One: red bean paste
Before freezing in winter, my mother-in-law will cook soybeans in a pot, and the cooked beans will be fermented in a clay pot. After a few days, the cooked beans will spit out some sticky silk, and the beans will gradually change color. Before long, the beans will all turn black. My mother-in-law said she could get some sun. At this time, I will think of the silkworm baby who can crawl. It seems that these black beans can also move, otherwise how can they spin silk?
The weather at this time is mild, although it is not as cool as autumn, but it is the most suitable for drying things. I helped my mother-in-law to dry lobster sauce on the roof of my east house. My mother-in-law has laid a big nylon bag on the roof. The beans were sticky when they were poured in, and I spread them out with my hands. The houses in my house are all flat-topped. Anything that needs to be broadcast is put on it. I remember when my uncle just bought a mobile phone, the signal was not good. Every time I call, I see my uncle rushing to the top of the building, and then I find him holding a half-brick mobile phone and shouting, Did you hear that? Did you hear that? I've been thinking under the eaves, is it convenient or inconvenient?
Every few hours, my mother-in-law will go to the roof to turn over beans. Under the abduction of her mother-in-law, the beans will soon be separated and eventually become independent. The leaves of the buttonwood tree under the south wall fell out, and occasionally tiny branches fell on the beans, which my mother-in-law carefully picked out. Sometimes black magpies fly in and smell them with their noses. It didn't taste good. They flew away as soon as they flapped their wings.
Sun-dried bean mother-in-law put it in a clean paper bag and told me to make bean paste next spring.
People are most afraid of the depth of spring, and they don't meet the green and yellow. At this time, they have no money to buy food. Every family used to make bean paste. My mother-in-law tied up the paper bag and put it in the kitchen. My mom didn't do it. I want to learn my mother-in-law's craft.
I ate a lot in the first month. When the first month comes out, my mother-in-law is going to make bean paste. Mother-in-law said that after harvesting in winter, the smell of radish disappeared, which is the best time to wrap jiaozi or make bean paste.
My mother-in-law and I washed the radish out of the cellar and cut it into beautiful squares. First, put the dried beans in a big pot, pour the green radish on it, pour the onion, ginger and pepper while it is hot, cover the pot, let it stand and ferment for one day.
Under the fermentation of beans, the radish slowly seems to be cooked by half a square, and it has a soft feeling when bitten with your teeth. In the morning, my mother-in-law got up early to make millet porridge and put a bowl of black and green bean paste on the table. Chopsticks move, there is only one feeling, spicy feeling. The whole family had a delicious meal, especially me. I ate an extra steamed bread and planned to lose weight.
Later, I learned to make bean paste, but most of it was fermented by my mother-in-law in winter and brought to our house. Only ready-made bean paste was made in spring. When I was in Linjiacun, I served a poet friend of mine with bean paste on the wine table. After eating a bowl, the poet friend asked for another bowl. He said it was the best bean paste he had ever eaten. After meeting in Zhucheng many years later, he said that what he missed most was the bean paste he had eaten at my house.
Two: leek zygote
In the sultry summer, when a family eats less, her mother-in-law will change her family's taste in another way. Seeing her busy figure every day, I always feel guilty for not learning to eat.
Gompa drinks a few mouthfuls every meal, and he can smell the alcohol on him from a distance. Sometimes I joke with him that my father has drunk several barrels of wine all his life. Mother-in-law said that he had been soaked in wine, and my father-in-law said slowly, if you don't think I drink, please prepare for my funeral. Wine is my life.
The pickles on the table of every meal are also carefully prepared by my mother-in-law to take care of my father's taste. The affection between them exists day by day in quarrels and abuse.
In summer, leeks grow tall, like an irrational woman. Spring leeks and autumn leeks can be fried and eaten, and summer leeks will rot in the ground if they are not managed. Under the careful care of my mother-in-law, the vegetables in my home are the fresh leaves of Wang Zhengxian in any season. After lunch, the figure of her mother-in-law swayed in the garden. She said it was not good to cut leeks in the morning, and the dew was heavy. Leek roots rot easily when exposed to water.
Cutting leeks is also learned. My mother-in-law used a leek knife to slowly cut the leek into the basket two centimeters above the root of the leek. Then cut the leek field with a leek knife and bury the leek roots with soil, lest the leek roots rot in the rain at night. In the afternoon, the garden was surrounded by hot air, and the thick fragrance of leeks filled the narrow space. The white hair on her mother-in-law's head is soaked, and the flowered shirt is also wet.
Mother-in-law sat down on the bluestone board outside the gate. Seeing her mother-in-law come back from cutting leeks, her neighbor's sister-in-law came over and picked leeks with her mother-in-law. They chatted with their parents in the west for a while while picking leeks. I used to wash the leeks picked by my mother-in-law when I was at home. Mother-in-law and other big sisters came home and began to mix noodles. Her mother-in-law's pasta skills are also first-class. She said that the most important thing to make a leek box is to make the noodles soft. She copied the mixed noodles to me with her hand, and the noodles seemed to drip from her palm and flow like water.
Wake up for a while after makeup. The leek mother-in-law grinds it into small pieces with a knife and mixes the fried eggs. If there is shrimp or shrimp skin, it is also ground and mixed with a knife. Finally, pour in peanut oil and salt. My mother-in-law said that salt should be put in the end, so that the leek zygote is delicious.
Mother-in-law tears the soft dough by hand, gently puts it with a rolling pin, puts the leek stuffing on the rolled dough, corrects it clockwise by hand, and then a twisted nose appears on the dough, and then presses it hard with the palm of her hand. Then her mother-in-law threw the pressed leek zygote on the hot cake claw and ate it. The oil in the fertilized egg exploded because of the heat. After a while, her mother-in-law turned the zygote over with a shovel, and one side of the zygote was covered with emerald green. When my mother-in-law turned the other side, it was also emerald yellow. Cooked leek zygote should be eaten hot, and it is best to eat it with porridge. My mother-in-law will make a mixed kimchi with coriander, pepper, onion and shredded kimchi. Leek zygote, shredded pickles, porridge, another hearty meal.
Three: sesame seed cake
I had a bad reaction when I was pregnant with my daughter. I was teaching, and the doctor in the village was an uncle of mine. He criticized my husband, saying that my niece's pulse is so weak, how can she hold chalk?
Walking on the road after school at noon, worried about not having lunch. What do I vomit when I eat? That terrible smell almost vomited the five internal organs, and finally bile was spit out, and the mouth was like chewing coptis chinensis.
It's only 200 meters from school to home, but it's like a long journey and I'm bored all over. I feel a little dizzy after a few steps. Wang Shulan is my student. She said you were ill, teacher. Your face is like a scattered egg yolk.
Before I got to the door, a sweet smell that I had never smelled before got into my nostrils. This fragrance, like an open spring, guides my appetite. I want to eat. This is the first good reaction since I got pregnant.
Rhubarb dog saw me enter the room, followed me kindly, and licked my trouser legs with his mouth. The civet cat, which was fat by her mother-in-law, was lying lazily in the yard. Bamboo swayed in the wind, and an oriole flew over the bamboo leaves, making a beautiful sound.
After work, you go to lie down on the kang first, and mom will make you sesame cakes to eat. My mother-in-law is sweating profusely.
When there is a mother-in-law and a good dough on the panel in the door, her mother-in-law is frying sesame and peanuts in the pot, and the delicious smell comes from the pot. I went back to the house, put down my backpack and quickly helped my mother-in-law make a fire.
My mother-in-law asked me to go back to my home to rest. I said I was in good spirits today. I want to see how my mother-in-law makes sesame cakes. My own mother has never made them. My mother-in-law told me stories while frying sesame seeds. Gongdie has two brothers, Gongdie and Gongdie, and the old lady has been living with Gongdie. On one occasion, my in-laws were cooking jiaozi at home and were met by an old woman. But my in-laws are unfilial and don't want to give it to her, so they want to make a fire, but they just don't open the pot. The old woman knew that her family was jiaozi, so she deliberately stayed. After the old woman left, jiaozi fished out by her in-laws was not jiaozi, but thick noodle soup.
The old woman who came home was very sad. She said that if I bought jiaozi, she would be eager to give them soup. Why is she so cruel that she would rather suffocate jiaozi than give it to me? My mother-in-law was very sad when she heard the old woman's words. She wanted to improve her life and make her happy, but she didn't have the money to cut the meat for jiaozi. My mother-in-law found some sesame seeds and half a bowl of peanuts in the broken kitchen at home, fried them, ground them and baked sesame cakes for the old woman. Unexpectedly, the biscuits baked by my mother-in-law are said to be much more delicious than those baked in jiaozi.
From then on, my mother-in-law often made sesame cakes for old women. Later, when the old lady was old, her in-laws did not support her, and her mother-in-law took care of her alone. Finally, the old woman was seriously ill, and what she wanted most was the sesame cake baked by her mother-in-law. Mother-in-law worried that the old woman's mouth was not good, so she made dough with eggs and peanut oil without adding water, so that the baked sesame cake was fragrant and crisp and melted in the mouth.
Listening to my mother-in-law's old story about my family, I suddenly realized that eating is also a kind of morality.
Mother-in-law crushes the fried sesame seeds and peanuts with a rolling pin, peels the peanuts, and puts the crushed sesame seeds and peanuts into a large bowl with sugar. My mother-in-law has made it, and it is also made of egg peanut oil. I rolled the noodles, and my mother-in-law wrapped them in the same way as the leek box. The only difference is that it is leek stuffing, not sesame stuffing. As soon as the sesame seed cake is put into the pot, because it is a mixture of eggs and oil, there will be a sweet fragrance floating over my hut at once, and the oily sesame seed cake will be ready in a moment. I picked up one and stuffed it in my mouth before the pot was cooked. It's delicious. After eating three at a time, my mother-in-law was wrinkled with joy.
I know you must like this kind of food. I've been thinking about how to restore your taste these days.
After listening to my mother-in-law's words, I am not only grateful to the baked wheat cake for awakening my lost taste for more than a month, but also grateful to my mother-in-law for letting me know what filial piety is.
Four: leeks
At the end of autumn, persimmon trees were covered with strings of yellow lanterns, and my pomegranate smiled askew. My father and I began to harvest Muyi frost grass in the river ditch to keep warm in winter. My mother-in-law said that my father couldn't do farm work when he was young, and piling up fields and raising them was her mother-in-law's specialty. My mother-in-law shook her blue coat and said that all the women who lived well in their own hands were forced out by lazy men. If you don't do it, neither will he. How does this family live? Someone must do it, and the person who does it is the one who is tired of life.
My mother-in-law will be careful all her life, and no one can beat her at the speed of hoeing. No matter how hard the day is, the children will have a meal and enjoy it. When winter comes, my father is busy building a cabbage cellar and collecting cabbage and green onions. The body of the green onion is still in the green period, and the mother-in-law will pick the tender onion leaves, leaving only the onion and the old leaves. Boil the peanuts that have just arrived home in a pot, cut the onion leaves into small pieces, put the peanuts at the bottom, sprinkle with appropriate amount of salt and pepper monosodium glutamate, and stir with chopsticks, and the light onion dishes will be ready.
In the evening, my mother-in-law will cut the pumpkin into small cubes and cook it in a pot, stir the flour into tiny flour grains and cook a pot of sweet pumpkin porridge. Mother-in-law will steam a pot of tortillas with a little flour mixed with corn flour, delicious tortillas, light onion fragrance and sweet pumpkin porridge, and the whole family will have a full meal. Perhaps, as my mother said, we peasant children are just straw bags and are used to simple food. Once we have the opportunity to eat sea cucumber and abalone in the hotel, we will not only feel guilty about eating delicious food, but also feel hungry. Poor stomach and sweating mean poor food, and rich people will not adapt. If their stomach and heart don't adapt, they will feel uncomfortable. Especially inside, there is a feeling of being immigrated.
Five: spicy food
As soon as winter comes, spicy food will be on the market.
My mother-in-law and several aunts wandered around the market in small groups, some carrying baskets and some carrying small baskets. My own basket has a round bottom and a square bottom, and the upper layer will be mixed with different colors. This basket looks like a very practical handicraft. Sister-in-law's basket next door is the best. I've always liked her little round basket. Once I came home, she gave me one. When I got home, I knitted some bought the cloth flower in the basket, and the exquisite flower basket hung obliquely above the shoe cabinet. Every time I look up at home and see a basket, my mind flashes the shadow of my hometown.
Hometown, like a woven basket, my mood, my concern and my homesickness bloom in its small space.
There are two kinds of spicy, one is called stupid spicy, and the other is called foreign spicy. My mother-in-law told me that she could only cook stupid spicy dishes, and the spicy dishes she made were spicy and fresh. Spiced vegetables can be pickled, and the acne pickled by my mother-in-law is also delicious. She will first fill the pickle jar with washed acne, preferably a mud jar. My mother-in-law will pour the cooked jiaozi into the pickle jar in turn, add the aged sauce slices and fried peanuts, and the pickles at the end of the year can be eaten. It's crispy! Gently copy out a bright yellow pickle by hand. In spring, thin shredded pickles, thin shredded peppers and lean meat are fried in a pot, and dad's wine is eaten and eaten.
To make spicy food, choose the big and neat one. My mother-in-law will buy one bag at a time and keep it for a winter. Choose one or two and put them outside. Other mothers-in-law will dig a deep hole in the mound outside the gate, bury spicy things in it, and dig while eating, which is fresh every time.
My mother-in-law is particular about cooking spicy food, usually after dinner, so that she can eat it the next morning. The washed spicy food is sliced first, and then cut into shapes slightly thinner than chopsticks. Put a little oil in the pot, stir-fry the spicy food until it is half cooked, and add shredded radish, which is usually the amount of a whole radish. Stir shredded radish with a shovel and immediately put it into a jar or a small basin. The hot air can't be emitted, and the top layer is tightly covered with radish slices. If you like spicy food, you can put a handful of peeled peanuts.
In the morning, my mother-in-law will cook sweet potato porridge, that is, porridge made of sweet potato and rice, white fat steamed bread, hot and sweaty. If she catches a cold, if she eats spicy food with chopsticks, her nose will be unobstructed at once.
Six: peanut candy
As the saying goes, the twelfth lunar month is getting closer every day. Off-year is unusual. My mother-in-law said to tell those who are far away from home to try to go home.
Steaming rice cakes, making tofu, sweeping dust and buying new year's goods are all busy. My father went to the market early to buy soft dates, dried persimmons and honey food. My children and I still like peanut candy made by my mother-in-law.
Peanut mother-in-law picked the round and full ones, fried them during the day, ground the peanut skins off, ground them into small pieces with a rolling pin and put them in a dustpan. When we were having dinner, my father drank some wine and wiped his mouth. I immediately made tea and handed it to him. He watched TV and said, it depends on your mother's craftsmanship again. Your mother's craft is not a day or two. You should study hard and cook your own food in the future.
I said, dad, why can't you do anything?
Who says I can't do anything? I can kill pigs, but I quit now. When my father was young, he killed pigs at the food station.
If you want to wash your hands of it, it's not that easy. You will still go to hell after you die. I'm joking with my father-in-law.
A crow's mouth, what does not die, small New Year. My husband almost slapped me twice and gouged me out. I quickly got off the kang to help my mother-in-law light the fire.
My mother-in-law asked me to winnow the crushed peanuts to see if there were any peanut skins, so that I could find a good rolling pin. My mother-in-law also told me to burn a fine fire, using only straw, and the fire should be even and slow. After the water boiled, my mother-in-law poured a catty of brown sugar into the pot. About five minutes later, my mother-in-law dipped the top of chopsticks in water and saw a long thread pulled up. My mother-in-law asked me to pour peanuts into the pot. My mother-in-law began to stir fry quickly, quickly poured the fried peanuts into the panel, quickly rolled them into thin chunks with a rolling pin, and then quickly cut the chunks into small pieces of peanut candy.
Mother-in-law's series of actions are like a soldier who is familiar with practice. These actions are done in one go, and my eyes are straight. After supporting Grandpa Chef, my children and I scrambled to eat the peanut candy made by my mother-in-law, which was crisp, sweet and crisp. My daughter said it was much more delicious than what was sold in the supermarket. The son joked that he would apply for a patent for his mother-in-law. My father said that when it comes to patents, many things belong to ordinary people. Did you apply?
I don't want any patents, as long as the people have food and the weather is good, it is more practical than any patents. Mother-in-law's words are getting better and better