grandma also specially told me that we should fry them in cold pan, cold oil and low fire, and turn them once every ten seconds at first. When the French fries turn golden and smell thick, we can turn off the fire and put them on the plate.
We greedy kittens swarmed around the table, ready to eat, and finally grandma mysteriously handed me a bottle of ketchup, oh! It turned out that we were in such a hurry that we forgot the golden partner of French fries. Going up a storey still can make them stale. Finally, my mother specially sent our favorite QQ star.
Grandma's cooking and family's cooking are always the best dishes, because there is love and expectation, and family expects us to eat happily, eat safely and grow healthily.
I thought to myself: the taste of French fries in my memory will always accompany me and encourage me to be positive. I will also repay my simplest family with my most beautiful gesture. When I grow up, I personally cook a delicious home-cooked meal for my family and continue to pass on my love.
Describe the taste in memory composition 700 words 2
"Come and eat sweet potato powder ..." Grandma called me eagerly in the kitchen. Hearing this, I couldn't sit still anymore. That thick fragrance, a little sweet and a little warm, still haunts me.
When I was a child, my parents were busy with work, and I lived in my grandmother's house. There are always many sweet potatoes in grandma's field, and sweet potato powder has become a delicious food since I was a child. Collecting sweet potato, washing sweet potato, grinding sweet potato, drying sweet potato juice, and soaking sweet potato powder … these tedious and tiring steps are all done by grandma alone. I always want to help my grandmother, but she always says, "Good boy, do your homework. You don't have to interfere in adults' affairs. " I always stare blankly at grandma's rickety thin body in the distance, but after a bowl of sweet sweet potato powder, I don't remember anything, just giggle at grandma.
When I am a little older, my mother will take me to study in the city. In the city, the delicious barbecue, spicy chicken wings and various snacks made me gradually forget the sweet potato powder.
But once my mother took me back to my hometown for the New Year, which awakened the taste hidden in my memory. As soon as we entered the gate of our hometown, grandma staggered out to meet us. Grandma hugged me as soon as she saw me and said, "Grandma made you your favorite sweet potato powder. Go to the kitchen to eat. " I was reluctant because I just opened a bag of potato chips, but I went to the kitchen anyway. When transparent sweet potato powder arrives in your mouth, how can you forget this sweet taste? That is not only a bowl of sweet potato powder, but also my grandmother's care and love for me. After eating the sweet potato powder, the taste of love has been lingering in my heart and embedded in my mind for a long time. As time goes on, this taste and this love become more and more brilliant.
Sweet potato powder is a river, which makes my heart swim to the end of the years to feel love and experience love; Sweet potato powder is also a faint sunset glow, which makes my turbulent heart lake calm again, and I am grateful for the sweet taste in my memory and my grandmother's love for me.
Describe the taste in memory composition 700 words 3
Those years are fleeting; Those fragments are still clear; That year's grandmother was warm and beautiful. That smell fascinates me.
Ten years ago. Grandma is fifty years old. I am four years old. Grandma is a beautiful woman. She has a pair of phoenix eyes, although it has begun to become cloudy, but it still can't stop the luster of middle age. As soon as I saw those eyes, I knew her infinite yearning and expectation for life. Her eyebrows are thick, and her face is gentle but scary. She is a serious person, but only for me will she have that kind of gentle smile. The taste she gave me was practical.
I remember that year's Dragon Boat Festival, my mother was very busy at work, and my grandmother took me back to my hometown. Hometown still retains its ancient flavor, without the high-rise buildings and noise of the city. Only isolated country houses, only unique peace. There are three small steps in our house. Grandma often sits on the top step and makes zongzi. And I am playing under the big banyan tree in front of my house for more than ten miles. When I was a child, I was not sensible. When I saw the zongzi leaf, I thought it was a leaf and I wanted to throw it away. Fortunately, grandma just saw it and stopped me. The smell she gave me was warm.
Grandma said it was used to wrap zongzi, but I didn't believe it, so I clamored for grandma to prove it to me. And then I watched. Grandma's skillful technique made me dumbfounded. I watched it for an hour. Grandma smiled and said to me, "Still don't believe it?" I nodded in disbelief. Actually, I believe it. I just want to watch it for a while. When the dumplings are wrapped, grandma cooks them. I stood below and stood on tiptoe to smell hard. Finally, the zongzi came out and I grabbed it and ate it. Who knew that the zongzi was too hot? I let go when I was surprised, and the zongzi fell to the ground. That year's zongzi was particularly fragrant, and I still remember the taste. Sweet and soft, the fragrance can't even stop the leaves of zongzi. That's my attachment and attachment.
This year, grandma is sixty and I am fourteen. Dragon Boat Festival arrived as scheduled. Grandma has changed a lot, her eyes are completely turbid, and the wrinkles on her forehead stand up one by one, which makes people want to smooth them out. Her face has lost that yearning, only vicissitudes. Actually, grandma hasn't made zongzi for a long time. Last week, I asked grandma to wrap it again. She nodded and smiled and agreed, so I told my mother with joy, but I don't know why I saw the worry in her eyes. Looking at grandma making zongzi, she has lost her previous ability and energy, and her eyes are not clear, but she is still trying her best to choose materials one by one. I immediately regretted it. There is nothing wrong with this zongzi. It must still be sweet, soft and fragrant. But I know that's not what I remember, okay? It should be astringent now, but it also fascinates me.
Grandma is old, and I have grown up. Grandma can't take care of me as before, but I can't repay her yet. It makes me feel guilty. Life is fragile. I don't know how long grandma can wait for me, but I hope it will be permanent.
Describe the taste in memory composition 700 words 4
Look at the clouds rolling, bloom flowers falling, once the memory has long been buried in the bottom of my heart. Tap your heart gently, and the faint fragrance of mulberry will overflow.
When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house. Grandma's house is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and birds and flowers are fragrant. I grew up there a little and spent a happy childhood there. Some memories have been in blowing in the wind, but the big mulberry tree next to the house has taken root in my memory.
Grandma likes raising silkworms, so mulberries are the food source of silkworm babies. Every time I see lovely silkworms huddled together and lazily eating mulberry leaves, I suddenly feel that they are extremely cute! Sometimes, they are so hungry that their mouths are gnawing at mulberry leaves, which are quickly swept away. Every time I see a silkworm's body change from shriveled to full, I feel a sense of pride. I like silkworms and mulberry trees, but I don't like to eat mulberry leaves. I like reading in the shade of mulberry trees, which is a state of physical and mental relaxation, and I also like to chase and fight with friends under the trees. At this time, I really realized the freedom and comfort, innocence and happiness of my childhood. In early summer, black, red, black and red mulberries mature. Grandma and I picked it, washed it with salt water and ate it with our family. This amazing smell makes my family full of praise. Those mulberries, taking a bite in your mouth, are definitely a strong stimulus to taste buds. Sweet and sour taste seeps into your heart. Eat more mulberries, and the summer heat will go away.
Mulberry trees are all treasures. In addition to the sweet taste of mulberry, the popular mulberry leaf tea also has unique charm. Mulberry leaf tea has many advantages: reducing fire and lowering blood sugar. In summer, the scorching sun was just overhead, so grandma picked a lot of mulberry leaves and spread them on the front lawn to let the sun dry their water. Then put the sun-dried mulberry leaves into boiling water for brewing, which is delicious and healthy! Whenever I come home exhausted, my grandma always hands me a cup of cold mulberry leaf tea. I gulped it down, and after a while, I felt full of energy.
However, this is just the taste in memory. Now in Changsha, it is difficult to get in touch with mulberry trees. I raise silkworms, but I don't know where there are mulberry trees. With mulberry leaves, there would be no mulberries.
Time flies, but the taste in memory is still strong, and the mulberry trees in childhood grow quietly in their hearts. ...
Describe the taste in memory composition 700 words 5
The night is over.
The sky is like a yellow fried egg, leaving only delicate white. The clear color contains the cuckoo's voice, crisp and bright.
Before dawn, the family got up in a hurry and hid in the dense white air. The glutinous rice slipped out of the courtyard gate, and the ridge was beaming and set off.
After washing the green leaves of zongzi, they drag the green water and lie in their palms skillfully. As long as they take a sip of the bread roll, a small hat will quietly appear in their hands. Then they will grab a handful of soft glutinous rice and sprinkle it in, press a full red date, wrap it around a few times with colorful ropes and tie a knot, and a zongzi will be invited into the steamer.
Time goes by little by little in earnest expectation, and I am far away from my hometown in repeated expectation. ...
It's the Dragon Boat Festival again, and there are delicious zongzi in the kitchen, which can't satisfy my heart and shake the silk rope. The zongzi in the bowl tastes much worse than the ones I made before. It looks like a celebrity after plastic surgery, but it is cold after elegance.
I swallowed the zongzi in the bowl bored, and I can't help but miss the taste in my memory.
Go back and have a look, a voice whispered.
After several rounds of tossing and turning, I came home late. Fortunately, I didn't pay much attention at home. As long as it is timely, every day is a festival worth celebrating.
As the sun sets in the west, the misty water vapor wraps the soft glutinous rice fragrance and fresh leaf fragrance, which makes passers-by slow down and feel full of satisfaction.
Crimson Lotus, far away, has the shadow of family feet, gently covering the plain white zongzi in the bowl, competing with the shallow brown sugar water at the bottom of the bowl, reflecting a warm and harmonious feeling.
Carrying a mass of glutinous rice, rolling in brown sugar water, a few drops of sugar water rolling down, clicking into the heart, stirring up layers of sweet ripples.
The smooth glutinous rice was slightly sticky when it was sent to the mouth, and it was spoiled by holding its tongue, but after all, it still pulled out a faint fragrance, dropped a large piece of soft sweet fragrance and slipped into the stomach, warming people's hearts.
Tasting the slippery zongzi in the rough bowl, watching the family wrapped in zongzi in laughter, and the expectation of family and life wrapped in the full zongzi, which spread all over the world with the long transpiration of water vapor.
In fact, I miss not only the taste in my memory, but also the simple heart full of awe for life and expectation for my family.
Treat life with a simple heart, treat life and death with a normal heart and treat life with a natural heart.
Maybe this is the taste I remember!
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