1. There is no food in the world. In the eyes of different people, there are different kinds of food and different tastes. Food may be sweet and delicious watermelon in hot summer; It may be a cup of hot cocoa sent by relatives in the bitter winter; It is more likely to be fried rice with eggs on the table when you are hungry. Yes, for me, the only thing that can be called delicious food is that plate of dark green sour beans.
2. My aunt brought the sour beans for the first time from my hometown. She always brought three cans of sour beans. Through the thick glass, you can see that the beans seem to be constantly squeezing in the cans, and the number is not trivial; You can also smell their unique flavor. My bright eyes found the target, and my clever nose found the delicious food.
3. The first dish mom prepares for lunch is sour beans, so as to keep the original flavor of beans. Whenever I want to taste the food for the first time, I will stand next to my mother and watch her cook. I saw her first cut the reddish pepper into thin slices with a kitchen knife. When I put the beans in a pot, my mother immediately opened the fire and poured the oil into the pot. They immediately boiled, and the temperature of the oil gradually increased. They were alive and kicking in the pot like elves. At this time, my mother seems to have set her watch correctly and poured the pepper into the pot. This "party in the pot" became louder and louder, and the smell of pepper also spread in the pot. Some pepper cores slipped out and jumped out of the pot with the fluctuating oil, and the heat gradually went out; Some jumped 3 inches high and then fell into the pot, still boiling with hot air.
4. This scene didn't last long. When the oil temperature was right, she gently poured the beans into the pan and dropped them into the oil pan. An innocent cloud of smoke floated up with the chirping of cooking. What she smelled was crispy, green onion, which was three points more penetrating than the rotten eggplant and three points lighter than the greasy meat. Wonderful! This smell is still in my heart.
5. You don't need to continue frying for too long. When the fire is turned off, the fragrance will be more intense. Well, you can smell it in Fiona Fang for ten miles. I followed my mother and watched her pour the beans into the plate. When I went to cook, I saw that the dark green coat was not eye-catching, but it seemed to support the fiery red pepper, but I had never smelled any aroma comparable to it. I was surprised by the taste of a short period of sour beans. My mother's cooking didn't make them soft, but made them hard and brittle, sour and tender. Pepper also made them spicy vaguely, like a wheelbarrow in the sea fog, neither rising into the abdominal cavity nor weakening in the mouth. Everything was just right and proper.
6. This simple side dish has brought me great satisfaction. Although sour beans are sour, we can find different tastes from them. Life is also sour, but if you look carefully, you can find that life is actually appropriate and beautiful. In the life where accidents may occur, no one has an accident, and he still works during the day and sleeps soundly at night. There is no volcanic eruption, no earthquake and tsunami. How nice!