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65438+1October 25th Creative Adventure: Your Favorite Menu

Cantonese cuisine, Anhui cuisine? Henan cuisine

These are three sets of recipes that I thought of when I saw the topic.

Cantonese food is the longest I have eaten, but my memory is not deep.

I have eaten Anhui cuisine several times, maybe dozens of times. Every time I eat, I feel like a passer-by who tastes in a hurry and leaves in a hurry.

Henan cuisine is the memory of my childhood, which nourishes the delicious food when I grow up. And now I'm getting farther and farther away from her. Not a few times a year. Every time I eat it, it's a family reunion day. My father can't understand my attachment. He eats so lightly, but I eat happiness or satisfaction, love for my hometown, or feel happiness, satisfaction and love from my hometown.

That year,

Mom's still here,

I'm not sick,

Good health.

From the 23rd year of 2008, I began to prepare steamed buns with different shapes, my favorite jujube hill steamed buns. It is made of dough boards and kneaded into various patterns, which means auspiciousness, perfection and happiness. After steaming, the shape is fuller, the color is softer and it exudes attractive sweetness. The red dates dotted on it make the surroundings dizzy, and the color of light scattering is not willing to be destroyed.

Naughty children always dig up red dates to eat, and then adults come and beat them up. )

I still remember jiaozi at the New Year's Eve dinner that year.

Dad started chopping meat one night in advance, and the two kitchen knives at home will only fight side by side at this time.

When, when, when. . . Pieces of fat and thin pork and onion ginger slowly become minced meat and onion under the blade, and the minced meat sticks to both sides of the blade. My brother and I were young at that time, and we would try it together. It felt like two knives chopping meat.

Dad never let us, and sometimes he promised to give us a try.

When he was cutting meat, he completely lost his nature and stood by, looking at us nervously, for fear of an accident, my mother would say beside him:

Don't let children chop meat, knives are all sharpened.

Be careful in the new year.

Dad quickly put the knife back,

Well, give it a try, and you will win. Go and help your mother with the white radish.

We rushed to mother's place to help, to help, to make trouble, or to make trouble with the greedy cat.

The pork squeezed from the pot, plus the oil residue squeezed from the pigskin, can be eaten after a little scalding, and it is really delicious for a lifetime.

I really like the feeling of the night before New Year's Eve.

That feeling is so happy.

I even hope to stay forever in this feeling of preparing for the New Year's Eve.

My family was at home that day, and my parents were talking and laughing. My father tells me a joke from time to time and tells me an anecdote about his work in Xuchang. This is whether his hand is holding a kitchen knife or cutting meat.

With the sound of firecrackers, the prelude of the New Year's Eve dinner began.

People began to expect who would eat the coins wrapped by jiaozi?

Everyone is looking forward to eating it himself, and luck will always accompany him this year. If other family members eat it, everyone will be very happy. I hope everyone will have a disease-free year.

Dad began to prepare to eat jiaozi's dip.

Slice the scallion, put it in a porcelain bowl, sprinkle with a layer of dried Chili powder and a little salt, pour peanut oil into the pot, and pour it into the porcelain bowl while it is hot. Onions and Chili powder are stirred instantly, and red oil bubbles. I watched the waves of saliva being swallowed by me.

Jiaozi in the pot is almost cooked.

. . . The first bowl of jiaozi is to worship ancestors first. . .

This work is done by the hostess at home.

My mother held the first bowl of jiaozi in the atrium of the hall, looked at the tablet of our ancestors and said, my brother and I stood behind my mother and read together: Bless our study and progress.

Then, this bowl of jiaozi was given to Dad. Dad has worked hard for this family this year. This bowl of jiaozi should be given to Dad first.

Dad always puts one in my bowl and the other in my brother's bowl with chopsticks. He went to pour a spoonful of prepared dip into the bowl, and jiaozi in the bowl became very beautiful.

When my mother offered sacrifices to her ancestors, my father lit red firecrackers in the yard, and red firecrackers were everywhere in the yard. If it snows, it will look like red plum blossoms.

My brother and I were fighting in the yard,

Mother leaned against the doorframe with a bowl of jiaozi and watched us making noise.

Maybe I'm busy at work now, or I don't even know why. The frozen jiaozi in the supermarket made me forget the happy memories that only this recipe can give me.

There is only one dish on this menu, jiaozi. For me, it is rich. )