1. My favorite flavored food: 450-word essay: Fried stinky tofu This is a unique local snack in the south of the Yangtze River in winter.
When I was young, I would run down the street as soon as school was over. Of course, this was when I had a few dollars in my pocket.
Walking through the alley and crossing the bridge, you can smell the aroma of fried stinky tofu.
The person who sells fried stinky tofu is a thin old man with completely white eyebrows and beard. He always carries a load. The load is actually a box made of wood. The box in front contains stinky tofu, soy sauce, chili sauce and a stack of small dishes.
Plate, and a can with several pairs of chopsticks inserted in it.
A box at the back holds a small coal stove and a pot.
The old man always stands on the corner of the street, frying stinky tofu with concentration.
I have never heard his shouting, but there are always many diners who come looking for the scent and stand in a circle in front of his little load.
His stinky tofu is very distinctive. At first glance, it looks black and no different from other stinky tofu. But once it is put into the pot and then taken out of the pot, it becomes golden and fragrant, and is coated with a layer of soy sauce or chili sauce (
His chili sauce is homemade, bright red, spicy and comforting), yellow and red, really beautiful.
I took a bite carefully (because it was very hot). It was yellow on the outside, white on the inside, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, spicy ***. At this time, I was no longer eating but curling my tongue to swallow it.
The old man always only fried a few pieces at a time, and fried several pieces and sold them for a few pieces, so everyone waiting would eat alone, and the others would pay attention to each other and give gifts.
Most of the people who eat fried stinky tofu are women and children. It’s really strange. Women in Jiangnan don’t eat spicy food, but when they come to this place, they all become “hot girls” and are smeared thickly with chili sauce.
There is still one more layer to apply, and the woman no longer cares about being polite at this time. She eats until her lips are red, her eyes are full of tears, and she is sweating.
The old man just kept saying: It's so spicy that you can't stick to it, so don't eat too much.
After all, he didn't stop him.
Therefore, the old man consumes one bottle of chili sauce every day.
At that time, my father gave me fifty cents a month, at least half of which was donated to Stinky Tofu.
A piece of stinky tofu costs a penny. After eating one piece, you can have a peaceful day.
Sometimes I overspend without planning, so I restrain myself from running there, for fear that hooks will grow in my eyes.
However, at that time, as long as I accidentally sneaked in front of the old man's burden, the old man would always see everything, as if he found out that I didn't have half a penny in my pocket, and would fry the crispest and tenderest piece for me with a smile.
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I'm sorry to eat for nothing. When my father sends the money next month, I will return it to him immediately. The old man will accept it, but he will definitely fry an extra piece of stinky tofu for me.
It has been more than 20 years since I left that Jiangnan town, and I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu (although I have eaten fried stinky tofu in other Jiangnan cities, but the taste always seems to be a little worse).
It always appears in my dreams, along with that thin old man with a white beard and white eyebrows whose name I don’t even know.
2. An essay about food, 450 words "Ah, it smells..." The tourists who came here heard several compliments from time to time. The annual food festival kicked off, and this place is the food street.
At ten o'clock in the evening, we came to the food street, with colorful flags fluttering, scents lingering, crowds of people, and laughter.
The delicacies are all placed on the table, making people salivate.
Peking duck, Japanese food, mutton skewers, fish balls, candied haws... in short, the list is endless.
My mother held me tightly, fearing that I would get lost. Of course, because the crowd was crowded, I finally managed to get to the front.
Huh?
So why are there so many people?
When I went there, I realized that they were selling mutton skewers. My mother was holding her hand and squeezing in. The beach owners were singing and dancing while eating the mutton skewers.
Watching a handful of steaming mutton chuan being roasted, and watching others buying the mutton chuan one by one, my mouth watered down, and I begged my mother to buy one. My mother finally became rich that day.
Mercy, bought me a bunch and tasted the delicacies of the world, so delicious that my tongue almost fell off!
My mother and I came to the stinky tofu beach in Wuhan. On it were written the words "the most smelly in the world". Yes, I smelled a pungent odor.
My mother said, "Why don't we go try this? It is said that stinky tofu is rich in plant-based lactic acid bacteria, which has a very good effect on regulating the intestines and strengthening the stomach!" When I heard about it, I realized that stinky tofu is also nutritious.
Agree.
When I tasted it, it tasted really delicious. I didn't bother to wipe my greasy mouth and just ate it with relish.
I still have endless aftertaste after arriving.
As the number of people gradually decreased, our movements became more convenient.
As I walked, I unknowingly came to a small beach called "Indian Flying Cake". The stall owner can be said to be a "martial arts master" with good martial arts. The stall owner put the flour on the iron plate and quickly made it.
The ground softened, and then it was thrown up skillfully and easily. We were dazzled by the sight. The flatbread was folded up, down, left, and right. After testing it with fire for a while, it tasted sweet and delicious when it was eaten... I left the food court with a full load of joy.
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3. A 450-word essay about food. Food in my hometown. The most famous snack in my hometown is the delicious wontons.
Every time I taste this mouth-watering delicacy, I feel relaxed and happy.