To say that an ordinary meal will last a lifetime is just to describe that you can't forget it. I have remembered a meal for more than 57 years. It seems that I will never forget it until I die. At that time, it will be called a lifetime. I was drafted in July 1962. At that time, it coincided with three years of natural disasters in China. The people are starving and the army is rationed. The first meal to the army was "attacking the bunker", that is, eating Wowotou, which was buckled out in the same mold and looked like a bunker, half a catty. The officer specifically told the recruits to eat freely, but the rice was not eaten according to the quantity, alas! Our new recruits rushed to the bunker like hungry wolves. I ate three steamed buns (a catty and a half) and a bowl of cabbage soup for that meal. The delicious food I ate was so wild and fragrant. Now it is impossible to compare with any delicious food. Just talk now. Why can't I eat the taste at that time? Do you think I can forget this meal? I really want to remember it all my life.
There is an ordinary meal that I will never forget. 1968, I went to the countryside from Tianjin to Shanxi. I was in the third production team, and a kind aunt was very kind to me. She always said that the little Tianjin student left her parents and ran to a poor rural area. That's a real pity. After I transferred my job, I often went back to the village to visit my aunt. Once, my aunt picked a handful of beans and wanted to make braised noodles for me. She kept walking around the shed and kept saying, why doesn't this chicken lay eggs? Why doesn't this chicken lay eggs? A hen came out of the shed and screamed loudly. Aunt immediately went in and took out a warm egg. She made me a bowl of eggs and beans with this egg, Huimian Noodles. She said happily, Neil, eat quickly. I put a lot of oil in it. It's delicious. I ate egg and bean noodles with tears in my eyes and felt the maternal love my aunt gave me. Later, she became my godmother. My dripping kindness should be rewarded with a spring, and I respected my godmother for more than 30 years until she died of a heart attack in 2008. I dreamed of dopted mother many times, an amiable and reasonable old lady. Godmother, are you safe in heaven? In the future, I will go to heaven to find you, continue to honor and repay your old man, take care of your old man and godmother every day, and wait for me.
1New Year's Day in 975, I was able to go back to Zhengzhou for the New Year because of the night shift.
Liu Ruiying, a good friend, is also from Zhengzhou, and his parents' home is in Tieshan Mine, more than ten miles away.
On New Year's Day, early in the morning, Liu Ruiying called me to her house to celebrate the solar calendar.
I'm glad of Yingying's promise. Liu Ruiying is seven years older than me. She worked as an educated youth in Guangshan County, Henan Province, and had a wide range of knowledge. She said, "Let's take the mountain road to my house, take a shortcut and get there early."
Wuyang is located in the remnant vein of Funiu Mountain, with hilly terrain and winding roads.
At nine o'clock, I continued on my way, passing through the acacia forest behind the hospital and walking on the narrow path at the corner of the mountain. The hillside is covered with gray-yellow dry shrubs, the bare acacia branches scream in the cold wind, and the wind slips through the trunks and oak trees, jumping up and down, making me tremble all over and my cheeks stiff. I saw Liu Ruiying pick up some acacia branches from the ground, twist them a few times at random, and tie them on my cotton-padded jacket. She said, "It's good to keep warm from the wind!" Rub my red face with gloves and say, "Rub more, and be careful of frostbite."
Liu Ruiying and I arrived at her house near 12 o'clock. Fifty-year-old mother Liu greeted her kindly and said, "What a little girl! Drink some soup first and catch a cold! "
There is a big iron stove burning in Liu Ruiying's house, and the flames are blazing. I roasted peanuts while waiting for Liu's mother's soup. To tell the truth, I had a soup and steamed bread for breakfast, and pickles were so hungry that I was hungry after walking for more than two hours on the mountain road.
After a while, mother Liu came in with a pot of soup and milk, handed it to me and said, "Put the mat first, and the meal will be ready in a while." "
I picked up the catfish soup and ate it without letting Liu Ruiying taste it.
This ordinary soup, steaming, moistens my noodles. I stirred the soup and added fungus, day lily, miscellaneous, bacon, vermicelli, spinach, coriander powder and sesame oil. The vermicelli was sticky.
I drank a milk pot soup in one breath and shouted, "delicious, beautiful." "
I drank countless soups in my later years, but they were not as good as Liu's pot of soup. I have tried many times to make Liu's soup with my own ingredients, and the taste is not what I remember.
The pot of soup that went deep into my heart, the endless aftertaste of soup, never appeared on my dining table again, which became my eternal memory.
Is there an ordinary meal that you will remember for a lifetime?
A: It was really my first picnic in primary school when I was a child, and the location of that picnic happened to be arranged in a border area in the military camp. It's not so much a picnic as a direct statement. At noon that day, the officers and men of the army invited our primary school students into the canteen to have lunch with them. I still remember sitting at the dining table of the army canteen and eating the miscellaneous meals of the army with the officers and men who were still called uncles of the People's Liberation Army at that time. How happy and happy we were at that time.
Thank you for the evening!
Yes I will remember a bowl of shredded potato rice all my life.
1970 autumn and winter, when I was a sophomore. At that time, it called for "preparing for famine", and the school organized a camping training in our grade, which passed through Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces for ten days. Each person pays ten kilograms of food stamps and a few yuan, and each class draws three people to form a cookhouse squad, which is responsible for buying food and cooking. At noon the next day after the tour, we arrived in Dingshan, Yixing, and stayed for lunch. The teacher informed us that we were free in the afternoon, but we were not allowed to go out alone. Even so, everyone is very happy. We have been walking for more than ten days with a large army, and there has been no free place.
Dingshan, commonly known as Dingshu Town, is a big town in Yixing, which is famous as "China Taodou". Dingshu Town consists of three towns: Dingshan, Shushan and Tang Dou. It is said that it was more prosperous than Yixing county.
Zhao Jiansheng, a classmate who lives in the east of my home, was a child. After dinner that day, he asked me to go to his aunt's house in Shushan. My family has no relatives in Yixing, so I have never been out of the county. Zhao said that he often came, knew the way and wouldn't get lost, so he followed him to Shushan.
Later, I remembered that Aunt Zhao's home is now an old street in Shushan, Yixing, east of Dingshan. Slates paved the way along the way, and the market was built by the river. There are many boats selling pottery in the river, and there are many small tile houses and shops in the street. Every household makes teapots, and the blanks are hung under the eaves. In the house, it is made of clay and engraved with words.
Aunt Zhao's house is no different from others on the street. Two facades, two rows of doors on one side, two small cabinets filled with all kinds of teapots, washbasins, cricket pots and various small ornaments, with dried blanks hanging on the side. In the corner of the door, there are piles of purple clay, but not all of them are purple, some are red, white, yellow and black. I guess purple mud is just a general term, there are also various mud materials, and even teapot. ...
Further inside, under the dim light, there are several works, and the stairs next to them lead upstairs.
Upstairs to the south is the owner's residence, elegantly decorated, with paintings and calligraphy hanging everywhere on the wall. Later, I learned that people in Dingshu mostly make pottery, while people in Shushan mainly make teapot, so it is inevitable to carve words and flowers on teapot. So pot makers are good at writing and drawing. Although he is not a calligrapher or a painter, he is still a little level.
Off topic, gossip, get to the point. The upstairs in the north is a place to eat and entertain guests. We sat down, and Aunt Zhao was very polite. She even said that she was not prepared and had nothing for your children. Unexpectedly, Zhao took a fancy to a can of leftovers on the table (cans, pottery containers, generally larger) and said: Let's eat this rice!
During the training period, a kilo of rice every day is either a bowl of vegetables or a bowl of radishes, with a few oil stars floating on it, that is, you usually don't have enough to eat at home, let alone training, and you have to walk dozens of miles every day. Hungry, really hungry!
Aunt of course promised, so she took out two big bowls, divided a canned rice, and served half a bowl of vegetables and a bowl of soup left at noon. By the way, this kind of rice is actually not pure white rice, but a grayish yellow rice with at least 30% yam shreds in it. After a few minutes, I ate all the food and vegetables, ha! I finally feel a little full.
Children and adults have nothing to say. After eating, they wiped their mouths and turned away. Some people on the road also said that we might have eaten all other people's food. Zhao said, I'm just so hungry. Let's get something to eat.
Although I only ate a bowl of shredded sweet potato rice, there is nothing to eat, and it has been 50 years, but I have never forgotten this bowl of rice, let alone the best one, but I will remember it for a lifetime.
Yes, it's my first time to eat at my husband's house. The dishes on the table are simple cucumber patting, fried cucumber, cucumber mixed with vermicelli and cucumber dipping sauce. No, everything else is a cucumber feast. I was very angry at that time, but I still crustily skin of head and finished eating. What's more, he suddenly went to his house the next day. As a result, I saw my mother-in-law's brother coming and cooked a big table of good dishes. Now I still remember the difference after affinity.
I grew up in a poor family. When I came from a natural disaster three years ago, everything was so delicious. Once, an aunt in our hospital took me to her factory to accompany her on duty and take turns to watch the door on Sunday. At noon, she cooked and fried rape, that is, shredded radish noodles, put some salt, and fried them in a pot piece by piece. Very delicious. After eating rape, I cooked noodles with noodle soup and put some seaweed in it. That was the first time I ate laver! I not only remember that meal until now, but also cook it myself and often eat it until now.
I'll never forget that meal and that aunt!
Go to my uncle's house in Wuchang, because my uncle grows rice in Wuchang, but I haven't seen this uncle since I was born.
15, I chatted casually with the coach in the gym. The coach knew that my hometown was Harbin, so he asked me if I knew anyone who sold authentic Wuchang rice. I said ask for him.
When I call my old uncle, I always tell him that my family has a Wuchang uncle who grows rice in the upper reaches of Wuchang. In fact, to be honest, I still can't tell the variety and quality of Wuchang rice.
The coach asked a lot, and I went back to my hometown as soon as I saw it, thinking that I might make a small sum of money [covering my face] [covering my face]
When I got home, my aunt and cousin drove me to Wuchang and met this uncle.
This is an ordinary meal in my long-remembered life.
My uncle's family is very enthusiastic. When we came, all the relatives around us came. This one took some rice, which one took a few bottles of wine, and what fruits and vegetables strolled around the chicken [love] [love] [love].
The lunch at my uncle's house was actually quite grand. Chicken, duck and fish were pickles.
While eating rice, my uncle told us that there were several bags of broken rice in his house, which were selected from the best Wuchang rice and specially stewed.
The first time I smelled the rich fragrance of rice, I cooked the rice and opened the lid to dry.
We talked a lot about eating, drinking and having fun. It's past four o'clock in the afternoon, and then I want to eat some rice.
My uncle said that this meal is delicious when it is cold, and it has specific heat.
I will really remember this meal all my life. Although it is cold, it is particularly elastic, translucent and oily, so delicious that I really don't believe there will be such delicious rice in the world.
After returning home, my uncle told me that this kind of rice is absolutely special because most people can't eat it at all. Even the sifted broken rice is hard to find [surprise] [surprise] [surprise].
Yes
Although it is not a lifetime, at least until now, because it is less than a lifetime, I have remembered it for 27 years and I can't forget it for a long time.
1993, graduated from technical secondary school and worked as an intern in a steel plant. The master is a female worker, about my age, very sincere and enthusiastic.
On July 1 day, the headquarters gave each of us a bottle of wine and a cigarette to thank the masters for their careful guidance and training.
Lesbian, do not smoke or drink, is it appropriate for me to send it? After more than a day's hesitation, I'd better send it, because my pocket was poor at that time, and it was less than 100 yuan a month. Cooking and buying snacks by yourself are basically tight, and there is no extra money to send other gifts to the host.
My "gift" is very solemn. I said hello to the master in advance. I will go to the day shift in July 1 day and go to the master's house after work.
I wanted to leave after delivering things, but when I came in, wow! Fruits and snacks have already been placed on the coffee table in the living room, and the owner and her mother are cooking in the kitchen. The master's father is not tall, enthusiastic and talkative. He warmly greeted me to sit on the sofa, peel fruit and pour tea. During the conversation, I know that the master's father works in the group finance department, which is an enviable department. Seeing that I was leaving, he held my shoulder and said, let's go after dinner.
I am a very practical person. I was young at that time, just in my early twenties. People have said so, and I didn't insist on leaving, so I sat down to eat.
The master's father took out a bottle of white wine, which was white porcelain and said it was not bad. Have some. When the wine is poured into the cup, it is thick and smells delicious. He poured the wine and we drank it together. I don't know how many cups I drank. It was hot and nervous, and I felt a little overhead for a while, but I was embarrassed to say that it was just sweating.
After a while, a fish came up and steamed, and the host warmly let me eat it. I can't remember. It seems that the master gave me a piece of fish. The first time I ate fish, I stuffed it in my mouth. Where is the fishbone? As a result, a few fishbones got stuck in your mouth, so they couldn't chew it badly and dared not swallow it. I don't know where the wastebasket at home is, and I can't spit it out. Besides, the hot weather makes me sweat all over.
I feel dizzy. I have finished eating. When he was about to leave, the master's father took out two tickets and said that there would be a performance at the unit club tonight, and all famous actors from all over the country would come. Let's go and see the performance.
When I was watching the performance, I was a little dumbfounded. I only remember jumping up and down on the stage, screaming at the top of my lungs, flashing neon lights, and applause and cheers from the audience. ......
1993 It's been almost thirty years, and I always remember this meal.