Wednesday is an ordinary day, but my colleagues jokingly call it my family visit day, because I always go to my mother’s place at noon on this day to have dinner with her and chat about home affairs.
My mother is an ordinary rural woman. Throughout her life, she has adhered to the concept of diligence and thrift, practiced a diligent and down-to-earth work attitude, and followed a warm and generous way of treating others, so she has won the respect of people around her.
My mother has a very low level of education, but she has a pair of dexterous hands. She can spin and weave clothes, embroider shoes, beat drum fans, raise silkworms and pigs, plant vegetables and seedlings, fry and cook --- and she often uses her skillful hands to help relatives and friends. Neighbor, so he won praise from people around him.
My mother, a lonely old man who is nearly 70 years old, alone guards a mansion built with great pains, a home that embodies her life's efforts, and a picture hanging on the wall. photos. There was only an empty nest to accompany her. The birds each built their own warm nests and raised their own chicks. They only occasionally flew back to their nests to visit her.
Gradually, Wednesday became the day for our mother and daughter to get together, and it also became the day for us to enjoy delicious food, increase nutrition, and reminisce about old friendships. On that day, my mother would always prepare delicious meals that I loved to eat, and I was very happy.
When you step into the door, there is often a strong sweet and sour smell that hits your nose, goes straight into your throat, and penetrates into your body fluids. That must be my mom burning my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. My nostrils were tempted, stimulating my sense of taste, touching the nerves in my feet, and entering the kitchen. I saw a bowl of spareribs with full color, flavor and flavor already placed on the stove. It was covered in a sauce-red coat, with an oily sheen, and was wrapped in sticky sugar coating. It exuded a strong sour smell and had a hint of meat. fragrant. Gululu's stomach couldn't resist the temptation of such beauty. It flew down three thousand feet. Just be a greedy cat! Aiming at the lean piece of meat, pinched it with your thumb and index finger, and quickly put it into your mouth. It was crispy, sour and sweet. , the mouth is fragrant. I couldn't help but take the second and third blow, and my ladylike demeanor was gone.
Try the bowl of delicious food next to you. Look, each of the rosy faces, each of the shiny bodies, each of the delicate skin, each of them is crunchy, each one is wrapped in salt and pepper, each one is embellished with green onions, like little red flowers scattered in spring. In the green grass. It turns out to be fried shrimps with green onions! Try one, it’s crispy, fragrant and tender. Then the second one, the third one.
"It's time to eat!" Mom opened the pot, and a refreshing fragrance, with a touch of medicinal aroma, must be the fragrance of Pengha vegetables in Mom's vegetable garden. She first cooks the white rice and minced bacon, then adds minced carrots, fenugreek, lard, etc. and mixes it. The green, fragrant and nutritious vegetable rice is ready. She always uses a big bowl to serve me a big bowl, because she knows this is my favorite meal.
"Soup is here!" The soup is pure white, with some sesame oil flowers floating in it. The green vegetables must also be the fruit of my mother’s vegetable garden. A few slices of golden duck rolls stand out against each other and complement each other. Fresh duck rolls, that’s my mom’s specialty. I remember a delicacy that could only be eaten during the Chinese New Year when I was a kid. This is hard work. I remember my mother first mixing a few eggs with duck eggs. The duck eggs play a decisive role, because they make it sticky. Then put lard or fat meat at the bottom of the pan, fry it until the oil comes out, then scoop a few spoonfuls of egg liquid into the pan to spread it out, and rotate the pan while baking, until the egg liquid solidifies and turns golden, and the edges of the eggs are slightly raised. At this time, you can flip it over, and a round and thin egg cake will be out of the pan. Then spread a layer of mixed meat filling on the egg cake, slowly roll it into shape, and then steam it in a pan. After cooling, cut into thin slices, and it will be fresh and tender when eaten in various ways such as soup, steaming, hot pot, and squid.
“You can take this box of fresh duck rolls home to eat.” The mother and daughter chatted happily while eating.
In fact, my mother cooks home-cooked dishes, and the vegetables are basically grown by herself, which are all natural and green. But she is good at thinking and learning, and can keep pace with the times and innovate new tricks, so everything becomes super delicious under her magic hands. Spicy chicken, fish head with sauerkraut, meat stuffed with gluten, egg dumplings, dried prunes and vegetables, pickled fresh vegetables, cold lettuce, vegetable and shrimp wontons, radish and lard dumplings, rice dumplings, salted duck eggs, roasted sweet potatoes, etc. always make me eat with gusto. , lips and tongue lingering, belly round and mouth moist.
In fact, I also tried to learn how to cook and asked my mother for the steps and tips of cooking, but the taste of the dishes always felt not as good as my mother's, and it always seemed like something was missing. As time goes by, I gradually understand that behind every dish is a mother’s love, care, and good intentions for her children, as well as her joy when her children return home. Her dishes are made with deep family affection as the seasoning, deep love as the main ingredient, and hard work, kindness, generosity, and enthusiasm as embellishments. I don’t have my mother’s skillful hands, so I can’t serve her delicious food, but I can serve my recipe: caring as the main ingredient, going home frequently as the seasoning, happiness and health as the spice, and family happiness as the dish. name.