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Speaking of salty food, it is estimated that many friends in the south are very strange and don't know that it is God madongdong. Some friends in the north may just steal to laugh, thinking, can I still not know salty food?

However, when I talked about salty food with friends from other places several times, I looked puzzled.

now listen to me slowly. what is salty food?

salty food is actually a kind of pasta. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a soft pancake, but I prefer to call it salty food, because a small square inch of salty food carries full memories of childhood and nostalgia.

The first time I had salty food was at my grandmother's house in the countryside. At that time, my sister and brother lived in the commune with my mother and my father was in the army. More than 34 years ago, the traffic was inconvenient. The commune was dozens of miles away from my grandmother's house, so it was rare to go back. So whenever I went back, my grandmother always tried her best to "entertain" us children, but at that time, the countryside was not rich.

but even so, grandma's love for us is all in her daily meal.

Grandma's house is three adobe houses, with a small patio and mottled wooden doors. It seems that in some years, there was a crooked jujube tree in the patio, and there was a chicken nest on the south wall (unfortunately, in one year, we blew it up with two kicks, which was specifically mentioned in the previous article). Grandma raised several chickens. Usually, when the chickens laid eggs, they would fly to the crooked jujube tree to rest.

Grandma carefully saved eggs one by one, waiting for us to go home to eat. It's really strange. I feel that at that time, eggs were not bad even if they were kept for a long time, but now they are still bad in the refrigerator.

On the patio near the western wall, there are several small vegetable beds cultivated by Grandpa. In winter, Chinese cabbage will be planted, and in summer, more things will be planted, such as eggplant, pepper, tomato, cucumber, pumpkin and wax gourd. After harvesting in autumn, pumpkin and wax gourd can be stored for a long time in winter.

The long pumpkin is the "main force" in making salty food. The salty food made from pumpkin is fluffy and soft, and tastes excellent.

Grandma first shredded the pumpkin, put some salt in it, "killed" the water, then beat two eggs, and stirred them evenly. Then she added flour, added some water, and continued to stir them evenly to form a batter that was neither thick nor thin.

At that time, when there was no electricity, it was a disaster of firewood burning. Grandma would find some very soft straw and say that the fire was not hard. After heating the large iron pan, pour the oil into the pan. When the oil is five minutes hot, pour a proper amount of batter, spread it quickly, turn it over, spread it on both sides until it is golden, and then take out the pan. A salty food is done.

when spreading salty food, the heat is very important, so it's best to have a special fire-maker, that is, while pulling the bellows, add firewood to the stove pit, and pay attention to the size of the fire at any time. This is the job that children are most willing to do. Often, several children are around the stove, listening to their grandmother's instructions, adding firewood at any time, and they don't care about the soot on their faces like cats.

At that time, I felt that the salty food spread by my grandmother was simply the best to eat. Now, there are more delicious things than salty food, but I always feel that I can't eat the taste of that year. I don't know whether the years have changed me or I have lost them.

My grandfather died when I was in college, and my grandmother died a few years after I went to work. There were also my father's brothers, that is, my uncles, in my hometown, but I went back to my hometown less and less. My hometown, where my grandparents were absent, gradually became a symbol, and I lost my sureness and closeness.

After that, it is rare to go back to my hometown when there are red and white events in my hometown. The last time I went back to my hometown was several years ago. My second uncle's younger brother got married, so I went back to my hometown. I took advantage of the banquet to go to the old house where my grandmother lived. Strangely, I couldn't seem to find the old house. I asked my uncle before I realized that the ruin I was standing at was the old house where my grandmother lived.

I kept taking pictures of the ruins with my mobile phone. At that time, I didn't know what I wanted to keep. Although I took pictures, I couldn't bring the ruins back to life.

when I was about to leave, a neighbor came out. It was an old woman. She saw me taking a picture and said, Take a picture of me, too. I took a picture of the old woman for her to see. She smiled happily, but I couldn't smile. I turned around silently. I knew that salty food was no longer the same, and my hometown was no longer there.

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in the fourth week of Qi Fanqi's 28-day writing growth camp, he wrote homework (25 articles) with 1381 words.