Just like eating just now, it's not a bad thing if my mother can coax rice into my stomach with good words and some sweet words. However, sometimes, I really don't want to eat, and I can't persuade you. People often say: don't eat a toast! Mom has a reason to let me eat well. Because at that time, I always left some steamed bread the size of rice and eggs. If I don't finish them, I will waste them. I even threw the steamed bread into the woodpile secretly without my mother's attention, or poured the leftovers into the cesspit with farmyard manure. I was born in the 1970s. If you lived in the 1970s, you would deeply realize the importance of adequate food and clothing. At that time, although we farmers in the rural areas of eastern Henan were not hungry or cold, we were still struggling with food and clothing. All year round, after the Spring Festival, you can only eat pure wheat flour buns, and the rest are corn flour and red taro noodles! Remember once eating steamed buns made of elm leaves! Material life is hard, and housewives are also very careful about food. Even more unwilling to let us children who have never done anything difficult waste it! In order to prevent me from secretly throwing away some leftover steamed bread, my mother often loves to give me some sweetness. If you still can't control me, my mother will tell me a scary proverb: "leftover steamed bread makes you a little monkey;" Leftovers and children become donkeys! "Maybe now, you are full of expectations for cute little donkeys and lively little monkeys and feel super fun. That's because you and I don't live in the same era. The donkeys in my memory are all pulling plows! In particular, the pulled donkey has "the donkey is an eyesore" on its head, so that it won't feel like going around in circles and naively thinking that it is a straight line! On the ground outside the stone mill, a circle of deep pits was stepped out by the spinning donkey. Once slack, the master's whip will fall on him, and the donkey will be miserable. The donkey was so tired that it dripped all over. Finally, the host only gave a few straws to satisfy his hunger. I was scared when I saw it. Who wants to be a beaten donkey? And that little monkey, in the 1970 s, when there was no electricity in the countryside, sometimes went to a neighboring village a few miles away to see a movie! Not to mention television, cultural life is extremely poor. Sometimes after a year or so, a monkey trick comes from the village, all of which are dispatched by the whole village, and even people from neighboring villages will come to watch the fun. In order to win everyone's applause, monkey players always make monkeys do various actions. If you can't do it, raise your whip and beat the monkey hard. The poor little monkey was beaten and twisted, jumping up and down, and his mouth screamed from time to time. Looking at it is chilling! Turn me into a little monkey and a little donkey and get beat up? This is beyond my dreams! What do we do? Why don't we become them? So, after I was scared by my mother's words, I never dared to leave any bread. Even now, I don't want my wife to throw away some steamed bread and rice at the dinner table every time after dinner! Loosen your belt and work hard to finish it! Of course, now I will never believe that I will become a donkey and a monkey to get whipped. In fact, the most fundamental thing is that I am not willing to waste food! Sometimes I jokingly say to my wife, "I can't lose weight here." First, the food you cooked is so delicious. Second, the leftovers at home just make me fat! "! My wife scolded me: "why didn't you say you were delicious?" "Dear wife, don't call me a bitch, ok? Our life now is stable and rich. Do I really have a natural desire to eat as the writer Mo Yan said? I don't think so. I may still have a phobia in my heart, "alas! You haven't been hungry for 58 years! Am I not afraid of poverty? "I always laugh at myself! In our hometown, 58 years is synonymous with the hardest life. According to elders, many people starved to death at that time! In fact, I was born after 70, although I didn't starve to death at that time, it was also a luxury to eat some "good noodles" casually! I dare not leave a loaf of bread and rice. These are all "lies" that my mother turned me into a pony and a monkey, which scared me out of my habit!
Soon after I graduated from college and went to work, I started to deal in all directions sesame oil, and then I got married and had children. Now all the children have graduated from junior high school. I am over 40 years old. Although I have gained a firm foothold in the city, my hukou and ID card are all run by liangyuan district Baiyun. But I still feel that Mangzhong Bridge in Yucheng is my home, and there are my parents who are "city people"! The influence of city life for more than 20 years has not changed my identity. I have never spent the Spring Festival in the city. I always go back on New Year's Eve. In my hometown, I posted Spring Festival couplets to my parents, took my son to the ancestral grave to burn paper, set off firecrackers on the first day of the New Year, and asked a pair of children to kowtow to their parents to pay New Year greetings (so that they could receive red envelopes specially prepared by their grandparents and wet nurses), accompanied their parents to jiaozi last year, took their children to the elders' homes in the village to pay New Year greetings and sent them New Year greetings! In addition, on the first day of every year, I let the children stand on the heels of the back wall of the hall. I will draw a picture for them and measure how tall they are in a year. This habit began when my daughter was three years old, before her son was born. After having a son, we also let him join the team of painting bars! Looking at two rows of bars with different widths, I seem to see the real accumulation of time, and I can feel the massiness of time and the madness of years. Everyone who went out to work in the village came back, which is rare once a year. If I can see my childhood playmates again, wouldn't it be soon to say some "practical jokes" of that year? I think this has a taste of the year! It will be the third anniversary of my father's death soon, and the number of times I went home to visit my mother has become more and more frequent in the past three years. It's never been more than 20 days. I have to stay at home for one night, talk about the past with my mother, and then listen to my mother's "Half Moon Talk" in the whole village and surrounding villages! Sometimes, some things become a fixed theme that my mother talks about every night. I am also eager to learn and listen carefully. Because I know that my mother, who is nearly eighty years old, rarely has a devout audience who can calm down and listen to her story. Maybe she doesn't even remember saying it n times! The villagers at home praised me for being filial to my mother. In fact, my simple and kind folks, you don't know, I am also scared by my mother's "lies" and dare not slack off!
When I was young, my mother always instilled in me the idea that there was a God between heaven and earth. At that time, I always felt that there was an endless magical power in the world to govern this social order. As we often say now, "people are doing, the sky is watching, good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil!" Just like thousands of years of feudal rule, heaven and earth are gods and insurmountable! Of course, there are examples from my mother to prove it. For example, filial piety to parents and elders will touch God, and God will help me! I remember my mother said: In ancient times, a person served his sick parents wholeheartedly. One winter, her mother was very ill and wanted to eat live carp. 12 months, nowhere to buy. He ran to the frozen river, unbuttoned his clothes and lay on the ice to warm the cold river. Soon, the ice suddenly melted automatically and two live carp jumped out. After mother ate it, she recovered naturally. There is another person whose mother is seriously ill in old age. The doctor asked her to cook soup with fresh bamboo shoots before she could be cured. It is also a severe winter, and there are no fresh bamboo shoots at all. Helpless, he ran to the bamboo forest alone, holding bamboo in his hand and crying. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the ground cracking and quickly grew some fresh bamboo shoots from the ground. This man took it home to make bamboo shoot soup, and his fucking condition really improved; There is also a man whose family is poor and his father is seriously ill, and he needs animal liver as a drug primer. Because he had no money to buy it, he cut his liver with a knife to treat his old father. The most amazing thing is that his liver can regenerate itself and the wound heals naturally. In "Guo Ju Buries the Son", Guo Ju and his wife privately discuss burying their son Chen Guo alive to support their old mother and reduce the number of people eating at home. Their kindness touched the gods. The Jade Emperor decided to help them. Just as they were digging holes, they were asked to dig out a lot of gold, silver and jewels. In this way, their whole family will no longer have to worry about eating and save their lives. Later, his son studied hard and finally won the first prize. There are many examples From the perspective of materialism now, you may laugh at my mother and think that it is impossible. But at that time, I was in awe of these heroes who were filial to their parents! I really think their filial piety can make the gods in the sky appear! These people really need all our admiration. At that time they were worshipped as idols or role models! If I learn from them to observe filial piety and do more good deeds, I believe that all the good deeds I have done will be recorded in the credit book by God, and God will certainly take care of me in the future.
Of course, it is "what goes around comes around, not failing to report it, not failing to report it, and reporting it when the time comes!" Mother also has a vivid example: "Little Ma Ga, with a long tail, married his daughter-in-law and forgot his mother. Throw your mother into the mountain, bake oil cakes, dip in brown sugar, and try it first! " There are also such unfilial people. I heard that his son brought back the basket he used to hold his mother from the mountain. When he asked what it was for, his son replied, "When you are old, I will throw you into the mountains with this basket!" " "Under the pressure of his son, this man reluctantly brought the frightened old lady into the house! But in life, just make sure you don't starve to death. Once, he ran to the market early to buy a roast chicken and sneaked into the house. Hurry and send it to the daughter-in-law's house for the daughter-in-law and son to eat. The son said he didn't agree to send some to his grandmother. At this time, it suddenly rained cats and dogs, and a loud thunder shook my daughter-in-law's hand, and the whole roast chicken fell into an unweighted urinal. What if I can't eat? Give it to that old woman! When the son didn't agree, the man fished it out, wrapped it in paper and went to his mother's house. The poor old mother saw the roast chicken in tears and thought that her son and daughter-in-law had become better! Take the roast chicken and tell the grandson to eat it quickly. But when the old mother smelled it, she had a strange smell and asked why. This man stammered that it was another flavor! The old mother no longer doubted, but tore a piece and stuffed it in her mouth. At this time, the grandson came running and was about to stop when the man grabbed his ear and pushed him out of the house. The grandson cried out that he couldn't eat any more, so the man hurried to get rid of his son. Suddenly, there was another thunder in the sky, and this unfilial bastard was hacked to death on the spot. But the little grandson is safe and sound. Grandson rushed into grandma's house to stop grandma from eating roast chicken again, and explained the reason. The old mother screamed at the sky: "it makes rain, and people make death!" "You look, this is the sad end of the perpetrators! That's what we said: being struck by lightning! This story, in particular, made my hair stand on end, and made me believe that every unjust person would be punished by God! Now, every time it rains cats and dogs, it thunders in the sky that day, and I wonder, "Did someone around me do something bad and be taken away by the dragon?" "I always feel that God in heaven is the most just. Isn't that what we always say: you can't hide things from others? Our hometown, the rural area in eastern Henan, always loves singing operas. There is a play called "Luo Cheng Shu Gua". My mother appeared, and it was superb and extreme: Luo Cheng, with high martial arts and high spirits, should have lived to be 73 years old in Ye Yan's life and death book, but because she secretly did five outrageous things, ten years passed, and thirty-six brothers from every family came to tie the knot. And Qin Qiong are cousins, and they teach each other martial arts in the back garden. Qin Qiong taught them all, but McCullough secretly left a few tricks not to teach them, in order to prevent Qin Qiong from surpassing himself in martial arts; Before I was twenty-three, I married five wives in a row, and each wife was really kind to him, but he secretly killed them one by one. Other women are born to their parents, so what if one doesn't stay? And secretly used a comeback, picked the only son of sworn brother Dan Xiong Xin, and closed the back door of the single family (it was outrageous to let people die at that time); The most outrageous thing turned out to be that when Tang Wang accepted him, he made him bite his teeth and put on a saddle, catering to himself like an ox and a horse, and personally helped Tang Wang take eight steps (in feudal society, Tang Wang was the real dragon emperor, and if he was disrespectful, he would kill Jiuzu). This is really cruel, deceiving the upper and deceiving the lower! The gods in the sky saw that McCullough's wicked heart was really cruel, and they broke his fiftieth birthday without mercy. Fifty years of life has been deprived without judgment, which is the best explanation of how evil it is to be punished by God. That is, as in the present reality, when we see arrogant and unreasonable people oppressing good people, they will privately say, "We will not die a natural death! In fact, this is also a beautiful footnote for us to believe in' karma'! Perhaps we simple working people, unable to change the cruel reality in the face of rape, sincerely hope that God can give us ordinary people a fair. It may also be a foolish education given by the former rulers to our people, so that people can learn to be good and not tend to think evil. Of course, this is no longer something I could understand when I was a child. What I care about is that our god of heaven and earth is loyal and treacherous, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded!
When I was young, I was convinced whether my mother's "lies" had scientific elements. Moreover, from an early age, I felt that emperors of all dynasties were endowed with divine rights, which were insurmountable, just like an honest farmer, who respected the "Three Cardinals and Five Permanences". The example my mother told me convinced me that there is an invisible ruler in the sky to measure everyone's words and deeds. Maybe I am a "fool" who has always adhered to the idea of loyalty to the monarch! From a historical point of view, there may be a little awareness of small farmers. Just like me now, I am in my forties and have always believed in the illusory god in the sky (although I don't burn incense and worship Buddha everywhere! )。 As you may know, I have been engaged in sesame oil in all directions for more than 20 years now, and it is also a famous brand among Shangqiu specialties. Maybe in your mind, there is no concept of rape, no business, and your father can't eat pure sesame oil. I don't deny that some of our peers in this industry are indeed the objects you described. They earn ill-gotten gains by adulterating, short weight and shoddy (using imported genetically modified sesame seeds)! But I stick to my moral bottom line, not adulterating or faking. It's not that I hate money and wealth, don't love money and pretend to be lofty, but that I have a living god in my heart and a steelyard in my heart. I can clap my chest and say that every penny I earn can stand the test of heaven! Now, my business is booming, and many customers are full of praise for me. I think this sense of accomplishment of physical and mental pleasure is better than earning a lot of ill-gotten gains. Now, although I don't have a luxury car or a famous house, I am extremely rich. But all my children are healthy, my career is stable, and my life is stable and rich. I think this is the blessing of the gods in the sky! Dear friends, don't you think that sometimes happiness doesn't have to have a lot of wealth, but it is reflected in your own feelings?
My son startled me when he heard my mother's "lies". His eyes were wide open and his face was full of admiration. It is also full of pride that a mother can cultivate such a clever son for her "lies". I am also very fortunate that under the guidance of my mother, I can have the heroic spirit of pitching worthy of heaven and earth to face customers. Speaking of invisible gods in the sky, they are guiding my words and deeds. Suddenly, a sentence from Cangyang Jiacuo came to my mind: "The small black print on the cover won't speak my mind, so I will engrave the seal of shame and trustworthiness on your chest!" This snowy plateau is the biggest king and the most beautiful lover. Hundreds of years ago, he asked his subjects to be ashamed before believing. Maybe he firmly believes that the Buddha in Tibet will bless his country and the people will live and work in peace! Today, in the dust, I am not sticking to my beliefs and doing things that make me feel at ease.
Sunan people have a braised pork with distiller's grains during the Spring Festival. Father cooks several bowls every year and gives our children a bowl. The meat is fat and thin, cut into thin slices with a width of one centimeter, and the thickness of fat and lean meat is more than 10 cm. Skin up, neatly arranged in a slightly larger bowl, covered with distiller's grains, sauce in place, and then steamed in a steamer every day until crisp and rotten. When a bowl is served, put a piece in your mouth. The distiller's grains are fat but not greasy, and they are fragrant with meat. Even people who don't usually like meat can eat two pieces. Now my father is too old to do it. He will spend money to buy bowls, but we always feel that we can't taste the taste of father's own cooking!
My mother was born in 1942 and became a teacher after graduating from normal school. Mom is not only very literate, but also very thoughtful. As long as it is a dish she has seen, she will know how to cook it through observation.
Once my mother attended a wedding reception in the city and ate "crisp white meat". When she came back, she began to wonder what to do. That Spring Festival, my mother finally succeeded.
Since then, "crisp white meat" has also become the mother's specialty.
In the 1970s, people basically ate meat around the Spring Festival. The conditions at home are not good, and adults and children are looking forward to the New Year. When we were young, my mother worked hard to raise a pig every year and began to kill pigs at the end of the year.
Mom will use pig fat to extract oil to eat. But every time I leave a small piece to make "crisp white meat" for us.
Mom is very particular about making "crispy white meat".
Mother washed the fat and cut it into short strips the thickness of her fingers. Make a paste with proper amount of white water and potato starch. Then pour oil into the pot, turn to medium heat when it is 60% hot, put the cut fat into the pot, fry until it floats, and take it out and fry it twice. Then boil the sugar juice, pour the fried meat into the pot after boiling, turn off the fire, turn over the pot, stir the meat with a spoon, so that the sugar juice is evenly wrapped around the meat, and you can eat it. When eating, bring a bowl of cold water and dip it in water to eat without sticking your teeth.
At that time, few people could cook a dish, and those who could eat were simply so happy. When I was young, every holiday, my brothers and sisters would ask my mother to make us a plate of food.
Because my mother has cooking skills, so the wedding banquet in Shiliba Village will invite my mother to do the banquet. Mothers will show off this unique skill of "crispy white meat", and people call their mothers "Chef Zhang". Wherever she goes, she is respected. When my mother comes back from a banquet, she occasionally secretly takes advantage of her position to pack a pack of "crisp white meat" to satisfy our gluttony. Our childhood, because of the taste of "crisp white meat", has become particularly unforgettable.
With the continuous improvement of living standards, when we grow up, we won't ask our mother to cook "crispy white meat", so the number of times our mother cooks "crispy white meat" is less and less. Later, she changed the craft of "crispy white meat" to "pot-wrapped meat".
So "pot-wrapped meat" has become a main course of the Spring Festival on our table. Now that my mother has been dead for seven years, we can no longer eat "crisp white meat". Although "pot-wrapped meat" can be eaten in restaurants, it is not mom's taste.
China New Year is coming, and I miss my mother very much!
My parents' specialties are meatballs, cold lotus root and spinach soup.
When I was a child, I always looked forward to the Spring Festival, because there were new clothes to wear and delicious food during the Spring Festival.
Every year during the Spring Festival, there are three essential dishes, namely, Dad's specialty, meatballs, cold lotus root and Mom's spinach soup.
I remember that there was a drought one year, and there was almost no harvest, so eating became a problem. Seeing the root of the year, my family hasn't bought anything for the New Year. My father always smokes at the door alone, one after another ... I dare not say anything or ask.
On the night of New Year's Eve, my fourth uncle, who had not been home for many years, came back from Xinjiang. He is carrying a bag of things, including a big piece of meat! I was excited for a long time when I saw that piece of meat. I have meat to eat this year! Fourth Uncle also brought us some dried vegetables, dried spinach, dried radish, dried bean curd and two fresh lotus roots! I feel rich at home and eat more food! The most important thing is that fourth uncle bought me new clothes! I couldn't sleep that night. I am so excited!
Adding ingredients, it became delicious in the hands of mom and dad. My father made meatballs, cold lotus root and my mother made spinach soup. That year was my most unforgettable year, and I felt that it was the best year mom and dad did, with endless aftertaste!
Up to now, every Spring Festival, I have to put my parents' specialties on the table as a souvenir and a aftertaste! It's the smell of childhood! This life is unforgettable!
When my mother was alive, she cooked a good dish and was praised by her neighbors. One of them is called braised pork with plum vegetables, which makes me like it very much. Select pork belly with uniform thickness, wash the hair and impurities, then put it in a pot for 40 minutes, put chopsticks in the skin to judge whether it is ripe or not, take it out of the pot, cut it into cubes of about three inches, then soak it in sweet rice wine for later use, put a proper amount of cooking oil in the hot pot, heat it to 80 degrees, fry it in pork belly until golden brown, then take it out and cool it thoroughly, slice the pork belly thoroughly and evenly, put a proper amount of dried prunes at the bottom of the bowl, and slice it. Smell it at dinner time. It smells good and has a great appetite. Now, my mother tells me that I must make bowls on holidays, but I still miss my dear mother often.
My mother has been dead for many years. On New Year's Day, she may have guests, such as meat loaf, white pork, Su Huang cuisine and cold dishes. And make cakes for Sue or something. There are countless stories about mom. Say one. I once picked eggs from my plum, and those with white flowers were left in the basin. I remember that most of the pots were sent to my neighbor's house, saying that her chickens came to lay eggs. It is said that all my domestic chickens are Lu Hua chickens, and the eggs laid are white. Everything else in my house shouldn't belong to my neighbors. The neighbors were very moved. Later, she sent a big sack of soil grain, saying that my mother had fed the chickens, so she left it alone.
If you want to talk about my mother's specialty, in my memory, my mother has cooked for decades and I have eaten for decades. In terms of taste, I am used to the style and taste of my mother's cooking. I think every dish is good as long as mom cooks. I remember when I was a child, in that era of lack of materials, my mother always tried her best to make the most common dishes into dishes with different patterns that we liked, so that we could still eat all kinds of delicious food in that era. In my memory, everything I ate at that time was delicious. Until now, many flavors can only be kept in my memory, and I can take them out occasionally to savor them. At that time, all kinds of pickles pickled by my mother, pickles, noodle sauce and lobster sauce, still made me want to stay. I still remember one dish, steamed cake made by my mother with sweet potato leaves, which still made my mouth water. Today I'm going to introduce my mother's specialty, which is stewed fish. It's not that mom's cooking is anything new, but that mom thinks it's her children's favorite, so every time she goes home, she has to cook it herself. Sometimes after a long time, my mother will call me. Go home to eat when you are free. I will stew fish for you. During holidays, my mother always cooks her own fish. Even if I am old, I cook this dish by myself, and I never need help from others, because my mother knows that children like to eat my mother's stewed fish best. I remember that it was in the early 1990s, when I came home from school on holiday, my mother stewed a fish and a family of five got together for dinner. I want my parents to eat more fish, so I say I like fish heads. Mom and Dad, listen to me. They love fish heads. They all put out chopsticks to clip fish heads to my side. At that time, my brother asked me, brother, are you stupid? I said that the fish stewed by mom, the fish head is the best. In this way, mom and dad remembered that I like eating fish heads best. Every time I go home to stew fish, my parents always advise me to eat fish heads first. Sometimes when my mother cooks fish, she will save the fish head and call me to say that she will keep it for me. More than 20 years have passed, until now, my parents are old, and they still remember that I like fish heads best, but I still told my mother that I like fish heads cooked by my mother best. Every time I eat fish, I will think of this dish cooked by my mother, and there will be a warm current in my heart. I think all mothers in the world are the same. As long as the child says she likes it, the mother will try her best to satisfy it and enjoy it. I never eat fish head when I eat out now, but when I get home, I will still tell my mother that I like fish head best, and my mother will still leave it for me. It's a pity to carry on the tradition, friends. Which dish do you like best from your parents?
Our family's economy is good, but the food is not as delicious as the canteen.
My father used to cook jar dishes every New Year. This dish is basically lost, and I haven't heard of it for many years. I didn't do it. Too much trouble. This dish is cold, but it is a huge project. In the past, there was a burning altar for cooking altar dishes, but now it's in a high pot. There are many kinds of dishes, such as trotters, elbows, tails, pork head, beef tongue, tripe, beef tendon, chubby fish, carp, squid, dried eel, mushrooms, Moulin Rouge, bamboo shoots, radishes, Chinese cabbage, chestnuts, dates and whole chicken. What other meat, vegetables and fish can be added? Everything was cut to pieces. According to a layer of vegetables, a layer of meat, a layer of fish, the bottom layer of radish, all the way to the pot mouth. Add onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, aniseed, dried little seafood and stock; Most importantly, you don't need any high-color seasonings. Cook for 4-6 hours on medium heat, and skim off the oil when cooking. After cooking, put it in a pot and leave it in the shade for one night. Food will be frozen and eaten layer by layer, which can last for about a week. The color is white, glittering and translucent and lovely, with unique taste, especially delicious, much like crystal chicken!