My girlfriend ordered a small fried pork and a fried snail. In our family, these are usually easy to eat. In Guangzhou, it's not easy to get authentic fried pork from farmers, or braised pork with dried plums. When I tasted these two dishes for the first time, I couldn't help secretly enjoying myself. That's the smell. In other places, especially in Guangzhou, where eating habits are very different from those in Hunan, I suddenly ate this dish, just like a wanderer who has been wandering all the year round and suddenly met an old friend in my hometown. The kind and caring feelings can't be expressed in words.
There is such a bridge at the beginning of My Head and My Regiment. A bunch of rotten soldiers suddenly decided to make a stewed pork with vermicelli. The expression of the dead northeast person softened in the sudden steam. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That look, like a homesick child. He opened his eyes, looked at the pot, and became angry again, as if he had begun to ignore someone, and then began to publish his long speech. "This is his mama pork stew vermicelli? Pork stewed vermicelli is not made like this! A good pot, people in your prison will be in trouble! Why not put soy sauce? Did soy sauce annoy you? Do you have a grudge against Chinese cabbage? Whole pot of cabbage? Vermicelli, my God! You can do without potato flour. Are you tired of putting all the bundles of dead sweet potato powder in? Does your potato head need shaving? Where is the pork? Did the Japanese steal both pork and soy sauce? Get it back! God, how do you cook pork stew noodles in Northeast China? Your whole pot is striped cabbage soup!
This guy in the northeast has an authentic northeast accent, which makes him feel funny, and then savors the taste of each bite, which makes people think deeply. The smell of food makes the roots of displaced people sprout, the walking dead have souls, and a bunch of rotten people are saved. If you ask me, the most obvious feature of a region is its food culture. Wherever you go, as long as you can have a bite of hometown food, you will feel at home. Speaking of which, I want to spit out the food in Huanong canteen again. Actually, the food in the canteen is not bad. There is meat in every meal, and the weight is still sufficient, but it is not delicious for us. Take fried shredded potatoes for example! A good shredded hot and sour potato, just fried shredded hot and sour potato, a few dried peppers in the sparse minced meat, which is fucking shredded hot and sour potato! In our family, first put delicious lard in a pot to boil, then add garlic, red pepper and minced meat to stir fry, then add potato chips as thin as hair, add vinegar and stir fry for three to five minutes, and then you can go out of the pot.
Pepper is bright red and attractive, and potato chips are fried crystal clear, which makes people want to eat.
There is another story. An old overseas Chinese from Guangdong went to a restaurant for dinner, and the old young man went abroad with his wife, opened a gallery in the United States and bought Chinese paintings. It was a success, and when he came back, he was a little wobbly. A plate of boiled chicken with white hair was served on the table. The old lady who had been silent suddenly patted the old man's arm hard: "Aye, aye, chicken!" " "I quickly put a piece for the old man, and I put a piece myself. Even the chopsticks were sucked in my mouth. I closed my eyes and smiled and sighed," Delicious! "What is this picture, anyone can't help but want to cry. Yes! The taste of home is actually the taste of food sometimes. China on the tip of the tongue, you, seems to be just an ordinary dish. Different people and different places may taste different, but the phrase "the taste is the same, the taste of home" will not change. Missing a dish means that people miss this dish, and this dish also misses the people who taste it and the people who cook it.