Grandma soup? Don't worry, listen to me slowly-it is an ordinary home-cooked taro soup in Jiangnan water town. The production is simple and the raw materials are very common. Peel taro and cut it into thin slices. Add green beans, water and oil and steam on a rice cooker. When the rice is cooked and the taro soup is cooked, add salt and mix well. Sprinkle with dark green chopped green onion. My favorite taro soup is cooked. As long as I go home on holidays, grandma will stew a big pot!
The taro soup in my house is stewed by my grandmother, and the taro, green beans and shallots used for cooking are also planted by my grandmother. Taro soup and I, it is an unforgettable taste, love at first sight, unique love!
I remember that when I was a child, I didn't like eating very much, and my grandmother and mother felt headaches. During that time, I was in poor health and farmed in the countryside. Grandma asked me to go downstairs for dinner as usual that day. At the urging of my mother, I opened the door and went downstairs lazily. I smelled a strange smell as soon as I opened the door. Its smell is not the smell of fresh fish soup, nor the smell of braised pork. It's a fragrance that I can't say. It seems that I will never leave. I hurried to the table and saw a colorful watercolor painting (I didn't know it until my mother introduced me). ) —— Green green beans and milky white taro slices are intertwined, like sheep playing on the grassland, while golden homemade rapeseed oil and green shallots make taro soup a unique yellow-green lawn under the autumn wind. Grandma quickly handed me a spoonful of soup, and I quickly put a spoonful of soup in my mouth. Well, it's salty and light, smooth and refreshing, and it feels a bit like milk, but it's not as boring as sweet milk, or even as astringent as pure milk. I scooped up some taro chips and put them in my mouth, which was a little salty, a little sweet and a little fragrant with mung beans. When I put them in my mouth, they melt. I quickly went to scoop another spoon, and the spoon moved. The little mung bean in the thick soup is like a naughty little star, playing hide-and-seek between "Aries" and "yellow-green lawn". I was fascinated by it: "grandma, mom, what's the name of this dish?" It's so beautiful, so delicious! " Grandma squinted with a smile. My mother told me that my grandmother, whose waist and legs are inconvenient, got up early to dig taro and stewed this bowl of taro soup with her heart. I 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 Soup!"
From then on, I fell in love with this "grandma soup". Grandma always grows taro, soybeans and shallots herself. Every time I go home, I personally stew a big bowl of love taro soup with various colors and tastes, which makes my tongue stick!