As long as it is cooked by mother, it will never be replaced.
Every time I go home, my mother will ask me, "Is the food delicious at home?" ? After going out for so long, do you miss mom's cooking? "
Looking at my mother's eyes full of expectation and pride, I can only say yes helplessly.
But in fact, I not only don't miss it, but even feel a little disgusted.
Compared with the meal cooked by my mother, both the canteen in the university and the small restaurant downstairs after work are much more delicious than those at home.
I have been complaining about my mother's cooking for a long time.
In primary school class, learning a text, the teacher suddenly asked each of us to get up and answer: What's your favorite dish? At the same time, name your mother's favorite dish.
Other students answered loudly and quickly, kung pao chicken, shredded pork with fish flavor, sweet and sour pork ribs, salted fish eggplant pot, soy sauce goose ... When it was my turn, I couldn't say a word.
I've racked my brains, but I still can't figure it out.
In addition to cooking, my mother's dishes include fried cabbage, fried oil wheat, fried spinach and fried mustard ... I don't know if these are the names of dishes, and I can't remember other names in my mind. There are more and more people watching, so I have to squeeze out a sentence in a panic: "I like eating chicken legs best!" " "
The deskmate smiled quietly and the teacher smiled slightly. She looked at me kindly and continued to ask, "What about your mother?"
I don't know what else to eat! I can't even think of one. Facing the joking eyes of others, I popped out: "My mother loves to eat vegetables!" " "
In an instant, I burst into laughter. A little fat man at the front desk laughed his head off. He patted my desk, raised his chin and said, "There are so many dishes, so let you say one. How can you say that! "
I stood there at a loss, my face burning to get into the hole at once. Fortunately, the teacher soon said, "It seems that Xiaowen doesn't know what his mother likes to eat. You can go home and have a good look tonight. Ok, next! "
I sat down in shame, but I became angry and transferred my resentment to my mother. This is all my mother's fault. Food at home is fried, fried and fried every day. There is no food at all, and I don't know the name of any food. How can I put it?
When I got home, I saw cooking dishes with the same pattern and taste on the table day after day. At the thought of laughter in class, I feel my throat choked and I can't eat at all.
After living on campus, I started my career as a canteen pot.
Strangely, many people say that the cauldron food tastes bad, but I can actually enjoy it. From junior high school to senior high school, I used to eat the cauldron dishes in the canteen, and I could eat them thoroughly every time.
Although the food in the school canteen is not so rich, the varieties are different and the menu of each meal is different. You can cook several kinds of dishes with the same egg: steamed eggs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with beans, egg cakes, scrambled eggs with green peppers, egg jiaozi ... and some complicated pork ribs with lobster sauce and steamed meat with plum vegetables. I like it very much.
Of course, occasionally there will be fried melon that I hate, but compared with the fried vegetables that have remained unchanged for thousands of years at home, the food in the canteen is already delicious.
When I go home on weekends, my mother will cook more dishes, but no matter what dishes, I can't escape the fate of being fired.
Yes, my mother only knows cooking. Add oil and salt, heat the pan, add vegetables and stir-fry for a few minutes, and a dish is ready.
She never cooks more complicated dishes, nor does she study different methods, just like stir-frying is stir-frying and stir-frying is stir-frying. I can't say it tastes bad, but I really can't expect it.
I can't figure out why it's so simple to fry a dish. Even if I add bacon to my heart, garlic moss to fried shredded pork, and more tricks and thoughts, I won't resist, but my mother never will.
At the beginning, I also tried to tell my mother jokingly that I could try to cook in another way instead of frying every time. My mother will stare at me and say, I've been cooking for more than ten years, and it's starting to disgust me?
You can only lose again and again.
On New Year's Eve, my mother chopped chickens, ducks and geese in the kitchen, and we watched food programs in the living room.
Watching the old people on TV make delicious dishes such as the Buddha leaping over the wall, steamed eggs with shrimp and tofu, steamed bacon, fried prawns, fried chicken with ginger and onion, sweet and sour lotus root clips, chestnut ribs and so on, my desire has been completely aroused.
But every time I wait for dinner, I will be disappointed.
It's entirely my mother's style. Fried chicken is fried chicken, fried goose is fried goose, fried vegetables are fried vegetables, and fried arrowheads are fried arrowheads ... My mother always has the ability to make a big table that could have been dazzling and dazzling, but it looks ordinary.
And what makes me want to vomit most is that as long as it is meat, my mother likes to chop it into extra large pieces. Even though I tell her every time, don't cut it too big, she can't eat it at all, she still goes her own way.
On the annual New Year's Eve, the dishes will never change: fried chicken and goose.
I liked eating from the beginning, but I was indifferent in the back, thanks to my mother's cooking and persistent practice for ten years.
What makes me most helpless is that I have passed the age of a child and the age of eating meat, but my mother still retains the favorite of the year: raising chicken legs.
As long as it's killing chickens, my mother will keep the big chicken legs. After a large plate of fried chicken is served on the table, she will urge me to clip the big chicken leg specially reserved, and she will insist that I eat it.
Every time I see a chicken leg stuffed into a bowl, my heart breaks.
If it is chicken leg meat cut into small pieces, I think I will like it very much, but if I chew such a big chicken leg, sometimes my teeth will accidentally get stuck in the ribs inside, which is really uncomfortable.
But my mother's kindness made me swallow with tears in my eyes, chewed a chicken leg, and then held my stomach for a while.
With the increase of age, the dishes cooked by my mother seem to be more and more "unpalatable".
The oil is getting heavier and heavier, and the salt is getting heavier and heavier. Even a plate of cooking can flow a large plate of oil, let alone meat dishes.
At this time, I don't like going home for dinner more and more.
Several times, I came home after a few hours of bumps, and I really couldn't control my temper and said with a cold face that I didn't want to eat.
If all mothers cook like this, that's fine, but it's not.
Occasionally visit a friend's house and eat there at noon. Her mother also cooked several home-cooked dishes, but the home-cooked dishes also showed a lot of intentions: garlic lettuce, smoked bamboo shoots fried bacon, three fresh vegetables, melon and ribs soup. A simple meal, light and appetizing, makes people feel comfortable.
Later, I invited that friend to come home to play and let her have dinner. My mother cooked a few meat dishes with great interest, but my friend stretched out chopsticks several times during the dinner, not knowing what to clip. It happened that my mother kept saying "eat more" and "grab some casually", and then put a thick piece of chicken in my friend's bowl with an irresistible gesture.
Looking at my friend's twitching mouth and the thick layer of butter clearly visible on that piece of chicken, I can't help but want to raise my forehead.
My mother always compares me with other children and always says that other children are not good, but when it's my turn to tell her that other people's mothers are not good, she will start blx, and then she will start scolding me, thinking that I am old and my wings are hard, so I will dislike her. She has cooked for me for more than ten years and still dares to say that it is not delicious.
Even when I sometimes take the cookbook cheerfully and tell her that if I want to try a new dish, she will continue to do the same thing: stir-fry.
Sometimes I advise my mother not to put too much oil and salt, and she will be unconvinced and say that it is not that she wants to put so much salt, but that her father has eaten too much and always says that her cooking is tasteless.
I have to roll my eyes.
On the way to cooking, maybe mom really has no talent.
Other people's home cooking is simple and delicious, while mom's home cooking is simple but plain;
Others cook all kinds of dishes, and mother cooks for a thousand years;
Others will cook interesting snacks, and mom will only cook fried fruits. ...
I always don't like my mother's cooking. I think her cooking is different, heavy oil and salt are tasteless. I don't think my mother can always learn to cut small pieces when cutting meat. I don't think her mother has ever studied cooking seriously. ...
However, after work, when I wander around all the year round, enter one restaurant after another with all kinds of people, and eat all kinds of dishes that I have never eaten before, I often think of the dish that my mother brought to the table, the big chicken leg that she refused to chop, and the snack fried fruit that my mother only knows.
Occasionally, in an unknown shop in Guangzhou, I went in hungry and ordered a noodle soup. I don't know whether it's because I'm too hungry or because I haven't eaten for a long time. I feel that bowl of noodles tastes similar to my mother's dried noodles. While eating, I burst into tears in the winter in Guangzhou, and suddenly began to miss my mother's cooking.
After eating noodles, I went back to the dormitory, called my mother and told her that I had eaten noodles, which was very similar to her cooking. She said she would cook it for me when I got home.
On the other end of the phone, she suddenly choked up. She said that she was afraid that I would have a bad life thousands of miles away, afraid of cold and hungry, and hoped that I would go home soon. She said that when I came home, I would buy ribs and lotus roots to make lotus root ribs soup and rice noodles, which was my favorite food since I was a child.
Later, when I came home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, I had already prepared the rice flour, cooked the lotus root ribs soup and scooped me a big bowl of soup powder at dinner. The bowl is also full of lotus roots, which I love to eat.
She has been holding lotus roots and ribs for me to eat, and specially found me a big clip for fear that I would be hungry. I said I couldn't eat that much, but she still gave me a spoonful of lotus root ribs from the pot.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, when I was still sitting in the living room watching TV, she insisted on making a midnight snack, and even said that Dad wanted to eat and asked me to eat with Dad. Then she asked me for some eggs. No matter how much I say, she will knock two, saying that two are the best, full and round, like 100 points.
Later, I lived alone in the refrigerator, and there were more and more materials. There are all kinds of ingredients in the soup powder, including shrimp, beef balls and fish balls, but I still think my mother's simple pot of lotus root ribs soup is the best.
The taste of many dishes changes again and again, and the doors of many shops are opened and closed. Only my mother's food is kept at the same level all the year round, waiting for me to go home to eat. Only when I go back, the door at home is open.
My mother once told me that she knew that she couldn't cook and that her cooking was not delicious. My mother knows you don't like it ... My mother knows. But mom has been cooking for decades and your father has been eating for decades. Your father is used to cooking like this, and so is your mother. Sometimes I want to change the way I cook, but I can't. When I grow up, I have my own ideas, new tastes and new pursuits for food, but my parents don't. Mom and dad have been eating the same food for a long time.
I am very considerate.
Perhaps what we are tired of is what they miss. What we want to change is exactly what they want to insist on.
I just found out that the kitchen exhaust fan was covered with oil, the chimney wall was blackened by lampblack day after day, year after year, the apron was covered with dribs and drabs of oil, and mom's hands were covered with a little splash of oil foam. ...
In this windless and narrow kitchen, my mother tirelessly cooks three meals a day for us. We not only enjoyed it with a clear conscience, but also complained. My mother never talks about her dissatisfaction. She just saw us pull out the dishes in the bowl. She was very hurt, and we just got worse and worse, chanting that my mother's cooking got worse and worse, making her keep changing, changing, changing.
Mom's cooking is really ordinary, but this ordinary dish feeds me very ordinary.
I used to wonder why the food smells like mom, and what is the taste of mom?
Until I saw a video, a group of young firemen on duty were eating jiaozi in the canteen. Suddenly, a fireman cried, because he ate his mother's taste from the jiaozi he ate, and he insisted that it was made by his mother. As a result, when I looked back, it was really her mother who came to see him. He really ate jiaozi wrapped by his mother.
I suddenly remembered the noodles I ate in that unknown shop in Guangzhou. The smell of noodles reminds me of my mother, but I know it's not.
I used to think that my mother's cooking had no style and no taste. It turns out that when I touch the tip of my tongue, those taste buds in my memory will be awakened and tell me who did it.
Maybe mom's cooking is not the best, worse than many people, but it's the only thing I do for you wholeheartedly.
As long as it is cooked by mother, it will never be replaced.