The relationship between food and life seems to have always been inseparable, from the ancient Guru Mao who drank blood for the purpose of survival to the more and more exquisite pure enjoyment of taste such as foie gras and crystal bird's nest. The status of diet is also rising. "Book of Rites·Liyun" says, "Eating and drinking, men and women, keep the great desires of man." Undoubtedly, it gives our gluttonous heart a high-sounding reason, allowing us to defend ourselves with a smile - food is not guilty; literature There are countless quotes on the Internet: Zhang Ailing's sentence "Life is a gorgeous robe covered with lice" led to the popular Internet saying "Life is a coffee table filled with cups and tableware". . "; that phrase that is often sighed when people part ways after a glass of wine, "There is no feast that lasts forever", the luxury of "bells ringing and cauldrons eating", the integrity of "not throwing away the chaff", the pride of "the luminous cup of fine wine" ... They all seem to say that food is life.
Food is a kind of nostalgia.
As recorded in "Book of Jin·Zhang Han Biography": "Zhang Han was in Luo. When he saw the autumn wind blowing, he thought about Wuzhongyuan's water shield soup and seabass clams, and said: "Life is precious and easy to forget, how can you lead an official for thousands of miles to get a noble title?" Then he ordered to drive back. "This story has since become a legend, and "The Thoughts of Water Shield Perch" has thus become synonymous with longing for one's hometown. Yesterday, my friend returned home for the Chinese New Year, and unexpectedly, he sent a message saying that he had just eaten and it was... Spinach and Chinese cabbage pulled from the vegetable garden at home, a piece of green onion as soon as it sprouts on a winter night, with water droplets on it, is broken at the waist. It is put in clean water and shakes a little to wash away the soil, then it is thrown into the pot, accompanied by hot and sour noodles. The soup is rich, and I poured the Bordeaux red wine I just brought. I sighed that I was proud of my life but at this time, I still happily sent me a picture, jokingly calling it an original, non-polluting, pure organic, highly green and environmentally friendly healthy food. I am usually very happy. A serious person suddenly reveals his childlike naughtiness, as if he has returned to the unabashed innocence of his mother, which makes people smile.
Eating is a kind of memory. p>
I met someone from my hometown by chance, and we went to a teahouse to talk about sex. When we were having a good conversation, a cold malan head was served on the table. It was just a simple cold dish, but this seven-foot-old man suddenly His eyes were red, and he said that he remembered his childhood... Every time he went on a spring outing, he would pick out malan heads. With a bamboo basket and a knife, he could spend an afternoon in the mountains and fields, carrying a basket full of fresh malan heads. I was very proud to go home to my grandma. In fact, the preparation of Malantou is very simple. Pick off the old stems, wash them and dry them. Roll them in boiling water, pick them up, squeeze them dry and cut them into fine pieces. Add some soy sauce and sugar. Mix well with sesame oil and sprinkle with diced dried tofu, but the emerald green, dots of broken jade, and the refreshing fragrance in the mouth will always make the old woman unforgettable... He said that he remembered the place in his hometown. He is an old man. He always likes to sit quietly in the sun. He likes to boil a pot of rice wine, eat dried yellow croaker and peanuts, and chew the malan head carefully. His expression is peaceful and contented... He said that he thinks of the woman he fell in love with first. She is slender, pure and calm. She is holding a bamboo basket and wearing blue calico clothes. She is walking gracefully among the white walls and black tiles by the river. Is she now a married woman? She is leisurely tying up her black silk stockings and holding a spoon with bare hands. What?
Eating is a kind of fun
Kuroyanagi Tetsuko described in "Little Doudou by the Window" that the children in Ba Academy always sing before eating. "Song Before Meal" which Mr. Principal changed the lyrics himself: Good - good - chew / delicious things / chew, chew, chew, chew / chew the delicious things... and then finish singing this song After singing, everyone can say: "I eat it!" "With a whoop, everyone started to move towards the food. Just imagine how cute it would be to see a group of angel dolls with pink faces singing "Yummy stuff/Chew, chew, chew" with their little mouths open. It's a childish thing. A friend who is a white-collar worker in the company loves to cook. I occasionally go over to watch her tinkering in the kitchen for hours, and she often develops some fantastic new dishes. In fact, the pot, stove, table and table are quite a cozy place. The small round umbrellas of enoki mushrooms are holding the clear water droplets. As soon as the oil is put into the pot, the smoke rises and the sizzling sound makes the whole kitchen lively. , and the steaming tofu and fish head soup... Although this stir-fried cooking method is not very healthy, it really needs to be this way to taste like home.
Food. It is an attitude.
Chefs are sometimes poets in a sense, dying for loyalty and reputation. Louis XIV's royal cook Vatel was the first dish when the king prepared a banquet. Unable to arrive on time, he was so ashamed and angry that he immediately committed suicide with a sword; Napoleon's head chef Gippie, on his way from Moscow to follow his master, would rather freeze to death than give up his position; 38-year-old Paris celebrity chef Alain Zy Because his restaurant was downgraded by Michelin magazine, Grams took a pistol upstairs in his restaurant and shot it in the heart; 52-year-old French celebrity chef Loiseau couldn't bear the fact that his restaurant's rating was dropped from 19 to 17. He felt so humiliated that he committed suicide with a rifle at home...Glory and dream, this word undoubtedly well explains the masters' attitude towards food and life, just like Alan Zick. He said this to a friend during his lifetime: "I feel a bit like a general who has had his rank revoked. ”
Eating is a kind of enjoyment.
When I was a child, my biggest dream was to be a food critic, that is, the imaginary god of food, because I felt that I could go around and eat everywhere. Rich tea and fine wine, delicacies from mountains and seas, wouldn’t life be happy? Let's not talk about the comfort of "green ants freshly fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening, can you drink a glass of water?", nor talk about "the altar is opened and the fragrance of meat is floating around, and the Buddha hears abandoning Zen and jumps over the wall." " is so humorous that just hearing the allusion of Yuan Mei bending over for tofu can make people yearn for it. According to unofficial records, Yuan Mei, one of the "Southern Yuanbei Ji", was delicious and knew how to eat. One day, a famous scholar invited him to eat tofu, which was cooked with tofu and hibiscus flowers. The tofu is as white as snow, and its flowers are as bright as clouds. It tastes tender and delicious, which is amazing. Yuan Mei urgently asked for advice. The host refused to pass on the secret and said with a smile: "The ancients did not bow down for five buckets of rice. If you are willing to bow down three times for tofu, I will tell you." Yuan bowed impromptu, laughed after bowing, and said, "Now I bow down for tofu!" The owner told him that the dish was called "Xue Xia Mei", named after the tofu looks like snow and the hibiscus looks like clouds, and told him how to cook it. Yuan Mei followed the same pattern after returning home. Mao Qiyuan wrote a poem about this incident and said: "The Zhenwei group recommended Xun Ling's restaurant, and Li Qiyou was like Yi Ya Tiao. Who knew that Tao Yuanliang had to break up the team, and he had to bow down for this." His book "Suiyuan Food List" has a detailed description It contains 326 kinds of dishes, delicacies and meals dating back to the mid-18th century in my country and the 14th century, ranging from delicacies from mountains and seas to as small as porridge and rice. It really tastes both north and south, and has delicious food. If you behave like this, what else can you ask for?
When chatting with friends when they are out, they always mention the dishes from their hometown. A friend always gets excited when he sees the fish-flavored eggplant served in a restaurant, but after taking a bite, he starts to shake his head, saying that it is not as good as the cooking at home. . I remember what Mr. Chua Lam wrote in "Talk about Food": People who like to talk about food must have good living conditions, but they don't need to save a lot of money. There is no need for that. Only the nouveau riche devoured abalone belly wings with ferocity. , caviar or black mushroom and white mushroom." Yes, truly leisurely people chat about nothing more than the fish-flavored eggplant dish made by their mother.
Food is a kind of hustle and bustle in the world. Instead of being happy, let's enjoy this eating life, just be a little tipsy.