After I went to college, I had classmates from all corners of the country and tried many unheard-of foods.
Before that, I didn't think rice noodles and mala Tang were a meal. Later, I chatted with my classmates in the south, and gradually realized that I was once narrow.
I can accept Wang Zengqi's colorful life and experience different foods, but I will also regret that my university didn't stew sauerkraut.
When I went to college, I left my hometown and came to Xi. The first time I ate stewed sauerkraut was in a northwest restaurant in Xiaozhai. I ate it with three other high school students. Four people ate 400 pieces, feeling the ability of Inner Mongolia people to eat meat. Using their own dialect is more or less carefree.
I can't help but envy those junior high school students studying in Inner Mongolia, but she said in QQ space that there is not much braised sauerkraut meat in Hohhot, but there are many vermicelli and soup, and the soup does not dry up.
Some students are from the northeast, where there is sauerkraut, but it doesn't taste right.
The stewed sauerkraut in my hometown is very attractive. I am familiar with the stewed sauerkraut with pig bones shared by my classmates in the space after returning home, but I can't eat theirs. I'm not sure if it's the same as mine. But I think, although my mother's cooking is worse than my grandmother's, she is still practicing hard. The braised sauerkraut cooked by my aunt and my second aunt is also delicious, but I don't know why the braised sauerkraut in the school cafeteria never surprised me from elementary school to high school.
Today, because I had a phone call with my mother this morning, I thought of stewed sauerkraut. She said that she happened to be at grandma's house and was going to eat. When I was chatting with my grandmother, she was still pointing out how to do it. I envy her.
At noon, I went out to eat with my roommate and walked to the window of pickled fish. I really don't understand why pickles in other places are spicy. It is really unfriendly to children who don't eat spicy food. I finally chose Jintang.
What can't be eaten can't be given up, and eventually it becomes obsession. The pork bones are fragrant, and the ribs are thin but a little fat. I feel just right. I can't eat fat. The meat is stewed. My mouth is not good. It's refreshing to eat it in one bite. There may be tenderloin peeled by my family. I'm happy and sad to think of it. I am glad that my family is really kind to me, but I am sad that I can't chew bones. When I grow up, I may not be able to eat meat by myself. As an Inner Mongolian, it's too uncomfortable!
Stewed sauerkraut is not bought in the supermarket outside, but it always smells like preservative. Although I don't know if this is right, grandma said so. Grandma's own pickled stewed sauerkraut, my mother will bring some home, my second aunt will also bring some, and my distant uncle and aunt will also send some.
Stewed sauerkraut in my hometown is a kind of food, but the lingering food can't keep many strangers. The heart it can take away is a child who took root at birth.
The stewed sauerkraut in my hometown may be similar, but each household is different. I always miss it at school, and I can't stand eating meat at home. What I miss most may not be what I eat. After all, I won't starve myself, maybe it's those important people.