As soon as the magnolia flower buds germinated, grandma began to make magnolia crisp for us. The bud of Magnolia grandiflora is like an olive pit, with only a little flower at the tip. The receptacle is soaked in red and looks like a monkey's ass from below.
Grandma moved a small futon to sit under the magnolia tree, holding a red receptacle in her left hand and a flower tip in her right hand. She gently pulled out the thick coat petals and put them under the tree. The wind blew away the water in the flowers, and then gently tore them up with her nails along the tiny traces on the petals. After a while, the petals of magnolia flowers were arranged in an orderly manner on the plate.
After that, grandpa skillfully put them in a bowl, sprinkled with fragrant osmanthus oil, gently rubbed them, then made them into a paste with flour and eggs, put the magnolia petals in, and then fried them on both sides in a pot. We shouted around grandma, "I want something crispy." "I want a soft one."
We always rub our dirty little hands on our clothes for a long time before we pick up the hot cake. Delicious magnolia petals, smooth and delicious outside, tender and waxy inside, delicious. After eating one, everyone should try to eat. At this time, grandma always says, "I'll give it to you next time." We were very happy to hear that, and the petals of the glutinous magnolia were eaten again, and everyone was hip-hop around grandma.
This delicious snack and the smell of my amiable grandmother will remain in my heart and cannot be erased.