My mother's taste

When I was young, I always ate my mother's cooking at home. Every day, it's time to eat, and my mother lifts the lid and smells delicious. Let's follow mom's voice: eat! Disappear without a trace. Fresh food just cooked is served, and we put it in our mouths and chew it slowly. The aroma is pounding our taste buds. Let us feel that mom's cooking is the best in the world. It can be said that the taste of mom's cooking is the taste of mom in our hearts. This is the best memory of my childhood.

At that time, my favorite dish was my mother's rock sugar elbow. After cooking, the light sauce color, sticky and waxy elbow skin looks shiny and tastes greasy, plus the green spinach around the elbow. It's nice and delicious. Color, fragrance, taste and shape are all good. That's the sentence. You can't let go after a slap.

In my childhood, eating a little rock sugar elbow was once a luxury. Because the family was in financial difficulties at that time, both parents went to work during the day and came back at night to do housework. Sometimes, in order to supplement my family, I have to find some processing work on Sundays.

At that particularly difficult time, if my mother made a rock sugar elbow, we would jump for joy That kind of expectation, hope and anxiety is particularly interesting in retrospect, just like yesterday.

Although at that time we didn't quite understand the hard work of mom and dad, we thought they were a little stingy. Until I grow up. After I got married, got married and had children of my own, I realized that I worked hard for my children without complaining. Whenever I am at home, when I see my children eating my rock candy elbow, I shout: Mom's rock candy elbow is really delicious, and I still want to eat it. I am so happy in my heart, sweeter than honey.

Nowadays, with the passage of time, children also go to other places to study in universities. Every time my child comes back from vacation, I want to make a rock sugar elbow. Sometimes I go to my parents' house, and they also cook this dish.

It can be said that this simple home-cooked dish is our best dish. A seemingly simple dish, I think it is a dish representing our harmonious and beautiful family; It is also a dish that connects three generations of a family; It is also a family heirloom, representing the taste of mother.

Nowadays, children have grown up and are going to the world. I believe that even in the farthest corner of the earth, among the thousands of waters in Qian Shan, they will remember the smell of their mother. Home is their warmest harbor and the most haunted place.

My mother's taste

I often think that the word "taste" is wonderful, with taste and feeling, and then it blends together.

With taste and feeling, we are just like the footprints left by our peers in the aisle. As long as it happens to us, we will think of the past.

It can also be said that taste is a part of memory in the brain and a reminder of family.

Just like we remember the curry rice cooked by mom, the parent fish and amaranth soup cooked by grandma, or the tofu pudding shop at the corner of the middle school gate that we had to pass every day for three years, and the most famous four-fruit ice next to the park.

What is the smell of family?

The fragrance floating from the kitchen to the study living room and the back of my mother are irreplaceable warmth.

I used to live at home every day and always wondered what the so-called home cooking was attractive. Now that I have left home, I really often think of the young happiness that belongs to the south.

Even a simple jiaozi, beat an egg with clear soup and pour in half a can of sweet corn. Mother's taste can never be imitated, even the steamed dumplings carefully kneaded by the chef of that famous restaurant on the 35th floor.

After class, in the dark early winter, when I get home, I can get into the steaming kitchen to keep warm, and then I serve a small bowl with just cooked leek jiaozi, so I will eat it.

Breathe, but I am also afraid that thieves will come and take a quick bite of full jiaozi with their burning mouth. While shouting hot hot hot, I followed my mother's figure from the kitchen to the dining room, talking about how my classmates and teachers are today like a follower. I hate to have a quiz tomorrow, and I will take an exam next week. ...

My mother is always purring, and she doesn't forget to look after the fried fish in the pot. A pot of thick soup is still rolling on the stove next door.

Before I finished eating a bowl of jiaozi, my mother called me to the table, sat down to eat the newly bought octopus, and did not forget to give me the most delicious piece of belly.

Every time I'm full, I tell my mother that the fish in my stomach is swimming in thick soup now, just like a jiaozi just slipped by the fish.

When I was in high school, I knew that summer was coming when I heard the instructor announce "I will change my skirt next week".

When summer comes, I can eat cold tofu and cold noodles.

Mother is always used to making cold noodles and mixing sauces by herself. When I get up in the morning, I often find my mother busy in the kitchen, hoping to cook the noodles before they really get hot.

As soon as I got home, I went straight to the refrigerator and dug out the extremely elastic noodles that were completely frozen. Then I dug out sesame paste, vinegar and sesame oil in the cupboard, added a little water and spicy oil, and mixed them in a bowl for a while. This is a delicious bowl of cold noodles to cool down and escape the heat.

Then I watched my mother cut chopped green onion and cucumber slices, and then took out tofu and put it on the plate. Sometimes I add my own pickled pickles, pour a little soy sauce and peel a preserved egg, which is a cold side dish.

My mother's taste

From the time we were born, it represented that we came to a new place. This place is warm, like a ray of sunshine on the body; This place is sweet, as if eating pieces of candy; This place is also bitter, and it seems to be tasting the most bitter things. Although there are bitter, sweet, sour and spicy here, it is still our snuggling arms. This is-Mom.

Mom is bitter. She used to be busy commuting every day. Although she is very busy, she still serves my father and me very comfortably. When I am wronged, there will always be some resentment in my heart, tears will involuntarily flow down, and I will take it out on my mother. When my mother is wronged, she is always so gentle before my eyes. Mother's heart is also bitter.

Mom is very cute. Whenever I come home from school and finish my homework, my mother will put delicious food in front of me and let me eat first. She cleans the house spotless every day and dresses me up like a little princess. In every corner, as long as she is there, there will be happy laughter everywhere. I think My Sweetie is in my heart.

Mom is sour. My mother has been staring at me studying, which makes me feel very tired, especially in the weeks before the exam. But in an exam, I really realized my mother's good intentions. I did well in the exam, which is of course due to my dear mother. Although this period of time is very tiring, I am sure to gain something. I feel sour.

Mom, what's that smell? Is it candy? Is it bitter gourd? Is it Chili? None of these, mom's taste should be rich and colorful.