Yesterday I wrote that the teacher caught me roasting broad beans in class. In fact, we roast a lot of things on the fire, and the weirdest thing is roasted cicadas.
During the summer vacation, the sun is blazing. The adults ask us to take a nap and do our homework at home, and not to go crazy under the sun, but we can't stay here.
The cicadas on the tree outside the window tirelessly chatted with friends, making us feel itchy. Jump up from the bamboo couch, first find a long bamboo pole, take out a net bag, make a circle with bamboo strips around the mouth, insert it into the bamboo pole, and a magical tool for catching cicadas is ready.
A shout from the entrance of the alley: "We've caught the cicada!" A group of friends came out and some of them made one in twos and twos, so they walked towards the foot of the mountain carrying bamboo poles.
Go to the foot of the mountain, one person per tree, find the cicada that can scream excitedly, hold your breath and gently put the net bag on it, be sure to be light, accurate and steady, otherwise the cicada will find it. Fly high.
However, there were a lot of cicadas at that time. I ran here and caught that, and in a short while I caught a large net bag. At first we caught the cicada just for fun. First we clipped one of its wings and watched it fly around, then pulled out its two legs and watched it flop around on the ground.
Tired of playing, I don’t know who suggested roasting cicadas to eat. So I opened the coal stove, clamped the cicada with tongs, and placed it on the coal cake. I heard a sizzling sound and the wings were burned out. After waiting a few seconds, I took out the tongs and put them on the ground, and took off the head and feet. There are a few strands of meat on the underside of its back, which tastes delicious. It was difficult to control the heat at first, as it was always burnt, but gradually I got used to it, and I could roast a few cicadas together, and add a few shreds of meat together to make just enough for one bite.
Later, they developed into roasting dragonflies and various types of bugs, but they all stunk and were inedible.
If you get a sparrow one day, you must roast it well. First, dig a piece of yellow mud from the tea field, pour some water to mix it, wrap the sparrow whole in mud, and bake it on the fire. The boy was always impatient. After a few minutes, he peeled it open and found that it was still raw inside. Then he wrapped it up and put it on, while playing with the rubber band.
When I smelled the aroma, I quickly took out the fire tongs, dropped it to the ground and broke into black powder. The rare snack was in vain, but the rubber band was beating vigorously, and the sparrow was waiting to be caught next time!