Taste in Memory Composition 1 Fragrant taste in memory, from once to often to forever-Inscription
Wang Xizhi loves geese, Gong loves stones, Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemums and Zhou Dunyi loves lotus flowers ... but I only like food. Growing up, I like coke chicken wings made by my great-grandmother best. Not only I like it, but also my sister and my whole family. The tempting taste-the cola taste in chicken wings, is unforgettable and will remain in my memory forever. ...
When I was a child, I was most looking forward to the weekend. Every weekend, grandma always cooks delicious coke chicken wings for me. Now every time I eat chicken wings, I will see grandma frying chicken wings.
Grandma put on an apron, took out chicken wings and thawed them in water. After washing, cut three times before and after, draw traces, and fry in the pot. Put oil in the bottom of the pot first, and then add the white chicken wings. Stir-fry for about a minute, then add salt, sugar, chicken essence, water, etc. At this time, the fragrance came straight down from the kitchen.
Every time I just come back from an interest class and haven't reached the door, this familiar smell gets into my nose. It smells really good! I can't wait to run into the house in three steps and two steps, lest my sister finish the chicken wings. I ran home panting, and grandma always smiled and leaned out and said, "Go wash your hands!" " "At this point, the elder sister has been waiting at the table.
Without saying anything, I washed my hands and rushed into the kitchen to watch grandma stir-fry chicken wings. The delicious chicken wings are golden brown soup, which is getting thicker and thicker. This fragrance is more anticipated than flowers in spring, watermelons in summer, fruits in autumn and brushed mutton in winter! I suck my nose, as if to suck all the fragrance into my nose and put it in my heart!
There is only one last step-putting coke. Coke into the pot, ringing "Zhazha", warmly invited chicken wings to samba. The fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, and I seem to see the white and sweet meat in the golden skin of chicken wings.
Out of the pot! Before I put it in the basin, I reached out and pinched one and couldn't wait to eat it. Hot, crispy, soft and delicious! In my eyes, coke chicken wings are more delicious than Michelin food! "Eat slowly, eat slowly, and be careful." Grandma always looked at me cheerfully and said
It's a pity that this kind of "sweet, crisp and soft" taste can't be tasted anymore. Great grandmother passed away last year. ...
From now on, this taste will always ripple in my heart …
The taste component 2 in memory is different from last year. This year's New Year's Eve dinner only gave our family three stutters. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, "tiger skin green pepper!" " I can't help but blurt it out. I haven't eaten this dish since grandma died. I carefully picked up a piece and slowly put it in my mouth, like a sacred ceremony. When the tip of the tongue touches the green pepper, a familiar smell comes to mind. Looking up at the photo on the wall, the same familiar smile, is this a New Year gift? I couldn't help the corners of my mouth rising, and a crystal tear slid across my face in a smooth arc. Mom saw it and asked, "What's the matter? Is it not delicious? " I shook my head and smiled and replied, "No, it's just a little spicy …" Only I know it's happiness and emotion.
Recalling the days when Grandma was still alive, every day I had a pair of small hands pulling her wide sleeves and shouting, "Grandma, I want to eat green peppers from tiger skin!" " "At this time, grandma always slides a rough hand over my nose and says," Little greedy cat, grandma will make it for you later. "I will laugh, jump, clap my hands and run away. Grandma also smiled cheerfully, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to turn into blooming sunflowers, and the sunshine seemed to leak out.
"Tiger skin green pepper" is not a famous dish, let alone a menu. But grandma seems to have magic, and that dish always makes me tired. Time always flies by. Unconsciously, I am no longer the "little greedy cat" I used to be, and my grandmother left us last year. Since then, I have never eaten the dish "tiger skin green pepper" cooked by my grandmother.
In a trance, my thoughts returned to the dining table. I don't know how my mother learned this dish. Things have changed, but the taste of this dish has not changed, except that the green pepper is a bit bitter. I can't tell whether my mother cooked badly or a few tears slipped in. Is miss, or moved, or happiness!
It turns out that the empty heart seems to be filled with something after grandma died. Yes, it is love! Maybe there are too many things in life where you will go, and we can't grieve for the dead forever. Perhaps as early as inadvertently, the person who loves you the most around you has passed something and entered your heart. One day, you will continue this love.
I am a great gourmet, and I can say that I am very proficient in eating. I have eaten all kinds of delicious food in the world, but the fish head with chopped pepper is the most unforgettable one.
The fish head with chopped pepper looks mouth-watering. There is a fish head on a round shiny plate with some red diced pepper sprinkled on it and a layer of hot oil poured on it. Bang bang! A fish head with chopped pepper is finished.
I picked up chopsticks gracefully and gently caught a small piece of fish. "Well, it's delicious!" I stare big eyes and sigh deeply. I am no longer dignified and elegant. I have swallowed a plate of fish head with chopped pepper. I kept slapping my mouth with my hand and my mouth kept breathing. "It's too spicy! Ah! " I put my head in my hands, stamped my feet and whined, "Ah! I can't stand it! " Although it is spicy, it is delicious. Touching the round belly and red mouth, a sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously: "It's delicious, I still want to eat."
It is very important to create delicious food. I really want to know how this dish is made, so I turned on my mobile phone and searched online. First, buy a fresh big fish, wash the fish head a little more, divide the fish head in two, soak the red pepper and chop it, chop the onion, chop the ginger, cut the garlic in half and chop it. Then, put the fish head in a bowl and grease it. Sprinkle pepper, Jiang Mo, salt, lobster sauce and cooking wine on the fish head. Then, put the water in the pot. After the water boils, put the fish and bowl in the pot and steam for about ten minutes. Then, spread the ingredients evenly on the fish head and steam for another minute. Finally, take out the bowl from the pan, put the wok on the fire, put the oil on it until 10 is ripe, then sprinkle chopped pepper on the steamed fish head, pour hot oil on it, and put it on a plate. A delicious fish head with chopped pepper is finished.
I remember once, I went to take a nap after lunch. When I was sleeping, I dreamed that my mother was making fish heads with chopped peppers for me, which made my mouth water in thousands of feet. When I woke up, I found a big wet pillow. My mother and I both laughed when we saw this scene.
Fish head with chopped pepper is a taste I can't forget since I was a child, and it is also a taste in my memory.
The smell in memory composition 4 The sunshine in winter is very shallow, and it falls into the room through the window, and the hut suddenly becomes warm. Reach out and hold a ray of sunshine in your palm. The palm of your hand is dyed warm golden yellow, which is familiar; The palm of your hand gradually heats up, and the temperature is similar; Look down and smell it. Sunshine is a warm smell, and I seem to have tasted it. In a daze, lost in memories.
When I was young, I played in the yard. The warm sunshine shines on me, and I curiously touch the sunshine sprinkled on me. The warm smell makes my mouth water. Turned and ran into the kitchen. "Grandma, I want to eat tremella soup!" "I cried and ran into the kitchen, grabbed grandma's leg and looked up at her imploringly. Grandma touched my head, took out tremella from the kitchen cabinet and soaked it in water. Seeing that grandma agreed, I walked away.
Seeing that I didn't make trouble, grandma moved a bench and sat in the yard cutting longan. The aroma of longan came to my nose, so I sneaked into the yard, grabbed a handful of longan and ran away. Grandma grabbed me at once, scraped my nose and said with a smile, "You ate all the longan. Why do you cook tremella soup? " I smiled and ran away from my grandmother. Grandma just smiled and shook her head and continued to cut longan. I ran away and began to enjoy the food. I accidentally caught a glimpse of grandma sitting in the yard. It was the sunset that shone into the yard, and grandma's back was inlaid with Phnom Penh.
Grandma peeled the longan and got up and went into the kitchen. I leaned against the kitchen door and watched quietly. Grandma put the soaked tremella into boiling water, then added longan and rock sugar. Then there is a long wait, but I am usually impatient at this time. Because this kind of waiting is worthwhile, and the end of waiting is infinitely sweet.
When the tremella soup is cooked, grandma scoops up the lid and the smoke fills the air. There is a smell of tremella in the kitchen.
I took the tremella soup from my grandmother and couldn't wait to take a sip. There is a warm smell between my lips and my teeth. A spoonful of tremella is sweet and delicious. After soaking longan in water, it is not as dry as it was when it was stolen just now. At this time, it looks like a ball, and it is round. But in an instant, a bowl of tremella soup has bottomed out. I wiped my mouth, picked up the bowl and said to my grandmother, "I want more tremella!" " Grandma smiled and gave me another bowl. When I fell asleep, the sweet smell lingered in my dreams.
No matter how the years passed, the warm smell of not fade away left an eternal memory.