Composition about the taste of hometown 1 I have been away from home for a long time. Always think of my hometown, always miss the taste of my hometown. In my memory, what is the taste of my hometown?
Mung bean cake is a specialty of hometown. Wrapped in mung bean paste, it tastes like mung beans. Its packaging is very special. First, seal it with an airtight bag. Wrap it in a big red paper and affix the manufacturer's logo paper. Although it is a very common production, the love contained in it is the most fragrant taste in my hometown! Many foreigners have a soft spot for our mung bean cakes since they were very young. Some people come all the way to us just for bags of long-awaited mung bean cakes. The best time to eat mung bean cake is when it is just baked, hot and very crisp. Take a bite. Is fragile; Have another bite. It's incense My mother is familiar with mung bean cakes. Every time she buys, she has to choose the best seller so that she can be satisfied. As for me, of course, I enjoyed it.
I wonder if you have tried black olives? Very fragrant, slightly sour. If you savor it carefully, you can feel the taste of your hometown overflowing your heart. When I was a child, I thought black olives were not delicious and sour. Why not sweet? But then, until one day I left my hometown and tasted black olives at my aunt's house, my eyes filled with tears. I am filled with tears of missing my hometown ... now I understand. Isn't life like this? There is a hint of sweetness in the acid.
The sweetness of mung bean cake and the richness of black olives are the most authentic taste in my hometown! When I took a bite of My Sweetie mung bean cake, the sweetness of my hometown rippled in my mouth; When I was intoxicated with the rich flavor of black olives in my hometown, my mouth was full of feelings from my hometown!
The taste of hometown theme composition 2: the taste of hometown is not as delicious as mountains and seas, but it is a common practice, but it can be exciting. My hometown is Hanzhong, which has the reputation of "land of fish and rice" and countless delicious foods.
My favorite is the potato cake that everyone in my hometown can cook. The way to make potato cakes is very simple. Peel the potatoes first, cut them into shreds with a knife, put them in a pot, add flour, beat some eggs, add seasonings such as salt and pepper, and then stir them evenly so that the flour and shredded potatoes stick together. Boil the oil, put the shredded potatoes into the oil pan, divide them into small portions, and press them into cakes with a spatula. Then there was a "sizzling" frying sound in the pot, and the fragrance came to the nose. When the cake is cooked, turn it over quickly, or it will be easy to fry. The potato cake just out of the pot is golden and shiny. Tear off a piece and put it in your mouth. Wow, this smell is really memorable!
Everyone says the rice skin in Hanzhong is delicious. I'll teach you how to do it: first, grind rice into pulp, boil boiling water in a pot, put a steamer on it and spread a tarpaulin. Then, pour a thin layer of rice paste on the tarpaulin, cover the lid and steam for two or three minutes. Finally, open the lid, the steam dissipates, and you will see the snow-white rice skin. Lift a corner of the tarpaulin, stick the rice skin on the chopping board, gently peel off the tarpaulin, then cut the rice skin into strips, put it in a bowl, add vinegar, spicy oil and bean sprouts ... delicious rice skin is ready.
Vegetable tofu is the most distinctive food in Hanzhong. Grind soybeans into slurry, filter off bean dregs, and pour them into a pot to cook. When the pot is about to boil, slowly add the slurry again and again, and soon you will see tofu floating on the soybean milk, from thin to thick, from less to more. When the soybean milk in the pot turns from white to transparent, stop adding milk. Put the washed rice into the pot, add some vegetables and cook the rice into porridge. Vegetable tofu has the effects of clearing away heat and relieving summer heat and stimulating appetite, and is suitable for all ages.
One side of the soil nourishes the other, and these foods are made by people with hard-working hands. I like these delicious foods. They are really insatiable.
Composition 3 with the theme of hometown flavor is Chinese New Year! This Spring Festival, I finally returned to my hometown and finally returned to the arms of my loved ones. How I miss the voice of my loved ones and the warm embrace of my loved ones!
On the first day back to my hometown, I saw a unique purple in the red at home. Looking at the praise of my family, I quietly thought, what is that? Is it really so delicious?
This is our specialty in Hubei, called Caitai. No in Hangzhou! "See my doubts, grandma help me. I came to my senses, looked at it and thought. i also want to have a try. What is this? I stared at the cauliflower and watched it carefully. Its stem is stable purple, bright and quiet, and its leaves are bright green, mature and fresh. I took a sip, ah! The stem looks very old and hard, but it becomes silky and chewy when eaten in the mouth; The leaves are mixed with juice, not sweet or greasy, and have a unique taste, but after swallowing, there is a faint sweetness of the tongue root. How delicious! I always feel as if I have seen it somewhere. I tried to think, but I couldn't remember. Where the hell is it?
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I went back to my ancestral home. There is also a vegetable field, red, green and green, forming a beautiful scenery. Of course, there is no lack of purple in cauliflower. Curious, I went to the front of the cauliflower and looked east and west, trying to pull it out to see what was going on. I grabbed a cabbage moss with one hand, and the other hand tried to pull open the soil below and clean it up. I'll shake this cauliflower again. It seems that after a long time, I finally pulled out the food! Looking at it, my smile blooms on my face. I hold it tightly as if it were my memory and my thought.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, I returned to Hangzhou. Eating Le Tai at the dinner table, I thought, why is it different? So this is the taste of home! Looking at it, I can't help thinking of life in my hometown. I looked at it stupefied, but my appearance did not change, but my eyes changed. There are not only the delicious food of the past, but also the thoughts of hometown and relatives!
Friday, I am very excited, because-I can go back to my hometown again!
Back to my hometown, I heard that grandpa planted peanuts in the field. I can't wait to rush out of the house and run to the field.
The field path is covered with unknown grass, green and soft, swaying gently in the breeze. They should be a group of little girls, otherwise how could they have such a soft waist! The grass is dotted with colorful wildflowers, like fluffy balls, like disks, like a little girl's bangs ... I can't help but stop and bend down, with insects in my ears, naughty grass scratching my face, and my nose smelling of flowers and plants unique to my hometown. Wow, that's great!
Looking up, the sky is like a pure sapphire, a few white clouds are walking lightly, and my steps are brisk. The sunshine is much brighter than in the city, and it is not dazzling at all. It's especially warm and comfortable to sprinkle on your face! The wind gently caressed my cheek, and the earthy smell that had just turned came on me and penetrated my whole body, as if every pore in my body was open and sucking greedily. Oh, I like the rich earthy smell!
Not far away, grandpa is plowing the fields, cows are pulling plows, brown soil is constantly turning up, and several cows are grazing leisurely. I suddenly got excited, ran over, jumped into the ground, learned to pick up a hoe and turn it up, which made my grandfather grin. After a while, the plow was finished, and my father came, carrying a basket full of peanut seeds. We took off our shoes, rolled up our trouser legs, bent down, put peanut seeds in the furrow one by one, and then stepped into the soil. Grandpa said that peanuts will grow soon as you water and fertilize them frequently. I thought to myself: When the peanuts are ripe, I will pull them out. All right, it's a deal!
On my way home, I accidentally stepped on a piece of cow dung. I jumped up and shouted, "Smell!" "Dad smiled and said," This is the original cow dung in my hometown. I don't want it in the city yet! " "
Dad's words made me laugh. Yes, cow dung moistens the fields in my hometown, and the fields in my hometown raise the people in my hometown. No matter where you go, you will always think of the smell of cow dung, the smell of flowers and plants, and the mellow smell of earth ...
Hometown flavor theme composition 5 Tell me about my hometown, Suqian. Many people must not know. But if you say Xiang Yu, there must be many people who know. Yes, Suqian is the hometown of Xiang Yu. In fact, our pancakes and dried radish in Suqian are also very famous.
I remember when I was a child, my grandmother always took pancakes and dried radish with her every time she went to my third aunt's house. Pancakes are made by my grandmother, and dried radishes are pickled with radishes grown at home. At that time, I often said that my grandmother was stingy and went all the way to her daughter's house, but she couldn't bear to buy anything decent. Later, I learned that Sanyi married Zhenjiang, and my hometown lacked everything except pancakes and dried radish. So every time I heard that my grandmother was going to Zhenjiang, Sanyi always called several times to remind me. Friends and relatives always laugh at her lack of wealth and life. Face everyone's ridicule. But she said that when I eat this pancake, dried radish always smells like my hometown, and I can't imitate it anywhere. In fact, I know that Third Aunt wants to recall the bitter days of those years. According to my mother, there were seven people in my grandmother's family at that time, all of whom depended on my grandfather to fish for a living. Life is hard. They can't live today without those worthless pancakes.
Now with the development of science and technology, mechanical pancakes have replaced traditional handmade pancakes. I miss my childhood very much now. At that time, grandma's handmade pancakes were the fastest. I like to eat pancakes that have just been cooked. They are as thin as paper, and then rolled with dried radish, which is particularly fragrant and tough. It's strange that after eating a pancake, the gums don't sour.
Until now, pancakes are still an indispensable staple food for Suqian people. Some old people, who have almost lost all their teeth, like pancakes. I remember a teacher told us that he brought some pancakes when he was at school in Nanjing. People outside don't know its name. After they tasted it, they thought it was delicious, so they said, you Suqian people are so interesting that even the paper is so delicious!
With the development of society, I believe more people will know our pancakes in Suqian and like them.
My hometown is in Weinan, where there are no delicacies, only some simple meals, but it is very memorable!
I was born in Shaanxi when I was a child, so my favorite is "rolling noodles" in Shaanxi. Before cooking, noodles are like dry pancake strips; After cooking, its water immediately filled the whole noodle. Boil it for about ten minutes, and it will soften. If it is eaten by children, it needs to be cooked for a while. After cooking, first scoop a spoonful of pepper to make the finishing touch to this noodle. That spoonful of big oil is the most important, which will make the whole noodle oily but not greasy, making people memorable. Finally, that handful of leeks is the best match for this noodle. Don't worry after serving, have a bowl of hot noodle soup, and then you can savor the authentic Shaanxi "spinning noodles".
Multi-grain pancakes are one of my favorite foods. People who make pancakes are skilled. It's like an art. The master scoops out a spoonful of mixed flour from the bucket, puts it on the frying pan and scrapes it with a scraper to form a thin layer, and the excess flour is scraped back into the bucket directly. Sprinkle a handful of parsley and a packet of radish pickles before the bread is cooked, scrape it evenly with a scraper, beat an egg conveniently, then turn it over, so that both sides of the pancake are heated evenly, and the lettuce is put aside and fried. Soft and green, it greatly increases the appetite at a glance. Then spread the fried lettuce on the pancake, and finally brush a handful of secret sauce, add a tablespoon of pepper and take a bite. The taste is hard to express!
Persimmon cakes in my hometown have also fascinated me. When the persimmon is ripe, peel off the skin and reveal the golden persimmon meat. Chefs use 18 kinds of martial arts such as rubbing, beating, pressing, pinching, frying, throwing, rubbing, frying and flipping, which makes people dazzled and enjoy it. Finally, coat it with sugar and fry it in oil pan until both sides are golden. Sweet taste will spread in the air and touch your taste buds. Master wrapped it in brown paper and gave it to you. It tastes tender and sweet, and it is worth remembering!
The taste of my hometown is unique and worth tasting all my life!
Composition 7 takes the taste of hometown lake as the theme, accompanied by the rising sun. The wind blows, bringing the fragrance of grass. A wisp of intoxicating fragrance came with the wind, and in a blink of an eye, under the greenwood tree came into view with a touch of purples. I don't know where to go, but the peach blossom in the spring breeze still smiles. Yes, isn't that a peach blossom smiling in the spring breeze? Suddenly, my eyes were blank, my ears were empty, the noise was gone, the noise was gone, and only the intoxicating smell brought me back to my hometown.
Now I have entered junior high school, and that nostalgia is deeply buried in my heart. Finally, before the boredom broke out, I once again came to my hometown, the familiar Taolin.
Time has passed through the years, exaggerated prosperity and enchanting four seasons, but it has never diluted the loneliness and fatigue when traveling. Homesickness, true love for hometown, is better than going home when traveling.
In a flash, I woke up from my dream and looked up at the bright moon reflected in the purples, which became more charming.
I remember when I was young, I often wandered in the peach grove. Every time in my laughter, there is always grandma's call: "slow down, don't fall down." Whenever I secretly hide behind a tree, I can always hear grandma's anxious footsteps running by. I always run out to get a fright. Every time I hear grandma say "Don't run next time", I get scared. Hearing this, my heart is always warm. Every time I think of my hometown, I am bound by my grandmother's affection and familiar peach tree breath. That's the smell of hometown, that's the smell of love.
Sitting by the river, blue sky, white clouds, peach blossoms, suddenly that familiar feeling came to mind again. The feeling that I should feel when I really relax and travel really made me take a long breath.
When traveling. Pick up this most beautiful bag and look up at the bright moon in the dark. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." That endless nostalgia will turn into endless motivation to help you move forward.
Before you travel, you must bring your homesickness and make the best luggage.
For me, a delicious person, the ancient abbot in my hometown is like a delicious meal with all colors and flavors. Eating it in your mouth is fragrant, mellow and beautiful.
The hometown in April is intoxicating. Several intermittent spring rains awakened the spring tea all over the mountain. Fresh green tea stretched out its soft waist, drank enough rain and rushed up. Most of the newly grown spring teas have only a tiny leaf, and some leaves are as thin as needles. The color is very tender, and I feel that I will poke it with my finger. Beauty is the song of Song Like Zuying: "Spring tea is sharp, Ye Er is green, and green makes people sprout". Tea is the most expensive at this time. Therefore, no matter rain or shine, Chashan is a tea picker. From a distance, from time to time, several figures in bright colors and hats flashed through the endless green trees. That's our Miao girls picking tea! While picking tea, they sang folk songs, sometimes soothing, sometimes ups and downs, colliding on the Green Tea Mountain, just like a charming picture hanging on the horizon.
Tea leaves picked home should be processed immediately. Prepare a large iron pot, burn a big fire, and when the pot is heated to a certain temperature, pour the tea into the pot and stir it constantly, and the fragrance will float out, so fragrant, so thick and so cool that the whole town seems to be submerged in this thick tea fragrance. When the tea leaves are fried to dark green, pour them into the bamboo plaque, gently knead them and knead them carefully until they become needles, which is the Maojian of Guzhang famous tea.
Choose a sunny afternoon, sit in your yard, put a handful of Maojian tea into a transparent cup and pour boiling water. Tea, which was just a needle, gradually unfolded its posture, such as peacock pride and butterfly spreading its wings. The color is blue and white, the soup is bright yellow and green, the taste is mellow and the aftertaste is long.
Now, I have left my hometown and seldom go back. But no matter how far you go, as long as you think of that fragrance, that alcohol, that beauty, the taste of your hometown will flow in your mouth and in your heart.
Hometown is the birthplace of an individual, a root rooted in our hearts and a haunting place.
When I was a child, hometown was a new word, but it was my most familiar word. The sun is shining in the north, and only when it rains will we children be happy. Rain makes the north dry and moist, much like a girl with cream, showing different beauty. Rain makes the land soft and makes the withered grass look up, like hungry children, sucking the milk of nature. We ran across the grass, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves and smelling the land. Of course, this is also the taste of hometown. After running across the small bridge, the farmers nearby are still sweating in the rain. This is also the taste of hometown. As soon as the cooked soup bloomed, I knew it was time to go home for dinner. The smoke from the stove and the home-cooked food cooked by every household are also the flavor of hometown.
When I was a teenager, my family moved to Guangzhou. Think of everything in my hometown, including the lingering smell. At this time, homesickness is more than 1000 kilometers away, one in the north and the other in the south, and the two sides are separated. Living in a strange place, watching the things around me have lost the customs of my hometown and the familiar people, but I know that my inner thoughts have never diminished.
When I was young, I somehow linked my hometown with my motherland. Because the state has a home, the country is home. Maybe I have grown up and matured in thought. When major national projects make breakthroughs, many projects are ahead of the world, and their hearts are confident and even more shocking. Look, this is China's country, and this is our home! At this time, homesickness means that the heart is connected with the country, and the country is in front of us, and we give support and hope in the rear. * * * advance and retreat side by side, hand in hand.
My hometown seems to be no longer far away from me. No matter where I am, I will never be disturbed to leave my hometown again. Because homesickness is a hard line, one end is connected with me, and the other end is connected with the country ... The taste of hometown no longer simply points to whole grains and ordinary meals. When did this "restaurant" start emitting a series of "country" smells, and that smell lingers in my heart.
The flavor theme composition of hometown 10 is a fascinating place, and the flavor of hometown will never be forgotten.
I remember when I was a child, my grandmother would make steamed buns every holiday. When I get there, I will stay with my grandmother and watch her make steamed buns. I saw her holding the dough in one hand and holding the stuffing with a spoon in the other. Then she squeezed it a few times with her dexterous hands and turned it gently. Like magic, a white and fat steamed stuffed bun was born in grandma's hand. A closer look shows that the folds on the steamed stuffed bun are very natural, like rivers, like ribbons, and like flowers in bud. I envy it.
When she has wrapped all the steamed buns and steamed them, I will make a fire under the stove. Waiting for the steamed stuffed bun to be cooked is a long but enjoyable process. I tried to add as much firewood as possible to make the fire stronger inside. After a while, grandma came, only to see her lift the lid, and a fragrant smell came to my face, which made my mouth water. I wiped my saliva and continued to add firewood to it. Grandma touched my head and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I can eat soon." I looked up at grandma's kind face and nodded. When the steamed stuffed bun was cooked, grandma opened the lid and saw that the steamed stuffed bun became more round and full, and the air was mixed with the smell of vegetables and meat. Watching me gobble up steamed buns, grandma smiled and I smiled.
Grandma's cooking is enough for our whole family to enjoy delicious food. My childhood thoughts were always so simple, but now they have become our most precious memories. At that time, I always counted the days and wondered when my grandmother would make steamed buns. Sometimes I couldn't help it, so my grandmother made me two separately. Eating steamed buns in grandma's arms is a happy thing. Sometimes she tells me stories. After eating, she fell asleep in her arms. In my dream, I am in grandma's arms, grandma is in a boat, and the boat is on a calm lake. ...
Hometown is where everyone grows up. No matter where he is, his hometown is always in the deepest part of his heart. The taste of my hometown has also become the most simple, natural and authentic taste in my heart. Although I have tasted thousands of delicious food, I still feel deeply attached to my hometown and grandma's cooking.