The word "taste" is often thought to be a wonderful word, with flavors, sensations, and then blended together.
With flavor and feeling.
It can also be said that taste is part of the memory of the brain, a kind of emotional reminder.
As we remember our mom's curry rice, our grandmother's amaranth soup with kissed fish, or, once upon a time, for three years we had to pass by that douhua store at the corner of the middle school gate every day, and the most famous four-fruit ice next to the park.
What is the taste of home?
The aroma that wafts from the kitchen to the study and living room, and the back of mom's face, is an irreplaceable warmth.
When I used to live at home every day, I always wondered what was the attraction of the so-called home cooking. Even if it is a simple dumpling, and then use the broth to make an egg, pour in half a can of sweet corn. Mom's flavor can never be imitated, even if it's the steamed dumplings carefully kneaded by the chef at the famous restaurant on the thirty-fifth floor.
After class, in the early darkness of winter, as soon as I got home, I was able to get into the hot kitchen to warm up, and then filled a small bowl with freshly cooked leek dumplings, and ate them.
While breathing out, I was also afraid that the thieves would come to take a bite of the hot full of dumplings. The mother's body followed her from the kitchen to the dining room while shouting "Hot!
Before the bowl of dumplings was finished, my mom greeted me at the table, sat down and ate the freshly purchased halibut, and showed me the most delicious piece of the stomach.
Every time I was full, I would tell my mom that the fish in my stomach was now swimming in the gumbo, as if another dumpling had just slipped past it.
When I went to school, I knew summer was coming when I heard the instructor announce that "next week we will be wearing skirts.
When summer came, I had cold tofu and cold noodles to eat.
My mom always used to make her own noodles and her own sauce. When I woke up early in the morning, I often found my mom busy in the kitchen, hoping to cook the noodles before it got really hot.
As soon as I got home, I went straight to the refrigerator, dug out the cold, elastic noodles, and then went to the cupboard to get out the sesame sauce, vinegar, sesame oil, plus a little bit of water, a little bit of chili oil, and then tossed them in a bowl, and then it was a bowl of cold noodles to cool off.
Then I watched my mom cut the scallions, shaved the cucumber, and then took out the tofu to plate, and sometimes added my own pickles, drizzled with a bit of soy sauce, peeled a skinny egg, and then it was a cold dish.
When you're done eating, look in the refrigerator and you'll often see orange watermelons or sweet and sour mangoes that have been peeled early.
I know I am very lucky, can be at home inside the pain to eat mom's hand-made dishes, do not need to go outside to spend money on their own, buy businessmen can never modulate out of love. My mom has a pair of bright eyes, curly and red hair, and white teeth when she smiles.
My mom is very good to me! She thinks of me in every aspect of life and gives me a lot of help in my studies.
Mom is very hardworking, she is busy in the morning until late at night, there are too many things in the store, and too many things at home.
Usually, my mom has to burn rice; when resting, she also has to wash clothes and tutor me in my studies, do you think my mom is tired? Once, my mom asked me to clean my room, and I forgot about it for a while.
In the end, my mom helped me clean my room.
Another time, I encountered a math problem that I couldn't do.
I counted and counted, and it was about half past nine, so I was even more anxious, because I had to be on duty the next day, and then my mom came, and she patiently told me about it.
Listening to my mom's explanation, I finished my homework very quickly.
Dear mom, you have given so much, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart! In the years to come, I will cherish the good time of reading now, study hard, every day up, with excellent results to repay you for my upbringing!
With flavor, with feeling. It can also be said that taste is part of the memory of the brain, a kind of emotional reminder.
As we remember our mom's curry rice, our grandmother's amaranth soup with kissed fish, or, once upon a time, for three years we had to pass by that douhua store on the corner of the middle school gate every day, and the most famous four-fruit ice next to the park.
What is the taste of home? The aroma that wafts from the kitchen to the study and the living room and the back of the mother is an irreplaceable warmth.
When I used to live at home every day, I always wondered what was the attraction of the so-called home cooking.
Even if it was a simple dumpling, and then make an egg with broth and pour in half a can of sweet corn.
Mom's flavor can never be imitated, even if it's the steamed dumplings carefully kneaded by the chef at the famous restaurant on the 35th floor.
After class, in the early dark of winter, as soon as I got home, I was able to get into the hot kitchen to warm myself up, and then I ate a small bowl of freshly cooked leek dumplings.
While breathing out, I was also afraid that thieves would come and take a bite of the hot, full dumplings.
Shouting hot hot hot hot at the same time, but also followed the mother's figure from the kitchen to the dining room, like a follower of the classmates today how how, how the teacher how, really hate tomorrow and the quiz, damn next week will have to section examination ...... mom always hum ah ha, but also do not forget to take care of the pan frying the crackling fish, next door to the stove, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish, the fish and the fish. The fish is crackling in the pan, and a pot of soup is rolling on the stove next door.
Before the bowl of dumplings was finished, my mom greeted me at the table, sat down and ate the freshly purchased halibut, but also forgot to put the most delicious piece of the stomach towards me.
Every time I was full, I would tell my mom that the fish in my stomach was now swimming in the gumbo, as if another dumpling had just slipped past it.
When I went to school, I knew summer was coming when I heard the instructor announce that "next week we will be wearing skirts.
When summer came, I had cold tofu and cold noodles to eat.
Mom always used to make her own noodles and her own sauce.
When I woke up early in the morning, I often found my mom busy in the kitchen, hoping to cook the noodles before it got really hot.
As soon as I got home, I went straight to the refrigerator and dug out the frozen elastic noodles, then went to the cupboard and found sesame sauce, vinegar, sesame oil, a little bit of water, a little bit of chili oil, and tossed them in a bowl, and it was a bowl of cold noodles to cool down the heat.
Then I watched my mom cut the scallions, shaved the cucumber, and then took out the tofu to plate, and sometimes added my own pickles, drizzled with a bit of soy sauce, peeled a skinny egg, and then it was a cold dish.
When you're done eating, look in the refrigerator and you'll often see orange watermelons or sweet and sour mangoes that have been peeled early.
I know I'm very lucky to be able to eat my mom's handmade food at home, and I don't need to spend money on a businessman's love that can never be modulated.
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Essay on "Mom Stop Wasting Food"Tonight, while cleaning the couch, my mom noticed a huge pile of garbage behind the couch and asked me, "Jinjin, who threw this garbage away?" I stammered, not wanting to give the truth about what happened.
But under my mom's repeated questioning, I told the story.
"A few days ago, I wanted to drink a bottle of yogurt that tasted sour and sweet.
By the time I finished the yogurt, I was sad because I didn't want to have to walk to the kitchen to throw it in the trash.
I thought about it left and right and finally came up with an idea.
It turned out that there was about three centimeters between the couch and the wall, and I had an idea: it's not a bad place to throw your garbage, and mom shouldn't find out.
"Mom heard my words, burst out in anger, with a pair of cold and merciless eyes glaring at me, so that my heart cackled.
At this point, my mom swept out some more eggs, half a burrito, ------ all of which I had felt unappetizing while eating breakfast, so I threw that food behind the couch when my mom wasn't looking.
At that point, my mom yanked me up and pushed me out the door, telling me to repent of my behavior.
I kept my head down, embarrassed.
My neighbor was surprised to see me standing there and asked if I didn't have my keys.
I answered in a low voice, "No, my mom is home.
"She knocked on the door and my mom ran to open it and saw me standing there.
"What are you letting your child stand outside for, what if she freezes?" Mom said nonchalantly, "Just letting her stand.
"The neighbor, after finding out the details from the mom, said, "It's really not right for you to do that, those children in the poor mountainous areas, can buy an egg... Tonight, when my mom was cleaning the couch, she noticed a big pile of garbage behind the couch and asked me, "Jinjin, who threw this garbage?" I stammered, not wanting to give the truth about what happened.
But under my mom's repeated questioning, I told the story.
"A few days ago, I wanted to drink a bottle of yogurt that tasted sour and sweet.
By the time I finished the yogurt, I was sad because I didn't want to have to walk to the kitchen to throw it in the trash.
I thought about it left and right and finally came up with an idea.
It turned out that there was about three centimeters between the couch and the wall, and I had an idea: it's not a bad place to throw your garbage, and mom shouldn't find out.
"Mom heard my words, burst out in anger, with a pair of cold and merciless eyes glaring at me, so that my heart cackled.
At this point, my mom swept out some more eggs, half a burrito, ------ all of which I had felt unappetizing while eating breakfast, so I threw that food behind the couch when my mom wasn't looking.
At that point, my mom yanked me up and pushed me out the door, telling me to repent of my behavior.
I kept my head down, embarrassed.
My neighbor was surprised to see me standing there and asked if I didn't have my keys.
I answered in a low voice, "No, my mom is home.
"She knocked on the door and my mom ran to open it and saw me standing there.
"What are you letting your child stand outside for, what if she freezes?" Mom said nonchalantly, "Just letting her stand.
"The neighbor, after learning the details from the mother, said, "You are really not right to do so, those children in poor mountainous areas, it is good enough to buy an egg, how can you waste it?" I listened to my neighbor's accusation, ashamed, hot tears flowing down the bridge of my nose to my chin.
For many years I have looked upon not wasting food as a small thing, but it is the little things that make people cherish the time as water.
Mom, I'm sorry!
"Parental Food" Essay 300 words (Hebei Hengshui)
Growing up, it's so nice The sun and moon are like shuttles, time is like an arrow, and in a flash I became a 12-year-old lad.
Thinking back to my croaking to toddler, from the teeth to learn to speak with classmates *** with swimming in the sea of knowledge, growing up every step of the way without leaving the parents' hard work and sweat, growing up is really good, so that I can learn to read and understand the love of parents.
I remember my childhood, I was a real "shopaholic", toys piled up all over the house, and the stomach is like a bottomless abyss that can't be filled, all day long, clamoring to go to the supermarket.
Just after dinner, we pretended to be breathless and pleaded with my mother, to know that a trip down to spend a couple hundred dollars, mom will be as painful as a knife twisting, and I can not wait to work harder to earn money to provide me with this little fairy.
One night back from school, the stomach and rumbling, only to see me violently open the refrigerator, empty, I can not resist the temptation of food, and to the mother in front of the good behavior to her back, pinch the legs, to serve her well on the subject, the mother listened to the bitter persuasion of me, and I reasoned with me, but I did not listen to a word into the use of my tricks, the mother was ruthless to agree.
A supermarket, fresh items to see me dazzled, hands straight itching, left and right, not long, ham and sausage, instant noodles, kopecks, coke ...... are running to the shopping box, and finally looked at the full box of food was put on the cash register, the mother was anxious as a hot pot on the ants, I am triumphant.
Summer vacation, I asked my mother to take me to a trip to Beijing, the journey to listen to the adults in the careful counting of money, listen to my heart is broken, I grew up and gradually learned to sympathize with the parents, since I saw my mother's hard work, more y my filial piety to my mother.
In the time back from Beijing, mom worked overtime every day.
Once I pretended to do my homework to see what my mom was busy with.
As soon as I arrived at the office, I saw my sweaty mother sitting in the middle of a large group of staff surrounding her, busy changing the number of pairs, and I was in tears to see this scene.
My mother went to bed early in the morning and late at night to give us breakfast and do housework, and I seized the opportunity to make a return to my mother's nurturing action.
That morning I followed my mom to get up in the dark, and secretly hid outside the door, following her to learn how to cook noodles, wanting to make breakfast for my parents once.
I saw her frying some breakfast without delay and then began to cook the noodles, put the water to boil in the soy sauce, none of which she was familiar with.
Soon the breakfast was ready, I rushed back to my room, pretending that nothing had happened, waiting for tomorrow.
The next day, I got up early for the first time in my life, carefully sneaked into Mom and Dad's room, gently turned off the alarm clock, and then opened the action.
I went to the kitchen and put on my "work clothes" like my mom did, and put the pasta into the boiling water and "bared ......" the pasta softly spread out. Soy sauce, ingredients are poured into the noodles, a short while, a bowl of fragrant noodles on the pot.
I mysteriously woke up mom and dad, mom jumped up in a hurry and rushed to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As soon as she opened the door and three bowls of steaming noodles were on the table, she couldn't help but let a few words jump out of her mouth, "You've grown up, you know what you're doing.
" People are born the first sight is the parents, the first call is "dad, mom", let us remember the love given by parents, and return them well!
Write essays about food!
Cuisine Kung Pao Chicken As the saying goes, "Food is the only thing that matters to the people.
"In our China, almost every place has special food.
Beijing's roast duck, Suzhou's dried tofu, and so on.
And I am obsessed with Kung Pao Chicken.
Kung Pao Chicken is the specialties of Shuncheng Hotel. Once I said curiously, "Why is Kung Pao Chicken the specialties of your hotel?" The waiter smiled and said, "When it comes to this Kung Pao Chicken, I have to say its origin, which is not without the character Ding Baozhen, because when he was a child, he loved to eat Kung Pao Chicken that the chef made for him, so the specialties of our hotel are Kung Pao Chicken.
"After listening to the waiter's introduction, I have a deeper understanding of Kung Pao Chicken.
I smelled with my nose, a fragrance came to my nose, let me can not help but mouth-watering, I look: this this brilliant chicken ding front put a flower, next to all the hot red pepper, like chicken ding side inlaid with some rubies.
I clamped a piece into the mouth, only feel the tip of the tongue slightly numb, gently chewed, tender and crispy delicious, like chicken is not chicken, like meat is not meat, wonderful, eaten after the mouth to leave the rest.
Looking at the empty plate, I licked my mouth and said with a smile: "The flavor of this Kung Pao Chicken can really live up to its name.
Kung Pao Chicken is brownish red in color, just fried, a piece of chicken piled up together, like a small mountain, tempting.
Kung Pao Chicken has a delicious flavor, not greasy, very tasty.
To make Kung Pao Chicken, you need to pat the chicken and then cut it into diced pieces of about 1 centimeter.
Peanut rice clean, put into the frying pan fried crisp, add dry chili, fried into brown-red, and then put pepper, then mix the diced chicken fried scattered, while the ginger, garlic, green onions into the pan quickly fried turn, add the sauce stir fry start when the peanut rice.
A plate of colorful and flavorful Kung Pao chicken is ready.
I really like to eat Kung Pao Chicken.
I like its brownish-red color, delicious taste and smoothness.
I always pour the diced chicken into a bowl and eat it with rice, and the flavor brings back memories.
I finish a bowl of rice, and then another bowl, and I don't leave the table until I finish a plate of Kung Pao Chicken.
Once I was at home doing homework and my mom was frying Kung Pao Chicken, I smelled it from far away and stood up to the pot with a bang, scaring my mom.
I love to eat Kung Pao Chicken, you also eat it, to ensure that you eat a memorable.
Mom's Dishes Essay Homework Help
Mom's dishes vary with the seasons .
In the spring, the grass grows and flies, and there is a lot of life everywhere.
Mom's dishes naturally show the infinite vitality of the "green", small vegetable seedlings, chrysanthemum brain, capers ......, all through the fresh and tender green, so that people look at the first before the mouth can not help but give birth to a lot of love; summer, the scorching sun, people naturally have no appetite.
Mom's dishes also tend to be simple and dry, cold tomatoes, squash egg soup, dry steamed salted fish ......, all let a person's heart cool mouth refreshing, incomparable comfort; Autumn, high and refreshing, is a season of harvest, but also a season of food.
Stewed eggplant, duck dumplings casserole, potherb mustard chicken ......, all the time is to eat the stomach bloated belly round, the weight is also in this is the beginning of a slow rebound; winter, snow-covered, a silent season, is a need for warmth of the season.
This time the mutton hot pot, pickled fish, carrot carp soup has become the mother's main dishes, the family every day around a big pot of happy meals, even if the cold is no fear.
Mom's dishes are warm dishes, dishes of love.
Every day, my mom carefully prepared every meal, every meal, really hard, but also very happy, because she loved me and my mother-in-law, she often said that for their loved ones need is a kind of absolute happiness.
So I think mom is happy and definitely wants to stay so happy.
Thank you mom, thank you mom for this family, I am content, happy and happy to have such a mom! Mom's dishes, unique, let me love fixed for life!
The first time I saw this, I heard people say that the dumplings were delicious, but I never tasted them, and I don't know what they tasted like.
This afternoon, mom and dad brought me to the small dumpling store to let me open my eyes, full of taste.
That day I finally got what I wanted. Xiaolongbao one by one white, thin skin, it seems to have a packet of juice in, Xiaolongbao small and exquisite, shaped like a pagoda, was translucent strong, crystalline through yellow, pagoda on the top of a burst of aroma with the wind overflowing, and the shape of the buns is similar to, no wonder it is called Xiaolongbao.
The small dumplings above are generally a cage inside ten, each is bulging like a small snowball, but there is a bumpy place on top, not yet come up I was intoxicated by the aroma.
I can't wait to devour the whole steamed bun.
A cage of xiao long bao came up, I sat in the chair, just finished steaming xiao long bao issued a faint fragrance breath.
As soon as I smelled this fragrance, I couldn't help but take a big bite of it.
I just picked up a "little fat pier" into my mouth, and it began to resist.
I was so hungry at this time that I couldn't wait to make my mouth bigger, and swallowed the four xiao long bao in one bite.
So I used my chopsticks to carefully pick up the steamed buns, and when I took a small bite, the juices ran into my mouth like an army of horses.
I dipped it in a little bit of vinegar, light into my mouth, the meat filling is loose and soft, just chew, its meat all of a sudden loosened up, fresh and delicious Mom said: "Eating small dumplings should be a little bit of vinegar, gently bite a hole, the inside of the fresh soup sucked up, and then eat the skin and meat.
The essence of the flavor is in the soup.
I eat according to my mom's method, the soup is fresh, the skin is thin and the meat is tender, it is really delicious.
Sure enough, the steamed dumplings are so delicious that you can't forget them once you eat them.
I devoured it.
Its meat is very full, bite fresh, thick, salty, let you eat still want to eat.
So I pestered my mom to buy another guest, and when the auntie served it with a smile, how could I let it go? Eat one after another, in eating a mouth full of flavor, smashing smack, can not stop praising: "beauty! It is really delicious.
"In a blink of an eye, and was wiped out by me, touching the bulging belly, add mouth, the afterglow is not over.
How about it? The first thing you need to do is to go and eat your hometown's xiaolongbao! This is a unique winter snack in the south of the Yangtze River.
When I was a kid, I used to run to the street as soon as I got out of school, of course, when I had a few dollars in my pocket.
When you walk through the alleys and cross the bridges, you can smell the aroma of deep-fried stinky tofu.
The man who runs the business is a skinny old man with white eyebrows and beard. He always carries a stretcher, which is actually a box made of wood, with stinky tofu, soy sauce, chili sauce, and a stack of small plates in the front one, as well as a canning jar with a few pairs of chopsticks in it.
A small coal stove and a pot rested in the back.
The old man always stood on the corner of the street, concentrating on deep-frying stinky tofu.
I never heard him yell, but there were always a lot of diners who came for the smell and stood in a circle in front of his small stretcher.
His stinky tofu is very distinctive. At first glance, it looks black, no different from other stinky tofu, but once it's in the pot and then out of the pot, it becomes golden and fragrant, coated with a layer of soy sauce or chili sauce (his chili sauce is homemade, red and spicy, spicy and comfortable), yellow and red, and it's very beautiful.
Carefully bite into a mouthful (because it is very hot), outside the yellow inside white, outside the crispy inside tender, spicy ***, at this point is not in the eating but the tongue playing a roll to swallow.
The old man is always only a few pieces of fried, fried a few pieces of sold a few pieces, so wait for the people are a eat, other people **** peer attention.
Most people eat fried stinky tofu are women and children, it is really strange, Jiangnan women are not spicy, but a stretcher to the front of this have become a "spicy girl", chili sauce coated with a thick layer of coating, women at this time, no matter what Sven, and ate straight to the lips red, snot and tears, hot sweat straight out.
The old man just couldn't stop saying: spicy stick, do not eat a lot of grams.
Said to say, he did not go to block.
So, the old man's chili sauce every day to consume a bottle.
At that time, my father gave me 50 cents a month, at least half of the money is contributed to the stinky tofu.
A piece of stinky tofu cost a penny, and after eating one piece, the day could only be quiet.
Sometimes there is no plan to overspend, then I restrain myself from running there for fear of growing hooks in my eyes.
However, at times like that, as soon as I accidentally slipped in front of the old man's stretcher, the old man would always be insightful, as if he had realized that I didn't have half a penny in my pocket, and would smile and fry a piece of the crispiest and most tender to give it to me to eat.
I'm sorry, but when my father sends me money next month, I'm going to give it back to him, and the old man will take it, but he's going to give me one more piece of stinky tofu.
I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu (although I have eaten fried stinky tofu in other cities in the south of the Yangtze River, but the flavor always seems to be a little worse).
It always appeared in my dreams, and together with it, there was that skinny old man with a white beard and white eyebrows who didn't even know his name.
Meat and bone porridge I've only had meat and bone porridge once.
It was a Sunday morning in winter in the south of the Yangtze River, and my aunt, who had always been thrifty, suddenly offered to take me to eat meat and bone congee.
I was so flattered that I followed her all the way, fearing that she would suddenly change her mind.
Along the stone road, through the bustling market, turned into a small alley.
In the distance, I saw a small store with a gust of white mist, and heard the sound of an iron spoon knocking on the edge of the pot.
Auntie led me into this store, which was already full of people.
Everyone was drinking this meat and bone porridge, as if it was really delicious.
The boss's wife led us into the inner room by the stove and said apologetically, "Let's eat here.
"The owner's wife is a woman in her 40s with ear-length hair, meticulously pinned behind her ears with a black hairpin.
I was afraid that my aunt would run away from the scene, so I hurriedly made a fool of myself and said, "Yes, yes.
"The result was two blank stares from my aunt.
"Well, a bowl of meat and bone congee.
"The boss's wife picked up a large iron spoon with one hand and uncovered the lid of the cauldron with the other, and a wave of heat swept over the aroma of meat porridge.
She stirred the pot with the big iron spoon and handed me a big bowl of porridge.
The bowl of congee was off-white, the rice had been boiled out of shape, and the surface of the congee was dotted with a few ...
Today is Saturday, I am reading a book, and suddenly heard the sound of water, I know that my mother is going to stir-fry, and ran to the kitchen to watch my mother's "wonderful performance".
Mom cooks so hard! Mom is ready to give me fried my favorite garlic fried meat, I can not take my eyes off my mother, mother first put the washed garlic on the chopping board, and then "when when when" skillfully cut up, less than half a minute dishes are all cut up, and then my mother lit the fire, from the cupboard to take a bottle of vegetable oil poured into the pot, and after a while, the oil is hot, and so on my I haven't reacted, my mother has already cut the garlic moss into the pot, my mother's hand skillfully swinging the spatula, like dancing, frying for a while, my mother added a variety of seasoning to the pot, the pot "pop" straight, and finally my mother put in a long time to fry a good shredded meat.
As expected, a plate of delicious food is ready, fragrant, beautiful, really want to eat a mouthful right away.
Essay on writing about food 450 wordsGourmet cakes, coconut balls, ice cream, barbecue, steak ...... wow! These delicacies are usually only available when you go to the store, but today when we went to Auntie Jinlan's house, she invited us to eat her own delicious food.
We - into the house, we saw the table laid out the production tools egg beater, oven, electronic scales, as well as a wide range of food ingredients raw steak, cranberries, shredded coconut ...... Auntie Jinlan homemade instructions, labeled with a variety of food ingredients and preparation methods.
We started with the Orleans barbecue wings, which were already marinated, and after they were put in the oven, they gradually browned and came through with a rich flavor as the minutes - and seconds - went by.
Auntie Jinlan told everyone to eat them while they were hot, and I took a bite, and wow! "This is also too delicious, better than those bought in KFC.
"I exclaimed.
I ate seven of them in one bite, and my mom said I'd become a little fat pig if I ate any more.
After the savory food, we were ready to do the sweet stuff again.
We made shredded coconut balls by rolling flour into balls and rolling them in snow-white shredded coconut.
The balls were put in the oven, and after a while to look at it, fluffy as a steamed bun, slowly, and through the very fragrant flavor of shredded coconut.
When I tasted my own shredded coconut balls, it was not only delicious, but also a great sense of accomplishment.
The last thing to do is to make a sponge cake, the whisk also came in handy, we poured the ingredients into the bowl according to the proportion, add water and mix with a mixer, then pour into the pan and put it into the oven, 10 minutes past, the sponge cake is really like a piece of sponge expansion, it's so interesting.
On this day, I ate all kinds of homemade delicacies to my heart's content.
Mom said that when the house in the countryside is built, and we buy a set for our own house, I will be able to eat these delicacies every day.
Expand the "beauty *** product" crab roe package crab roe is a local flavor of Changzhou snacks, commonly known as small hemp cake, often with marijuana cake as a gift with.
There are four kinds of fillings: caper, green onion oil, sugar, bean paste and so on.
Characteristics: shape like crab shells, golden color, more oil is not greasy, crispy and fluffy, sweet and mellow sugar filling, salty filling taste fresh.
The crab brain buns can be called "fine" in the breakfast.
Eat crab buns for breakfast, it is really a first-class enjoyment.
Last time I got a hundred points in the exam, my mom took me to eat crab buns early Sunday morning.
Look at the signboard of this store, there are only four words written on it: "Meng's Crab Buns", which is very famous.
As we walked around the corner, the smell of crab coming out of the store made me salivate.
As we got closer, the guests' figures looked hazy and crowded in the steaming heat, making it a unique landscape in the early morning.
"Two buns!" "I want two customized ones!" "Is my bun ready?" Everyone was a little impatient, and the waiters couldn't keep busy even as they kept shuttling between tables.
Mom and I managed to find a small table to sit at.
While we waited, I quietly observed the master's work.
They were so focused on making the buns that they didn't seem to be affected by the surroundings. They skillfully picked the fermented white dough into even portions, rolled it into strips and pressed it into thin round skins and then concave it into small bowls, and then quickly poured in the fillings that were dripping with golden crab oil, and then started to pinch the folds.
Their thumbs and middle fingers pinched tightly together, the index finger slightly outward pull, the formation of the bun closed "neck", this can be on the cage! The wait is always so long, it's not easy to get to our turn.
In front of the cage just out of the buns snow white crystal, thin skin full of filling, looking at the mouth.
Mom for me to explain to eat crab buns trilogy: "slowly move, gently lift, open the sky window".
That is, gently lift the top of the bun, move to the edge of the plate, lift the plate, slightly tilted to the edge of the mouth, and then, slowly bite a small bite, and then gently suck.
Alas, where I cared so much, picked up the plate on a big bite, which made a fool of himself, the soup splashed my face, scalding my tongue spit out my tongue "huffing and puffing" straight sucking the wind, it is a mess! Mom laughed and said, "No hurry, eat slowly!" I just put away the greedy look, savor it.
Mom in the small dish with ginger poured into the balsamic vinegar, I will be dipped in the bun ginger vinegar, bite, this thin crystal skin wrapped in a full of a wang of crab juice, excellent taste, fresh and delicious, that the crab flavor has been flowing from the mouth to the heart! No wonder the crab bun store is crowded! My friend, are you craving for crab? Then in this autumn crab fat days, with me to taste the "beauty *** product" - crab buns it
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