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April Fangfei, encounter the Miao family delicacy - Artemisia cake

On Qingming Festival, the whole family has fun together, making mugwort cakes and having reunion dinner. My mother is happy and my wife is happy.

Happiness is actually that simple!

——Inscription: On April 3, it is not raining heavily during the Qingming Festival, but everything is recovering, the sun is not dry, and the breeze is just right.

He took his wife and children with him and returned to his hometown in the countryside to pay homage to his ancestors and sweep their graves.

Taking my mother with me, the family walked along a mountain mechanized farming road, through the mountains, forests and fields, and came to a familiar place from childhood - my family's field.

Six years ago, my father passed away. My mother and I discussed burying him here.

Here, there are several fields and land of my family.

Because my father left, my mother could no longer farm by herself, so it became desolate.

Every spring, the place is covered with weeds and wild flowers.

Naturally, it is also full of wild vegetables, especially the wormwood, which is plump and tender, and the fields are covered with roots.

When I was a child, these mugworts were often cut back by my mother and sister to feed the pigs and cows.

People in the village still don't care about it.

Many times, my father would put the cows in the field to eat the tender and plump wormwood.

Now that living conditions have improved, wormwood has become people's treasure. It has entered high-end restaurants and become people's delicacies. Especially in the ancient city of Fenghuang, Chinese and foreign tourists are vying for the wormwood cakes made with wormwood.

Taste, regardless of price.

"Baby! Jiula went into the tax worship society randomly, Shuangluo, Xiangyizhai, Kadianychu tax worship society Gangmu Nong!" (Miao language: Son, there are a lot of wormwood in the fields, tender and big, come and join me

Shit, I’ll make wormwood cakes for you to eat later!) My wife and son carried her bamboo-backed basket to another field to cut wormwood.

My mother and I tattooed my father on the edge of another field.

I used a sickle to cut away the weeds on my father's grave bit by bit. My mother sat in front of my father's grave, burning some paper and crying to tell my father about the pain of missing her.

After my mother and I finished tattooing my father, my wife and son also cut a basketful of mugwort.

Our family went home along the tractor road again.

Back home, my wife and children sat in the yard of their hometown, picking up wormwood. They took off the freshest tips and put them in a basin to wash them clean.

My mother took out a few kilograms of glutinous rice from the granary and went to her aunt's house in the village, which had a stone mill, to grind it into fine powder.

My mother said that it was a rare occasion for her grandson to return to his hometown and ask me to kill a chicken and have a family reunion dinner.

As my mother ordered, my son and I killed the chickens and trimmed their feathers.

The whole family is very busy!

When my mother came back from grinding glutinous rice flour, my wife and my mother started making mugwort cakes.

My son and I cook.

The two of them put the wormwood in a pot, added water and boiled it until it was tender. Then they took it out and kneaded it finely. Then they added the glutinous rice flour and kneaded it together. Knead the wormwood and the glutinous rice flour evenly.

My mother took out the bacon and salted vegetables, washed them, cut the bacon into small cubes, chopped the salted vegetables into fine pieces, then mixed them together and used them as the filling for the mugwort cake.

After that, they wrapped the stuffing into mugwort glutinous rice flour, and the mugwort cake was made.

Watching the two of them singing along, their son also joined them.

Finally, put each wormwood cake into the steamer and steam until cooked.

In about half an hour, the wormwood cake is steamed and ready to go.

The wife took it out, one for each person.

The family started eating in the kitchen.

The wormwood cake is tough, waxy and smooth, with a strong aroma of wild wormwood.

Freshly baked wormwood cakes are the most delicious, filling your lips with sweetness. Although they are extremely soft and waxy, they are not sticky at all.

If a person eats just two or three, he can satisfy both hunger and greed.

After eating, there is a refreshing aroma in the stomach.