It is said that men in Guangdong and Sichuan are the best cooks, but my dad is definitely different. He only talks but doesn't do anything, so he is often teased by my mother, but once he didn't mean to help my mother invent a great appetizer.
In our family, my mother always cooks, and my father often takes my brother and me to sit at the table and wait. My mother is busy in the kitchen, preparing dishes, cooking pots and cooking dishes, and then serving them.
My father has never been able to cook, and even the simple next noodle will burn the pot. Even so, his taste is very picky. After every dish is served, he always comments on it: the braised tofu is thick, the pork fried with Chinese cabbage is small, the pork liver with garlic sprouts is over-fried, and the radish stew has too much salt.
For my father's "judgment", my mother ignored him most of the time, and at most she glanced at him obliquely: "Then don't eat, just know that you can fry yourself if you have the ability." Sometimes if my mother is tired of listening, she will "warn" him: "If you say anything more, I will take the food away."
Now my dad is honest. He takes a sip of wine, first picks up a chopstick dish and puts it in my mom's bowl to coax her: "Oh, I'm just saying it, don't let others say it?" Then send a chopstick into your mouth, squint and chew.
If there is a guest at the table, he will keep pointing at each dish with chopsticks and urging, "Hurry up with chopsticks, and don't stand on ceremony."
This action later "taught" his two daughters-in-law, and often deliberately imitated him in poor Sichuan dialect in front of my father: "Dad, move chopsticks quickly, you're welcome." We got the message and had a good laugh.
When you say that my dad cooks, you must say that he "fried" pig liver. After killing pigs every year during the Chinese New Year, frying pork liver is the most worrying thing for my dad, because when I was a child, our family didn't usually buy pork liver, and we could only eat this "delicious" when we killed pigs during the Chinese New Year.
Before each stir-fry, he would tell my mother, "Don't stir-fry too old, the fire will burn up, and then shovel the pot a few times." My mother doesn't talk, but she will pay more attention than usual. Basically, she will fry it very smoothly and delicately every time.
I tried this many times according to my father's "experience", but none of them was successful. Later, I realized that my mother used a firewood stove and I used a gas stove, which naturally failed to achieve what he said.
Later, we got used to it. Every time my dad was about to speak, my brother and I would deliberately hold our voices down before he shouted, "Mom, the fire is going to burn up. Just shovel it a few times and get out of the pot."
Once my mother took me and my brother to visit relatives and didn't come back until the next day. She whispered to us in private: "Leave your father alone in the house this time, and I'll see if he can cook for himself." Just the day before, my mother bought a piece of meat, which was supposed to be a toothache for the whole family. Because it was hot in summer, my mother put the meat in a water tank to "refrigerate" it to avoid going bad too quickly.
We are sure to have delicious food when we visit relatives, so before we leave, my mother told my father to make it at home if he wanted.
After visiting relatives, we originally planned to come back the next afternoon, but we didn't go home until noon the next day because of the heavy rain.
After returning home, my mother began to prepare lunch as usual. When she opened the lid of the water tank, she found that there was no meat left. Thinking that my father should have cooked it himself, she was wondering how he did it. As a result, the three of us were blindsided as soon as we opened the lid.
There are several large pieces of meat lying lazily in the iron pot, each of which is five or six centimeters square, and there is no side dish in the dark, which is obviously what my dad ate.
When I took it out again, my mother suddenly got angry. Every piece had my father's tooth marks, but they didn't bite open. A closer look at the tooth marks actually shows the appearance of being whisked and immature. "This old guy, he must have not cooked the meat." While complaining, my mother picked up the meat and studied it carefully. She wanted to throw it away, but she couldn't bear to part with it. She didn't laugh or laugh. "When he comes back, I'll fix him well. I always say that it's not delicious here and there. You can do it yourself. Why don't you cook the meat?" ！”
It wasn't long before my dad came back from working in the field. My mom grabbed him by the ear when she stepped forward, dragged him to the stove and asked him what was going on with a smile.
My dad smiled awkwardly while hiding: "This meat is really hard to cut. I just cut it a few times to save trouble and found it enjoyable to eat." When I was frying, I also specially lit a big fire. After frying a few shovels in the pot, I got out of the pot. As a result, I couldn't bite it. I put it in the pot for a while, but I still didn't fry it. I didn't know what to do. I had to put it in the pot first and wait for you to come back and see what to do. "
"What?" My mother was angry and said, "Meat is meat, and pork liver is pork liver. Do you think that meat and pork liver, like you said, are all cooked with a few shovels?" My dad took the opportunity to turn around and run away: "You should try to find a way to do it quickly, so don't waste it."
"Are you wasting or am I wasting?" My mother pretended to chase after me, which made my brother and I giggle. Even our children knew that the meat was cut so big that it was definitely not cooked, so they imitated my father's running back and said, "Yes, just cook with a few shovels. Don't fry it too old."
At that time, the meat was so expensive that I couldn't eat it twice a month, so my mother naturally wouldn't let this good thing go to waste.
She picked the meat out of the pot, washed it again, changed the knife and sliced it, then put half a bowl of rice in the pot and fried it, ground it into rice flour by hand, mixed with a little pepper noodles and pepper noodles, plus salt and monosodium glutamate, evenly wrapped it in the meat slices, packed it in the bowl, picked a pumpkin from the ground, washed it and cut it into pieces and spread it on it, and finally put it in the pot and steamed it for an hour.
I'm familiar with this practice, that is, the current practice of steaming meat with powder (our hometown is called "Tai Meat"), but it was always made with fresh meat before, and this time it's the first time I've seen it cooked with uncooked meat. At that time, we liked eating meat best, and my mother cooked the most, because it wouldn't lose oil and water, and with the side dishes at the bottom, a catty of meat could satisfy all four of us.
But this time, because the meat has been fried once by my dad, although it feels less oily, it tastes more fragrant, tastes more glutinous and the pigskin is still chewy.
My mother accidentally invented a delicious dish through this last forced improvement.
Later, after the conditions at home were better, it was no longer difficult to eat meat. My mother often cooked this dish, but she used deep-frying instead of my father's frying at that time, which was a bit like the current practice of deducting meat from plum vegetables, but my mother wisely combined the practice of deducting meat with steamed meat.
Later, this dish became my family's specialty and my dad's favorite appetizer. But since then, my father has rarely pointed at my mother's cooking, and he eats whatever my mother does. More importantly, my father started cooking later, especially when my brother gave birth to a child. My mother often went to Guangdong to help look after the children, leaving my father alone at home, so he had to cook by himself.
He also learned to cook some simple dishes, such as stewed ribs, cooked tofu, flanked hands, steamed rice, noodles and so on.
Now that life is getting better and better, it is no longer a problem to have enough to eat and wear warm clothes, but a new problem has emerged: what to eat for each meal? There seems to be a lot to eat, and it seems that I am tired of eating everything. The same is true of going to restaurants and vegetable markets. I don't know what to eat and buy after shopping for a long time. As soon as I eat it, I am full.
Sometimes, the best appetizer is the one we eat when we are most hungry.
But for me, there is also the most delicious appetizer, that is, our whole family sits together and eats the home-cooked food cooked by my mother herself.
If others don't say it, talk about myself.
It really has nothing to do with a person's liking for drinking. People who drink don't want to drink well, but the wine is better.
I remember when I was a child in the countryside, some old men liked to drink. At that time, the wine sold in the canteen in the village was still loose, and as much as they needed, the old man who loved to drink asked for 20 cents of wine, a small terminal, and poured it into a small bowl. The little old man took a sip, then put his hand over his mouth (to prevent the smell of wine from running away), stood still for a minute or two, and then went to the salt jar to pick up an eye and put it in his mouth, which was very proud and comfortable.
I like to have a drink now, and the food is good. Let's show my friends what kind of snacks I eat when I drink at home alone.
Salted duck eggs with wine, which is a good appetizer for me without vegetables. This salted duck egg is eaten twice, and I can drink half a catty of white wine each time.
I was born in the countryside, and I loved to eat pickles sticks since I was a child. Drinking pickles sticks is the best taste, and there is nothing else. I still use pickles sticks for half a catty.
I feel that peanuts are just a delicious food to cater to wine. There is no better dish to drink than fried peanuts. One peanut in a sip of wine is memorable.
A piece of red bean curd, a cucumber and a head of garlic, I can also drink it in the dark.
It's nice to gulp down the wine and eat the meat, but I feel that I can drink some white wine quietly without any good food. The simplest wine is enough, a sip of wine, a bite of pickles and a peanut. I am very energetic in thinking about life, personnel and life.
I'm a big fellow in Shandong. I live in Linyi, Shandong. It's easy to drink half a catty of wine at a normal meal by myself. I'm not addicted to alcohol. I can drink or not. If I drink too much, I'll sleep and not make a scene. Welcome to drink with friends and talk about life.
The best appetizer!
I've been watching it for a long time, and it's all about difficult times decades ago. Let me tell you something I saw a few days ago, which was also about my grandparents.
Didn't you go to play the other day? I went by train. I bought a hard seat. There was a family sitting in the aisle. The old man was almost 70 years old, and the little grandson was two or three years old. The couple didn't talk about it. There was basically nothing for them below.
The old man took out a bottle of calf 2, and took a sip without using a cup. I didn't see any food on the table either. At this moment, my daughter-in-law took out a small bag of fish skin and peanuts. When the child saw the food, he grabbed it and put it in his mouth. His mother also said, give it to grandpa, and grandpa drinks spicy food.
Guess what, the child suddenly spit out the peanut beans in his mouth. Hehe, there are only peanut beans left, and the icing on the outside is gone. The old man twisted it and put it in his mouth. While chewing it again, he touched the child's head and said with a smile, I know grandpa can't eat sugar. Well, my good grandson eats sugar and grandpa eats beans!
How about this appetizer?
Do you know how I felt?
What I thought at that time was that I wanted to have a drink and eat a bean, too. Of course, with sugar coating!
Freshly cooked pork head (3 kg with arched mouth), peanuts sprinkled with sugar (1 kg), dried cucumbers (6 or 7), and roast chicken (Goubangzi taste). Four dishes with two kilos of pure grain are cooked at 50 degrees, a small hip flask is warmed (tin pot), and two or three friends get together (hot kang) to brag about the past and look forward to tomorrow.
The best kind of snacks should we have, and none of them refuse to accept the war.
The eighties were so pure and warm in my impression, and everything included drinking.
At that time, there were not many universities in rural areas, which was considered as carp jumping the dragon gate. Because of poor family, I can only choose the normal class, and I like the monthly subsidy of 15 yuan.
It happens that there is a classmate in the class, and high school is also a class, which is very close to each other. The terrible thing is that we both like drinking!
I like to play football, so I have a big appetite. I have to dig out some favorite books or watch a 5-minute movie in the subsidy. Naturally, my financial situation is stretched and my embarrassment is frequent.
But my buddy and I like drinking, and we can handle it well. I remember that there was a 52-degree B Daqu, and two bottles were 2 yuan Ocean! Where is the money to buy snacks and drinks? Helpless, everyone had to pack a few cents of mustard tuber and wash it in the bowl with boiling water. Mustard mustard tuber has become a "hard drink", and the boiled water has become a delicious soup. Two people have to build a fist, the atmosphere is very warm ...
My friend is now a university professor, and we often meet and drink together. Every time I talk about drinking in college, I can't help feeling. It's really a wonderful memory!
Many times, when I face the red wine overflowing from the goblet and the dishes on the table, I still recall the lush years of that year from time to time, and then I feel: How good life is now, cherish it!
About 90 years ago, a cow died in a fight in the village next door. My old man bought a few catties of triangular cast iron small wood stove used in the hall (living room) and a double-eared iron pot (on the table). Now that I think about it, it should be regarded as a dry pot, and the taste is still memorable. It's been 30 years, during which my father and I have done it several times, and we really can't make the taste at that time. It's a bit beside the point, but I'm really impressed. I can't help but admire you.
My best appetizer was eaten in Loushanguan, which was in the early summer of 1995. I had to wait for a week in Guiyang, so I went to Zunyi to see the house. After reading it, I was not satisfied and went to Loushanguan again. At that time, there was only one checkpoint house in Loushanguan, and the hall on the first floor was a small restaurant run by the stationmaster's wife. Although it was summer, it was very cool on the mountain, so they ate Guizhou-style spicy hot pot (Guangdong people called the side stove) on the heating stove. The three of them ate a pheasant, a rabbit and a mule (a small animal shaped like a fox) and drank three bottles of white wine before/kloc.
All hard vegetables.