It is said that men in Guangdong and Sichuan are the best cooks, but my dad is definitely different. He only talks but doesn't do it, so he is often teased by my mother, but once he accidentally invented a great appetizer for my mother.
In our family, my mother always cooks, and my father often takes my brother and me to sit at the table and wait. My mother is busy in the kitchen, preparing dishes, cooking in a pot, and then serving.
Father never cooks, and even the simple next bowl of noodles can cook. Even so, his taste is very picky. After each dish is served, he always comments: the marinated tofu is thick, the fried pork with cabbage is small, the fried pork liver with garlic seedlings is overdone, and the stewed radish has too much salt.
For his father's "judgment", his mother ignored him most of the time, and at most gave him an oblique look: "Then don't eat it, as long as you know that you can fry it yourself." Sometimes when my mother is tired of listening, she will "warn" him: "If you say one more word, I will take the rice away."
Now my dad is honest. He took a sip of wine, first picked up a chopstick dish and put it in my mother's bowl, coaxing her: "Oh, I'm just saying, don't let others say it?" Then send a chopstick to your mouth and squint at it.
If there are guests at the table, he will keep pointing at each dish with chopsticks and urging, "Use chopsticks quickly and make yourself at home."
This action later "taught" his two daughters-in-law, and often deliberately imitated him in poor Sichuan dialect in front of my father: "Dad, move chopsticks quickly, you're welcome." We got the message and laughed heartily.
When you say that my dad cooks, you must say that he "fried" pork liver. After killing pigs in the New Year every year, frying pork liver is my dad's biggest worry, because when I was a child, my family generally didn't buy pork liver, and we could only eat this kind of "delicious" when we killed pigs in the New Year.
Every time before cooking, he would say to my mother, "Don't cook too hard, the fire will burn, and shovel a few more pots." My mother doesn't talk, but she will be more attentive than usual. Basically, she always cooks it very smoothly and delicately.
I tried this many times according to my father's experience, but it didn't work. Later, I learned that my mother used a firewood stove and I used a gas stove, which naturally failed to achieve the effect he said.
Later, we got used to it. Every time my father wants to talk, my brother and I will deliberately lower our voices, and then he will shout, "Mom, the fire is going to burn." After a few shovels, it will be out of the pot. "
Once my mother took my brother and me to visit relatives and didn't come back until the next day. She whispered to us in private: "Leave your father alone in the house this time, and I'll see if he can cook by himself." Just the day before, my mother bought a piece of meat, which was originally a toothache for the whole family. Because it's hot in summer, my mother puts the meat in a water tank "cold storage" to avoid spoilage too quickly.
When we visit relatives, we are sure to eat delicious food, so before we leave, my mother told my father that he could cook at home if he wanted.
After visiting relatives, I originally planned to come back the next afternoon. Because of the heavy rain, I didn't go home until noon the next day.
After returning home, my mother began to prepare lunch as usual. When she opened the lid of the water tank, she found that there was no meat. Thinking that my father should do it himself, she wanted to know how he did it. As a result, the three of us were blindsided as soon as we opened the lid.
There are several large pieces of meat lying lazily in the iron pot, each of which is five or six centimeters square. There is no side dish in the dark, which is obviously eaten by my father.
When I took it out again, my mother suddenly got angry. Each piece has my father's tooth marks, but it didn't bite open. Careful observation of the tooth marks actually shows a shaved and immature appearance. "This old guy, he must have no cooked meat." My mother picked up the meat and studied it carefully while complaining. She wanted to throw it away, but she couldn't bear it. She doesn't laugh or laugh. "When he comes back, I will repair him well. I always say it's not delicious here and there. You can do it yourself. Why don't you cook the meat? " ! "
It wasn't long before my father came back from working in the fields. My mother grabbed him by the ear, dragged him to the stove and asked him what was going on with a smile.
My dad smiled awkwardly while hiding: "This meat is really hard to cut. I just cut it a few times to save trouble and found it enjoyable to eat. " When I was frying, I specially lit a big fire. Stir-fry a few shovels in the pot and it's out. As a result, I couldn't bite. I put it in the pot for a while, but I still didn't fry it. I don't know what to do. I have to put it in the pot and wait for you to come back to see what to do. "
"What?" My mother was angry and said, "meat is meat, and pig liver is pig liver." Do you think that meat and pork liver, like you said, are cooked in a few shovels? " My dad took the opportunity to turn around and ran: "You should find a way quickly, don't waste it."
"Are you wasting or am I wasting?" My mother pretended to chase after me, which made my brother and I giggle. Even our children knew that the meat was cut so big that it was definitely not cooked, so they imitated my father and ran back and said, "Yes, it will be cooked with a few shovels. Don't fry it too old. "
At that time, meat was so expensive that I couldn't eat it twice a month. My mother naturally wouldn't let this good thing go to waste.
She picked the meat out of the pot, washed it again, sliced it with a new knife, then put half a bowl of rice in the pot and fried it, ground it into rice flour by hand, mixed it with a little pepper noodles and pepper noodles, and added salt and monosodium glutamate, wrapped it evenly in the meat slices, put it in a bowl, picked a pumpkin from the ground, washed it, cut it into pieces and spread it on it, and finally steamed it in the pot for an hour.
I am familiar with this practice, that is, steamed pork with rice flour (our hometown is called "Tairou"), but it used to be made with fresh meat. This is the first time I have seen it made with raw meat. At that time, we liked meat best, and my mother cooked the most, because there would be no loss of oil and water, and with the side dishes below, a catty of meat could satisfy the four of us.
But this time, because the meat was fried by my dad once, although it didn't feel so oily, it tasted more fragrant and waxy, and the pigskin was still chewy.
My mother accidentally invented a delicious dish through this last forced improvement.
Later, when the conditions at home were good, it was no longer difficult to eat meat. My mother often cooks this dish, but she uses deep-frying instead of my father's frying at that time, which is a bit like the current method of deducting meat from plum vegetables, but my mother cleverly combines the method of deducting meat with steamed meat.
Later, this dish became my family's specialty and my dad's favorite appetizer. But since then, my father has rarely pointed at my mother's cooking, and he eats whatever my mother does. More importantly, my father started cooking late, especially when my brother gave birth to a child. My mother often goes to Guangdong to help look after the children, leaving my father alone at home, so he has to cook by himself.
He also learned to cook some simple dishes, such as stewed pork ribs, cooked tofu, steamed rice, noodles and so on.
Now that life is getting better and better, it is no longer a problem to eat enough and wear warm clothes, but a new problem has emerged: what to eat for each meal? There seems to be a lot of food, and it seems that I am tired of eating everything. The same goes for restaurants and vegetable markets. I don't know what to eat and buy after shopping for a long time. I am full as soon as I eat.
Sometimes, the best appetizer is when we are most hungry.
But for me, there is also the most delicious appetizer, that is, our whole family sits together and eats mother's home-cooked food.
Others don't say it, I will say it myself.
It really has nothing to do with whether a person likes drinking or not. It's not that people who drink don't want to drink well, but that wine is better.
I remember when I was a child in the countryside, some old people liked to drink. At that time, the wine sold in the village canteen was still scattered, and they needed as much as they needed. The old man who loved to drink asked for 20 cents of wine, a small terminal and poured it into a small bowl. The little old man took a sip, then put his hand over his mouth (to prevent the smell of wine from running away), stood quietly for a minute or two, and then went to the salt jar to pick up an eye and put it in his mouth. He was very proud and comfortable.
I like a drink now, and the food is good. Let my friends see what snacks I drink and eat at home alone.
Salted duck eggs with wine is a good appetizer for me without vegetables. This salted duck egg has been eaten twice, and I can drink half a catty of white wine every time.
I was born in the countryside, and I have loved pickles since I was a child. Drinking pickles is the best taste, nothing else. I still use a pickle stick for half a catty.
I feel that peanuts are just a delicious food that caters to wine. Nothing tastes better than fried peanuts. A peanut in a sip of wine is unforgettable.
A piece of red tofu, a cucumber and a head of garlic, I can drink it in the dark.
It feels good to wolf down the wine and eat the meat, but I think I can drink some white wine quietly without any good dishes. The simplest wine is enough, a sip of wine, a bite of pickles and a peanut. My thinking about life, personnel and life is very energetic.
I am a Shandong man. I live in Linyi, Shandong. It's easy for a person to eat and drink half a catty of wine normally. I don't drink. I can drink or not. If I drink too much, I will sleep and not make a scene. Welcome to drink with friends and talk about life.
Best appetizer!
I watched it for a long time, and it was a difficult time decades ago. Let me tell you something I saw the other day, which is also about my grandparents.
Didn't you go to play the other day? I went by train. I bought a hard seat. There is a family sitting in the aisle. The old man is almost 70 years old, and the little grandson is only two or three years old. The couple didn't talk. There is basically nothing they want down there.
The old man took out a bottle of calf 2 and took a sip without a cup. I don't see any food on the table either. At this time, the daughter-in-law took out a small bag of fish skin and peanuts. When the child saw the food, he grabbed it and put it in his mouth. His mother also said that it was for grandpa to eat and grandpa to drink spicy food.
Guess what, the child suddenly spit out the peanut beans in his mouth. Hehe, there are only peanut beans left, and the icing on the outside is gone. The old man twisted it into a ball and put it in his mouth. As he chewed again, he touched the child's head and said with a smile, I know grandpa can't eat sugar. Well, my good grandson eats sugar and grandpa eats beans!
How about this appetizer?
Do you know how I feel?
What I thought at that time was that I wanted a drink and a bean, too. Sugar-coated, of course!
Boiled pig's head (3 kg), peanuts sprinkled with sugar (1 kg), dried cucumbers (6 or 7) and roast chicken (Goubangzi taste). Four dishes, two catties of pure grain cooked at 50 degrees, a small hip flask warmed (tin pot), and two or three friends got together (hot kang) to brag about the past and look forward to tomorrow.
The best kind of snacks should be available, and no one refuses to accept war.
The eighties were so pure and warm in my impression, and everything included drinking.
At that time, there were not many rural universities, which was a carp jumping the dragon gate. Because the poor can only choose regular classes, they are interested in the monthly subsidy of 15 yuan.
There happens to be a classmate in the class, and high school is also a class, which is very close to each other. The terrible thing is that we both like drinking!
I like playing football, so I have a big appetite. I have to dig out some favorite books or watch a 5-minute movie in the subsidy. The natural economic situation is stretched and embarrassed frequently.
But my buddy and I like drinking and can handle it. I remember a 52-degree B Daqu, two bottles of 2 yuan Ocean! Where can I buy snacks and drinks? Helpless, everyone had to pack a few cents of mustard tuber and wash it in a bowl with boiling water. Mustard mustard tuber has become a "hard drink" and boiled water has become a delicious soup. Two people have been holding the fist, the atmosphere is very warm. ...
My friend is now a university professor, and we often meet and drink together. Every time I talk about drinking in college, I can't help feeling. What a wonderful memory!
Many times, when I face the red wine overflowing from the goblet and the dishes on the table, I will still recall the lush years from time to time, and then feel: How good life is now, cherish it!
About 90 years ago, a cow in the village next door died in a fight. My old man bought a few catties of small triangular cast iron wood stove and an iron pot with two ears (on the table) for the hall (living room). Now that I think about it, it should be regarded as a dry pot, and the taste is still very memorable. It has been 30 years, during which my father and I have done it several times, and we really can't make the taste at that time. It's a little off topic, but I'm really impressed. I have to admire you.
My best appetizer was eaten in Loushanguan, which was the early summer of 1995. I was working in Guiyang with two workmates, and I had to wait a week before I went to Zunyi to look at the house. Not satisfied after reading it, I went to Loushanguan again. At that time, there was only one checkpoint house in Loushanguan, and the lobby on the first floor was a small restaurant opened by the stationmaster's wife. Although it was summer, it was very cold on the mountain, so they ate spicy hot pot with Guizhou flavor on the heating stove (called side stove in Guangdong). The three of them ate a pheasant, a rabbit, a mule (a small animal shaped like a fox) and drank three bottles of white wine.
It's all hard vegetables