Grandma's Taste Composition 1 Tofu is a very common home-cooked dish. You can buy a big piece in the market for only a few dollars. On the other hand, grandma always makes handmade tofu during holidays. The family was reunited at grandma's house, eating handmade tofu served by grandma, and their mouths were full of deep love.
Although the production of tofu looks simple, in fact, its technology is extremely complicated. It is grandma's care and seriousness that makes the taste of tofu unique and delicate, including grandma's care and love.
It was early spring when I went to my grandmother's house. As soon as I got off the bus, my grandparents greeted me warmly. A faint smell of beans also unconsciously flowed into my nasal cavity. Needless to say, this is the long-lost fragrance of fresh tofu. I looked around for the source of this fragrance.
Sure enough, my mother said to me, "Grandma is making tofu!" "In the clearing in front of the house, I finally found the wooden box with tofu. I think I'm still making tofu. Grandma gently lifted the lid of the box, and in the slightly chilly air, a hot smoke with aroma came face to face. I saw grandma magically take out a small bowl and scoop it out of a wooden trough. A bowl of hot tofu flower appeared in front of my eyes. On weekdays, tofu flower is also one of my favorites. I took the tofu flower handed me by my grandmother and slowly stuffed it into my mouth. The white and tender tofu flower seems to melt in the mouth, and the taste is handmade. Although it is light, it is much more delicious than before.
It seems that the time at grandma's house has been shortened by half. After an afternoon, tofu took shape. As a result, there are all kinds of tofu dishes in dinner: a plate of braised tofu is set off by lights, Huang Cancan's soup is charmingly sprinkled on tofu, as well as fried tofu and boiled tofu, and so on. The table is full of steaming food. Looking at so many kinds of dishes, I don't know what to eat. Just like watching, I am full.
Out of curiosity, my chopsticks first extended to grandma's homemade tofu. Tofu is cut into large pieces and the color is light yellow. The small potholes above are symbols of handicraft and food. Pick up a piece and put it in your mouth, and the smell of tofu with a little onion will overflow in your mouth. My whole body seems to be full of happiness at once. How delicious it is!
Now that I think about it, it seems that I haven't eaten tofu cooked by my grandmother for a long time. That kind of food seems far away from me, but it is played back in my memory.
Grandma's tofu, grandma's taste.
Grandma's Taste Composition 2 Today, it is another Mid-Autumn Festival night. A bright moon hung high in the sky, accompanied by Qiu Chan's wailing. However, as long as you eat a cold lettuce tip, your cold heart will gradually warm up and dispel loneliness.
When it comes to cold lettuce tips, I have to mention my grandmother. My whole childhood was covered with her footprints.
When I was a child, every time I went back to my grandmother's house with my mother, I would clamor for her to cook. My kind grandmother always brings me a cold lettuce tip, quietly watching me gobble it up, watching me skillfully pick up a lettuce tip with chopsticks, put it in my mouth and chew it with relish. Cold lettuce tip is a home-cooked dish, which is economical and nutritious. Five dollars can buy two or three green vegetable tips in the vegetable market. Wash it with clean water at home, pour it into boiling water and blanch it a little, then take it out and put it on a plate. Then add garlic paste and olive oil, a little salt and vinegar to the dish, or add other seasonings according to your own taste, and mix well to serve. The cold lettuce tip is light green and crystal clear, like a jasper. Pick up a piece and send it to your mouth, and a hint of sweetness arises spontaneously, bringing a fragrance to the taste buds. If you eat it in summer, you can still feel a coolness between your lips and teeth.
Moreover, the cold lettuce tips cooked by others outside always feel a little not very delicious, not as delicious as grandma's, and maybe not as delicious as grandma's.
Now that grandma is gone, every plate of cold lettuce I eat seems to be a spoonful of deep thoughts, not a dish. "Since ancient times, it has been crisp and lonely." In autumn, eat a plate of cold lettuce tip, and the taste is not only between your lips, but also in your heart.
There was a faint autumn wind blowing head-on, with the taste of missing, and the familiar smell of grandma flowed in the wind. Later, make a cold lettuce tip and taste its sweetness quietly. Shallow autumn, light and shadow-deep thinking under rubbings; Shallow autumn, deep and shallow shadows-whispering deep love.
Good early autumn! You are also safe on the horizon!
Grandma's Taste Composition 3 Food has always been what people live on. It not only gave me a feeling of fullness, but also gave me a feast rich in sight, smell and taste. I am very sensitive and picky about food. My family found me difficult to serve, but I finally found a taste that suits my appetite and won't make me picky about food at all.
When it comes to grandma cooking, I can't find anything wrong. Besides paying attention to the taste of food, he pays more attention to the health of food, which is worse than the famous chef on TV! After eating delicacies, they all taste the same. Then why can only grandma's cooking please me? The answer is simple, because grandma pays more attention to the principle of health than anyone else. In order to be weak and sick from childhood, she looked for all kinds of herbs everywhere and cooked nutritious herbal chicken soup. No matter how tired you are, just drink it and refresh yourself immediately. His method seems simple, but if you don't grasp the weight ratio, the taste will be worse. First, boil the water, then add the whole fat chicken, then add the nine-story building with special fragrance, the fragrant mint and the fishy houttuynia cordata, and finally stew for two hours to complete the medicated chicken soup with a hundred times the spirit.
Besides herbal chicken soup, grandma has two famous dishes, assorted noodles and Japanese tofu miso soup. First of all, the salad oil is good, the onion smells fragrant, the crackling sound, the pot is fried, and the atmosphere in the kitchen is warm. When the fragrance overflows, you can add crispy pork liver, slippery cuttlefish, naughty Chinese cabbage, QQ fish board, yellow noodles and clams that don't close properly, and finally add soy sauce and salt to taste, and a bowl of assorted noodles is finished. It tastes like a strong hometown flavor, and the fish and vegetables with yellow face and strong teeth are a perfect match.
Another grandma's specialty is Japanese tofu miso soup. First, put the washed tofu into the soup. The sweet sound of doodle in the pot is the dance of tender tofu in the soup, which brings the delicious tofu to the extreme. Then add some kelp and miso, sprinkle some salt before cooking, and a bowl of hot miso soup is served. My mouth is full of tofu miso when I drink it. After drinking it, you will enjoy it again and again, and it will become a good taste that you will never forget in your life.
It was my grandmother who told me to let go of my picky about food, let me regain my enthusiasm for food, and let me taste the strong flavor of my hometown. I decided to pass on this happy taste from generation to generation.
Grandma's Taste Composition 4 It was sunny at noon. As soon as I opened the door, the fragrance floated into my nose.
In order to welcome the "guests"-our arrival, grandma went to the market early and bought us a chicken. After repeated selection, she finally bought a hen.
"Grandma, is it sauce chicken?" I'm looking forward to saying. "Yes, how do you know?" Grandma frowned and asked me. "My nose is the most sensitive!" I walked into the kitchen as I spoke. My grandmother is short and chubby, with a mushroom head and curly hair.
"Prepare materials!" Grandma rummaged through the ingredient cupboard and finally found one-grandma's own soy sauce, which contains many delicious materials and is more delicious and tender. First add a little soy sauce, cut the onion into strips, cut the onion into tubes, then pour the soy sauce, and then put all the ingredients in and stir. Then turn on the rice cooker, put the chicken in, pour in soy sauce and ingredients, and then cook in the rice cooker for 30 minutes. Ding saw the electric cooker start, and I smelled a strong fragrance. The fragrance wafts away, making people want to eat a piece.
After 30 minutes, the cooked chicken will emit smoke, then cut the cooked chicken into pieces and eat it after cooling. This kind of chicken is tender and delicious. Take a bite. It makes you want to take a bite.
The delicious chicken in soy sauce makes people linger. Even my mother asked my grandmother to teach her how to cook fried chicken.
"Click" only sees a photo sound. It turned out that mom was taking pictures. My mother must send it to a circle of friends! Sure enough, my mother made a circle of friends. Some of my mother's friends praised her, some made a drooling emoji, and others. ...
This is the smell of grandma. It is a simple sauce chicken, but it can make people drool, and people can't help but make friends and want to eat.
Grandma's smell-that smell, printed in my heart. ...
Grandma's Taste Composition 5 There are many worries that are easily overlooked in life. Maybe mom washes our shoes, maybe mom tidies up our things, or maybe grandma cleans our quilts.
As long as I can remember, I have often slept with my grandmother. Every time I sleep, I feel the bed is soft. I feel sleepy when I just lie down. It's like going to heaven. Very comfortable! Quilts often give off warm sunshine and a fragrance, not to mention how beautiful they are.
Once, I felt very strange, so I quietly observed it carefully.
After getting up, I secretly stood on the windowsill. I saw grandma pick up a big and comfortable quilt, put it in a big basin, and then turned on the water pipe. After the quilt was completely submerged, my grandmother spilled washing powder in it and soaked it for a while. After a minute or two, grandma grabbed the quilt and rubbed it hard. Repeatedly, the water turned black, and my grandmother drained it out of the basin.
Grandma first grabbed some quilts and rubbed them in the water. She carefully rubbed the quilt from front to back, from left to right, from big to small, from inside to outside, and then sat in a chair for a while, then emptied the basin of water, filled it with another basin of water, and began to clean it for the last time.
Grandma took the corners on both sides of the quilt, jerked it up and down, and then lifted it up and down. After doing this five or six times, grandma wrung out the quilts one by one, then held them on the clothesline, shook them off and spread them out in the sun. After working for about half an hour, grandma's face flushed and she sat on the sofa panting.
Now, I finally know that the reason why I can sleep in such a comfortable quilt is that my grandmother cleaned it silently behind my back. I think, not only the smell of sunshine comes from the quilt, but also the smell of grandma's love.
Grandma's Taste Composition 6 Today, it is another Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night. It was dark outside the window, and Qiu Chan's crying was particularly bleak and sad. But as long as you eat such a cold lettuce tip, it will always warm your thoughts and destroy your loneliness.
When it comes to the tips of lettuce salad, I have to mention my grandmother, who accompanied me throughout my childhood.
When I was a child, I went back to my grandmother's house with my mother, clamoring for her to cook for me. My kind grandmother always served a plate of cold lettuce tips, sat quietly with a slight smile, and watched me skillfully pick up the lettuce tips with chopsticks and put them in my mouth, chewing them with relish and swallowing them happily. Cold lettuce tip is a home-cooked dish, which is economical and nutritious. Five dollars can buy two or three green vegetable tips in the vegetable market. Wash it with clean water at home, pour it into boiling water and blanch it a little, then take it out and put it on a plate. Then add garlic paste and olive oil, a little salt and vinegar to the dish, or add other seasonings according to your own taste, and mix well to serve. The cold lettuce tip is light green and crystal clear, like a jasper. Pick up a piece and send it to your mouth, and a hint of sweetness arises spontaneously, bringing a fragrance to the taste buds. If you eat it in summer, you can still feel a coolness between your lips and teeth.
This is the smell of grandma.
Now that grandma is gone, every plate of cold lettuce I eat seems to be a spoonful of deep thoughts, not a dish. "Since ancient times, it has been crisp and lonely." In autumn, eat a plate of cold lettuce tip, and the taste is not only between your lips, but also in your heart.
There was a faint autumn wind blowing head-on, with the taste of missing, and the familiar smell of grandma flowed in the wind. Later, make a cold lettuce tip and taste its sweetness quietly. Shallow autumn, light and shadow-deep thinking under rubbings; Shallow autumn, deep and shallow shadows-whispering deep love.
Grandma's Taste Composition 7 Call Mom to ask for the secret. Mother burst out laughing. Did you add too much flour? The sweet potato is steamed and dried too cold. Huh? That's a clever trick. After work, I was busy scraping off the potato skin, cutting it into small pieces and steaming it in a cage. After about twenty minutes, the kitchen smelled of sweet potatoes. Pour the sweet potato into the pot, sprinkle with a few spoonfuls of sugar, add a shovel of flour and rub it hard. When the flour and sweet potato are completely integrated, grab a small piece and let it go. The oil in the pot began to bubble. Throw the oil cakes in one by one and turn them over several times. When both sides are brown, quickly clip them out to control the oil. Less than half an hour before and after, a plate full of steaming oil cakes was tempting the tip of the tongue. I didn't rush to taste it, but put it in front of me and looked at it carefully. I felt that I couldn't get enough of it. Take out your mobile phone and pat it. Everyone has it. Hurry up and show my masterpiece in the circle of friends. Please taste it for free and reply. I was secretly complacent, and suddenly I felt that women should not only learn to dress up their appearance, but also occasionally cook good food. It felt so good!
A reply from my little niece touched my heart. She said that the smell of home, once the old lady's favorite smell, is still crying. The old lady she mentioned is my grandmother. Yes, sweet potato oil cake is also one of grandma's favorite snacks. Grandma has been away from us for four years, but her voice, face and smile are vivid, and I feel that she is always by my side. I will reply to my niece, so let's eat pancakes and wish her all the best in heaven. But I can't learn oil cake from my mother. Crispy outside and tender inside, soft and waxy, sweet but not greasy. I wonder if my grandmother taught her the secret. I think it should be, or maybe she specially trained this craft and cooked it for grandma. I suddenly want to call my mother and tell her that the fried cake was successful. It's already 2 1 o'clock, and my mother should have gone to bed. I had better tell her the good news tomorrow.
Everyone has his favorite food, which may be the taste of home, mother or grandmother like me.
Grandma's Taste Composition 8 In the warm and sad years, some people and things have already been integrated into our lives, but they have been remembered in different ways.
Everything in the world has its own flavor, or it is full of our flavor. There is a taste that has already penetrated into the heart and spleen, and the faint taste buds sometimes overflow the tip of the tongue, which reminds me of some long-term memories.
One of the simplest and most intimate smells has been lingering around, and this is the smell of grandma. When I was a child, because my parents were busy with work, I often put my elder sister and I at my grandmother's house. My grandmother and my big uncle helped to look after my five cousins, and our two sisters often made flowers at home. As far as I can remember, grandma always wears an apron when she seems to have no free time. Grandma has a big pocket on her apron. She often takes out snacks such as rock candy, candied dates and hawthorn from her pocket and gives them to us greedy kittens. Grandma is dizzy and often carries cool oil with her. Snacks always have a faint taste of cool oil, but we still eat them sweetly, which is grandma's unique taste.
At that time, my uncle's family was not well off, but all kinds of side dishes made by my grandmother often made us drool, and even the most common wax gourd, eggplant and tofu became delicious food under her cooking. I still miss grandma's braised white gourd, and the fragrance of the entrance has made my mother and I unable to make that taste until now. Every summer, grandma makes homemade sweet pickled peppers, which is my favorite dish. Smelling the special mika will make your appetite worse. After taking part in the work, every time I go to see my grandmother, I have to prepare a few bottles for me to take away. Now I also make it according to grandma's recipe in my spare time, but it's not as fragrant as grandma's own.
Grandma devoted her whole life to her mother, uncle and our two generations. She is tireless, simple and kind. Although she has little education, her words are quite philosophical. She passed on her strict family education to her children and then to us. Under grandma's example, we and several cousins have a kind, diligent and grateful heart. Although there is no great wealth, it is our principle to be sincere and practical. Grandma's teaching has benefited us for life.
Grandma left us on the Dragon Boat Festival that year. Whenever the Dragon Boat Festival, jiaozi smells good. . . . .
Grandma loves us with mountain-like persistence and simplicity, and gives her simple feelings to a dream without reservation. Then, in this beautiful dream, we grow and mature with the taste of grandma!
Grandma's Taste Composition 9 At night, I counted the stars in the sky, looked at them blinking, remembered the pimples in the batter I had just eaten, and sighed: "It smells good!"
Just after 5: 30, a smell came from grandma's kitchen and hooked my nose. Yes, I was attracted by the smell.
When I went to the kitchen, I found those were just like jiaozi. "Grandma, it smells good. When will dinner be served? " I rubbed my hands and stared at the steaming pot. I couldn't wait to take out a few pieces and taste them. "You are a greedy cat. Wash your hands and eat quickly! " Grandma smiled and turned the batter in the pot with a long spoon.
After nearly ten minutes, the batter was out of the pan and everyone was waiting at the dining table.
Grandma wrapped the big iron basin in a wet towel, bowed her back all the way and said with a smile, "Here we go, serve!" " "
Grandma picked up the rice bowl, helped me to serve it, and said in her hometown's "Mandarin": "Come, eat more, this is delicious! "I picked up the bowl, smelled it first, then picked up chopsticks, picked up another piece, and finally put it in my mouth to chew slowly. A mellow fragrance surrounded my taste buds. "Mmm ~ delicious!" My eyes are shining, and I can't help but admire loudly. I continued to pick up one piece, which seemed to be thicker than the others. "Ha ha, this is really like" cheeky "! "Everybody leaned in and burst into laughter.
However, it didn't take long for a bowl to be finished. I got up and left my seat: "another bowl of' cheeky', it's delicious!" Everyone laughed their heads off again. As time went on, laughter came and went. Whenever I talk about "cheekiness", everyone will laugh unscrupulously, so happy and kind. ...
After dinner, my mind was full of laughter and laughter every time I mentioned the "cheeky" family. I went to the balcony and looked at the stars in the night sky. They blinked and seemed to hear the laughter of my family. I also want to come down and taste the taste of "cheekiness" and experience family happiness together.
Grandma's Taste Composition 10 It was a fragrant summer, and my mother and I went back to my grandmother's house. Along the way, I looked out the window at anxious to return and couldn't help glancing at a pool of lotus flowers. Against the background of dark green lotus leaves, the' light' lotus is more petite and soft. Grandma's lotus should bloom more beautifully, I thought.
After running for nearly an hour, I finally arrived at my grandmother's house. Far away, I saw grandma sitting quietly in front of the yellow mud house, staring at the lotus pond in front of the door. The lotus fragrance in the yard is also faint. I can't help but speed up the pace, quickly bypass the bamboo forest, along the lotus pond, and run to grandma. Unexpectedly, one stumbled and fell into grandma's warm arms. I smell my grandmother in my arms, fragrant and warm, like a lotus, clear and faint.
"grandma!" I called my grandmother, and my tone was full of thoughts and dependence on her. "Hey hey kid finally wait until you come back. You see, the lotus in the lotus pond has just blossomed a few more today, just waiting for you to come back and see it. " I stood up from my grandmother's arms and dragged her to the lotus pond.
The graceful lotus flowers in the lotus pond, pink, white and Baise, are all hidden in the green lotus leaves of the pond. The delicate lotus, like a shy woman, looks beautiful against the tall and straight lotus leaves, like a handsome man. "This year's lotus is really beautiful!" Grandma must have taken care of it.
In the evening, grandma and I enjoy the cool in the yard. Moonlight shines softly in the courtyard, like a layer of frost, but there is no frost. I lay in my grandma's arms, quietly smelling the smell of grandma and the fragrance of lotus flowers, and listening to her telling me interesting stories about my childhood.
"Remember, the year when the lotus bloomed for the first time after it was planted, you were wearing a lotus leaf hat, holding a half-open and half-closed lotus in your hand, and chanting the poems I taught you about the lotus. You are a lotus fairy! " I smiled, and my mind echoed with some vague but still existing memories. I still remember the poem: The next day, the lotus leaf was infinitely bright, and the next day, the color of the lotus was different.
Grandma's taste is the same as the lotus I loved since I was a child. Light but beautiful.
Grandma's Taste Composition 1 1 In daily life, my sensitive sense of smell can make me smell all kinds of smells. Some of them are disgusting and smelly. After smelling them, I really want to stay away from them. However, there is still a rich fragrance that is unforgettable for me. For example, the delicious dumplings just cooked, the delicious winter melon soup cooked by grandma, or the pig's trotters stewed by mom, the delicious taste can't help but make my index finger move and my mouth water. These are unforgettable scents.
Among many delicacies, the most memorable aroma is jiaozi made by grandma herself. Maybe you're curious, what's so special about jiaozi made by grandma herself that the fragrance will linger in the kitchen? The reason is not only that the dumplings made by my grandmother are more practical, but also that my grandmother has injected care into my family. Because the jiaozi made by Grandma must have been made by Grandma herself, and you can't buy it anywhere outside. I remember when I was a child, my grandmother would have a very important festival to cook jiaozi, and that was Chinese New Year. Every new year, grandma will start preparing all kinds of materials for making glutinous rice balls. My grandmother's dumplings have different tastes, including mushroom dumplings, shrimp dumplings and so on. Every taste makes my mouth water, so I can't help running to the kitchen to taste it before serving it.
Then grandma began to cook delicious food, jiaozi, and decades of cooking skills will show their talents! When jiaozi is half cooked, grandma will add a little soy sauce to make it taste better. With this step, the taste of jiaozi will be better, and then the fragrance will begin to float out of the pot. Soon, this fragrance will pervade the whole kitchen and make you unforgettable after smelling it. After cooking jiaozi, we began to enjoy grandma's jiaozi. We were all surprised after eating it! It feels delicious and elastic. It can be said that my grandmother's cooking is the most delicious food in the world in my mind.
Whenever I eat dumplings made by my grandmother, I will eat bowl after bowl. Besides enjoying the unforgettable fragrance, the most important thing is that grandma's concern for her family is accompanied, so this fragrance is full of happiness and unforgettable fragrance.
Grandma's Taste Composition 12 Grandma has followed me since I was a child. So that now recalling the past, most of them are about grandma.
What impressed me the most was the scene when I asked my grandmother for candy. When I was a child, I liked eating sugar very much. Fruit candy, milk candy, all kinds of soft and hard candy, chocolate, almost all the candy I can eat, and my teeth are not good, but I don't feel pain when I have sugar in my mouth.
I still remember one time I did something wrong and was scolded by my mother. I cried all the time when I was a child, and almost didn't overturn the roof. Finally, I was tired of crying, so I ran to my room alone, and no one took care of it. I didn't even eat dinner.
There is a light in the room, but there is always a feeling that it will not light up, as if the heart and the world are covered with a layer of black cloth. Looking through the window, it was dark. Outside, they chatted with the guests with relish, probably forgetting me, and no one asked me out to dinner.
However, the door was knocked down by my grandmother. She magically pulled a toffee out of her bag and gave it to me. Then she touched my head to comfort me. When she left, I peeled off the candy paper and ate it. I don't know whether the milky fragrance conquered me or those short words of comfort made my mood gradually improve.
This has happened several times.
I'm still with my grandmother, but as I get older, there's naturally nothing to say.
Today, she happened to go out to buy food and brought me a bag of chestnuts. I was too lazy to thank her, so I hurried upstairs to do my homework. I didn't open the bag until the chestnuts were getting cold. There is a butterscotch stuffed in the pile of chestnuts, which is shiny and looks very eye-catching.
It's a common brand, but it's not sold much now. I peeled it off and tasted it. It has a strong smell of milk, which is even more memorable when it is in my mouth.
The smell of toffee will stay in your mouth for a long time even after eating it.
There won't be a toffee in the chestnut bag, obviously it was put by grandma. I haven't eaten toffee for a long time. Now I either eat high-grade chocolate or occasionally choose two pieces from the candy bag. Butterflies look and taste strange.
Only its taste will never change, and so will that love.