My mother's taste in my memory is Sophora cake, because there was a big Sophora tree in front of my house when I was a child. Every spring, when Sophora japonica blooms, my mother will make Sophora japonica cakes for me to eat.

When I grew up, I cooked countless delicious dishes for me, but in my memory, my mother's taste was Sophora japonica cake. The ingredients of this delicious food come from the big pagoda tree that is older than me in front of my house. It existed when I was born, and it still stands in front of the old house in my hometown. If there is an opportunity, I want my mother to make me a delicious Sophora japonica cake.

First, the practice of Sophora japonica cake

1, I remember my mother's taste is delicious Sophora cake. When making Sophora japonica cake, we should pick fresh Sophora japonica in spring to remove impurities, and prepare proper amount of salt, pepper, eggs and flour, as well as water and cooking oil. Prepare fresh Sophora japonica, cut off its roots with scissors, then soak it in clear water for more than ten minutes, and then control the moisture after taking it out.

2. Put two eggs into the washed Sophora japonica, add proper amount of flour, edible salt and pepper, stir well with clean chopsticks, and add a small amount of water to mix well to make a more suitable paste. Put an appropriate amount of cooking oil in the pot, heat it, add the batter made of Sophora japonica, spread it into a cake shape quickly with a shovel, fry it until both sides are slightly yellow, and then take it out of the pot.

Second, the taste of Sophora japonica cake

In my memory, my mother's taste is delicious Sophora japonica cake. Sophora japonica cake tastes fresh and attractive, and the flowers are overflowing. Although you can eat delicious Sophora japonica cakes in many places now and make them yourself in spring, I always feel that these Sophora japonica cakes are not my mother's taste. Only when I was a child, the Sophora japonica cake made slowly by myself on the big Sophora japonica tree in front of the door was the taste of my mother, and it was the taste in my memory. After the epidemic, I will take my mother home to have a look. At this time, the locust tree in front of the door has blossomed. I hope my mother still has time to help me make my precious pagoda cake, so I can taste my mother's taste again.