A 600-word essay on family love on the tip of the tongue (1)
The autumn wind is blowing and crab legs are fat. Autumn is a good time to eat crabs. On October 2, my father came back from work and bought 8 hairy crabs. They were gray-green and as big as the palm of my hand. The most eye-catching thing is the two large pliers in the front, swinging majestically with their teeth and claws. I was very excited and shouted to my mother to cook the crabs quickly.
About 20 minutes later, the smell of crabs came from the kitchen, and the crabs were out of the pot. At this time, their color turned orange-red, which was very attractive. The aroma hit my nostrils and made my mouth water. I couldn't wait to grab a crab, "Oh, it burned me to death!" I shouted and waved my hands. Dad saw my anxious look and said with a smile: "I can't eat hot tofu if I'm anxious. Don't be anxious, take your time."
After a while, the crab was not so hot anymore. I immediately picked up a crab and broke open the crab shell. The bright yellow crab roe was displayed in front of me, and it was shiny. I couldn't help but add a bite, "It's so fresh and delicious!" My mother helped me pour some vinegar into the crab shell. I dipped it in a little vinegar and took a bite of the crab roe. It was oily but not greasy, not to mention how delicious it was! Suddenly, my appetite was whetted, and I quickly wiped out all the crab shells. I wiped the oil on my mouth, picked up the bulging crab body, and broke it apart hard. The plump meat was exposed in front of me. It was white, tender, and really delicious. I bit it gently and tasted it slowly. It was soft yet chewy, so delicious.
After eating the crab body, I started to deal with the crab legs. I picked up a large pair of pliers, broke it hard, bit hard, and sucked it into my mouth, and a large piece of meat slipped into my mouth. I chewed it carefully and leisurely, and my father beside me said with a smile: "You are such a snack food."
Finally, I finished eating a crab, and there was still a trace of it in my mouth. Fresh and fragrant. I smacked my lips, but I still had more to say.
Autumn is a harvest season. In this beautiful season, there are many delicacies waiting for us to taste.
A 600-word essay on family love on the tip of the tongue (2)
Although my mother is not very good at cooking, she likes to make some desserts: steamed buns, steamed buns, pumpkin cakes, soy milk, Milk tea... there are so many more. Every time I watch my mother make them, my mouth water. Even the mother of my good friend Chen Biyu said jokingly after tasting it: "Well, it's so delicious that your mother can even set up a stall in front of the school!"
One day during the holiday, I After getting up, I saw my mother making pancakes in the kitchen. I walked over curiously and asked, "Mom, what kind of pancake is this?"
"I won't tell you, you will know it when you taste it." Mom said A large plate of hot pancakes came out. I smelled the large plate of cakes and said to myself: "Wow, it smells so good!" Then I picked one up with chopsticks and ate it.
"Hey, why does this cake smell like banana?" I looked at my mother, "Could this be...banana cake?"
"Hey, you guessed it right La!" Mom said proudly while tasting her "work". I thought the banana cake was delicious, so I pestered my mother to teach me how to make it. Mom walked to the kitchen and said slowly: "Actually, I made this banana cake by accident. I originally wanted to make sweet potato cake for you to eat. It just so happened that there were a few bananas at home, so I had an idea: Why not fry a banana cake and eat it? To eat, the method is actually very simple. It is the same as ordinary pancakes: mix flour, cold water, sugar, and eggs into a thick consistency, but there is one more step: cut the banana into thin slices and put it on a plate. I didn't finish frying just now and there are still some ingredients left. Why don't I fry them for you on the spot?" I jumped up happily and said, "Okay, okay!" I saw my mother putting oil in the pan and waiting for it to heat up. Spread the thick flour evenly in the pan, then spread the banana slices one by one on the pancake and fry together. When both sides of the pancake are golden brown, scoop it up with a spatula and put it into a plate. Repeat this. After a few times, many pieces of delicious banana pancakes are ready.
“Oh, it turns out it’s so simple to make!” But this seemingly simple banana cake took my mother a lot of thought. I love the little desserts made by my mother, because they are not only delicious, but also embody a lot of maternal love. Mom, starting from today, I will also make many, many delicious things for you to eat!
A 600-word essay on family love on the tip of the tongue (3)
As soon as I arrived at the door of my grandma’s house in the countryside, I smelled the familiar fragrance. I rushed to the dining table and couldn’t wait to taste it. My favorite - "Grandma Soup".
Grandma’s soup? Don't worry, (m.taiks.com) listen to me and tell you slowly - it is a common home-cooked taro soup in Jiangnan water towns. It is simple to make and has common ingredients. Peel and slice the taro into thin slices, add green beans, water and oil, put it on the rice pot and steam it. When the rice is cooked and the taro soup is cooked, add salt and mix well. Then sprinkle with dark green chopped green onions, and my favorite taro soup with full color, flavor and flavor is ready. As long as I go home during holidays, grandma will make a big pot of stew!
My grandma stews the taro soup herself, and the taro, green beans, and chives used in cooking are also grown by her.
Taro soup and I have an indissoluble bond that is unforgettable at first sight, love at first sight, and love at first taste!
I remember that when I was a child, I didn’t like to eat very much. My grandmother and mother all had headaches. During that time, I was in poor health and was recuperating in the countryside. That day, my grandma asked me to go downstairs for dinner as usual. At my mother's urging, I lazily opened the door and went downstairs. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strange fragrance. Its fragrance was not that of fresh fish soup, nor that of fresh fish soup. The strong aroma of braised pork is a fragrance that I can't describe. Once I smell it, I seem to be unable to leave. I quickly ran to the dining table and saw a colorful watercolor painting (I only learned about it after my mother introduced it.) - emerald green green beans and milky white taro slices intertwined with each other, as if I could see the grass on the grassland. The sheep were frolicking, and the golden homemade rapeseed oil and green onions turned the taro soup into a unique yellow and green lawn blown by the autumn wind.
Grandma quickly handed over a ladle of soup, and I quickly took a spoonful of soup and put it into my mouth. Well, it is salty and light, smooth and refreshing, with a bit of milky feel, but it does not have the greasy taste of sweet milk, nor the astringent taste of pure milk. I I scooped some taro slices and put them in my mouth. It was a little salty, a little sweet, and had a little bit of the fragrance of green beans. As soon as I put it in my mouth, it melted and the light deliciousness flowed in. It feels so comfortable in my throat! I quickly went to scoop it up again, and when the spoon moved, the little mung beans in the thick soup were like naughty little stars, hiding and seeking between the "white sheep" and the "yellow-green lawn". I was fascinated by it: "Grandma, Mom, this What’s the name of the dish? It’s so beautiful and so delicious!” Grandma’s eyes narrowed with laughter. My mother told me that grandma, who has limited waist and legs, got up early to dig out taro and stewed this bowl of taro soup with great care. Hope you can eat more!
Oh, there is grandma’s deep love in this taro soup. No wonder it is so beautiful and delicious! "Then it should be called grandma's soup!"
Since then, I have fallen in love with this "grandma's soup". Grandma always grows taro, soybeans, and green onions with her own hands, and makes them stew for me every time I go home. A big bowl of love taro soup that is full of color, flavor and flavor, which makes my tongue unable to melt it!