In this world, only love and food can live up to it. Love has failed too much, and food can't live up to it. That's right. I can't get tired of eating delicious food.
The sage is still like this. What is the situation?
At this moment, the delicious food I have tasted is like an angel falling into the earth.
The taste buds hidden in the deep heart are mixed with the people and things in memory, and unconsciously hover in the mind, full of fun.
1, the first memory of the tip of the tongue.
Everyone's first memory in the depths of the tongue seems to come from the smell of mother's cooking.
When I was a child, I always liked to lean against my mother and watch her cook in the kitchen. I talked and laughed with her while observing her meticulous cooking.
Chicken stewed mushrooms, pork stewed vermicelli, shrimp dumplings, three fresh potatoes, pot-wrapped meat, silkworm chrysalis, sausages and sticky bean bags have all become my favorite foods under my mother's skillful hands, and the ingredients are very fine, which makes me feel fragrant after drinking enough tea.
Three meals a day in a fine time, although not a gluttonous meal, are actually exclusive to a thick home.
My mother knows my taste buds better than anyone else. She won't ask questions. All care and love are done in silence. I don't even need to order anything, and I don't have to nag her to tell her.
She knows whether I like carrots, green peppers, Chinese cabbage and fungus, and she also knows whether I like sour, spicy or sweet mouths.
She just needs to hear the familiar sentence: "Mom, I'm hungry." In a short time, the favorite fragrance will float in the kitchen.
People are like this, and they often don't know when they will be blessed, such as me.
When I was a child, I still didn't understand the hard work of my parents' rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. I was too young to understand, either because the food was too salty or because the soup was too weak. As a "family gourmet", my mother always listens to my suggestions patiently and tries to improve again and again.
For more than 20 years, there has never been a day when I went out hungry, nor did I go home with an empty table after a busy day.
The only exception is that I have an appointment with my friends to go out for a big meal in advance. Before leaving home, I usually throw out a sentence: "Mom, I'm going out to eat today, so I won't go home to eat."
She will smile and nod. When I put on my shoes and go out, I still don't forget to tell me, "Eat less meat outside and eat less junk food with additives ..."
No matter what setbacks, tests or unsolved problems you encounter outside, you will feel that there is no hurdle in life when you see your mother at home and the carefully cooked hometown dishes.
In fact, seemingly ordinary three meals a day may also give us a lot of potential philosophy of life-eat this meal well and have a good day!
Later, when I left my hometown and went further and further, the taste of those mothers' specialty dishes became more and more clear and important in my memory.
Sometimes I feel that the food at home is not limited to the category of delicious or not.
When I wandered around the city for many years, ordered home cooking on the dining table, lifted the lid and smelled the familiar smell, I was homesick for the first time and didn't want to eat it.
Because it is the smell of home, the memory of childhood, and the beautiful and gentle figure of my mother in a pure white apron embroidered with silk.
Sexy knowledge of a certain period of time and detailed memories of a certain scene are just a way for us to get a happy understanding in the process of growing up and miss our mother's hometown dishes, that's all.
2. Eternal youth, pure complex of taste buds
If I have to pick a solidified time point from my memories, it is my college time, especially those memories in the taste buds, which are the purest memories of my muddling along there.
I believe those students who have lived in college have an unforgettable menu in their minds!
An egg burger with tender inside and tender outside, a spicy roast cold noodles with fresh Q bomb and a steaming bowl of tremella, Sydney and Lycium barbarum soup can easily evoke our youthful feelings.
Although those foods are so ordinary, for me, it is a kind of nostalgia from the tip of the tongue to the apex of the heart.
Although I always spit in my mouth in the canteen, now I think about it, the campus food infiltrated by memory has become my unique complex of "biting the tip of my tongue and getting the tip of my heart".
After the final exam of senior two, I went out to eat midnight snack with my classmates.
There is a lively and extraordinary food street behind the university called "Xuefu Sidao Street", which is also commonly known as snack street. Even though it is close to dawn, it is still brightly lit here.
A dozen people in the group are either holding draft beer or steaming hot pot with herbal tea.
We especially like going to restaurants. The owner of the restaurant is a Shandong native. He is frank and sincere and speaks a strong dialect. We often sit under an open-air shed with orange light bulbs in front of his restaurant and talk all night.
Order some signature dishes, a bowl of fried tripe with old Beijing sesame sauce, and various local delicacies. Just smelling that smell is attractive enough, and it's all fragrant. Just make yourself at home. It's delicious.
At that time, I often joked with him and said to him half jokingly, "Boss, your five elements must belong to the fate of water, and the fortune of catering is so good."
Hearing this, the boss seems to have met a noble person and showed me the way. He can't hide his joy. He nodded to me assiduously, and often came to teach me the management of the catering industry. By the way, he gave me a 60% discount in private. Delicious and affordable. We must be repeat customers.
Think about it at 20 13.
One day a few years later, when I accidentally found that the restaurant disappeared into the street like it disappeared into the air, I was extremely sad.
Later, I was inadvertently recommended by my friends, and I really tasted the unchangeable taste. Seeing the smiling face of Shandong boss, my tears almost didn't fall.
Not melodramatic, nothing else. It's just that time passed in a trance, and a long-lost thing suddenly appeared in front of me. That kind of feeling is like drinking a little wine, a little drunk.
A wisp of memories of college time is like opening a dusty box, and all kinds of feelings emerge, reminding me at all times what is the happiness of "recovering after losing".
3. After remembering, pick up your past self.
There are flowers in spring and moons in autumn. Time seems to be static, but in fact it is advancing rapidly.
We think we can do anything, but it's hard to let the years flow freely. Because of this, memories are so precious that people are reluctant to go, not only the years, but also the taste.
The delicious food that once lingered between the lips and teeth and the tip of the tongue hides our past time, the good times that we can't go back, and the relatives and friends who accompany us.
The most precious thing is the eternal taste condensed in our hearts, our unique homesickness, and the warmth and intimacy of the sun.
The years along the way continue to accompany us, constantly intertwined and hovering in the trajectory of life, lasting and lasting.
Even if I dream, it is a world full of warmth and love.