I have always had a mysterious love for food, as if there were romantic factors in my bones that drove me to keep looking for delicious food. I don't pretend to be a foodie, because foodies have certain requirements for the quality of food. I usually call myself a git, because I can accept food as long as it doesn't taste bad, and my appetite is amazing, unlike eating a little food. Once I like something very much, I must eat enough to be satisfied.

I also like to write a brief introduction to food. An ordinary food describes its unique color and fragrance in literary language, which makes people move their forefinger when reading the food brief introduction, as if they have seen the prototype of the food in front of them. My romanticism is inherited from my mother, a girl who was once full of poetry and painting. But my understanding of food comes from my father's words and deeds.

I used to like food, but I hated cooking. I'm tired of choking fumes and used pots and pans in the kitchen. I always think that cooking is something that yellow-faced women do. I don't want to throw fireworks into the kitchen, as if that would ruin the poetic meaning of life.

People who can't cook are usually cooked by someone, so they don't have to worry about being hungry at all. If they don't want to learn and someone else does, just be a person who eats and waits for death.

There is a good cook in my family, that is, my father, who is also my first cooking teacher.

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I've always liked the dishes cooked by my father. Unfortunately, he's not always at home because he's busy with business, so it's difficult to eat his cooking, which also leads me to remember every dish he cooked vividly.

The most memorable foods in my mind are salt and pepper crayfish and crispy fried small yellow croaker. At that time, my home was a very ordinary rural garden, surrounded by mountains, with a sparkling pond at the door and a green bamboo forest behind the house. I run freely in the country fields and catch the delicious food in this vast field.

The pond is embedded in the middle of the field, like an emerald decorated with a bright diamond. The cool breeze comes to the stagnant pond, which breeds the unique delicacies in the mountains-wild fish and crayfish.

I don't look like a girl. I always catch fish and shrimp with my friends in the village like a crazy boy. When I'm lucky, I can always catch a pot full of fish and shrimp.

I like to sit on the doorstep and watch my father kill fish and cut shrimp. The sunshine at the door hits him, stretching out a tall shadow.

He pickled the cleaned fish and shrimp with salt and ginger slices for a while, put oil in the pan, put the fish and shrimp in the pan after oil heating, fry them until golden, then take them out and let them cool. I can't help but reach out and steal food, and my father will stop loudly: "You don't want your hands, and you will cry to me when you burn!" "

I watched my father sprinkle Chili powder and allspice powder on the surface of small yellow croaker, and made salt and pepper powder to sprinkle on crayfish. That spicy taste and fresh fragrance are intertwined, and the smell of crime spreads in the air, and suddenly I feel that time is beautiful.

I couldn't help but pick up a crayfish and put it in my mouth. It was crisp and delicious, and the meat was tender, smooth and firm. I ate it all in one plate before I knew it. Small yellow croaker is also spicy and refreshing, crispy and delicious, and the ingredients bred in a natural and pure environment exude a fresh and refreshing atmosphere.

nowadays, you can't eat the unique delicacy in the barbecue shop in the city, but you can only remember the taste in your memory.

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I've always felt that dad's cooking has an indescribable taste, which will make you fall in love with food and a plain but smoky life. I never knew how to cook that taste, but later I realized that you just have to work hard.

A friend of Dad's runs a restaurant in Yunnan. The specialty of the restaurant is beer duck, which is said to be unique to Yunnan.

He has been praising this dish since he ate it, which makes me want to eat it. I told him that you kept chanting in front of me every day, which made me want to eat. Dad said, "Let's do it if we want!" "

"but you won't!"

"It won't matter, just learn and do."

Dad bought a fat big fire duck, boiled it, shaved it, cut it open, and in a short time, a big duck turned into a piece of meat. He called his friend to ask how to do it. His friend told him to pickle duck meat with ginger and salt first to get rid of the fishy smell. Deep-fry the duck in hot oil, leave the bottom oil in the pot and saute the seasoning, stir-fry the duck, add beer and stew until the duck is soft but not rotten and detached from the bones.

If I were someone else, I wouldn't call again to ask for details, but my father is such a person who cooks food with care. He asks his friends what seasonings to put in, and if there are any special seasonings. How many bottles of wine should a duck put? Every detail should be asked clearly, and then do the same thing.

To tell the truth, the taste of that beer duck is really delicious beyond description. The duck meat has no fishy smell at all. The meat is soft but not rotten enough to lose its proper taste. The cooking is just right. The only fly in the ointment is that he put too much salt in his hands, which made me drink a lot of water after eating this beer duck.

Mom teased Dad that cooking this dish is troublesome to death. Dad replied that it's no harm to bother for the sake of delicious food. Since all the ingredients cost money, why not make it delicious?

to make food delicious, you must be careful. If you don't make food with your heart, it is bound to be a waste of ingredients. Just as my mother can stew all the chicken in a pot of chicken soup, because there is no intention, the taste of that pot of soup is so unsatisfactory that no one wants to drink it.

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Cooking food with your heart is to integrate your love of life into food and give it emotion. The biggest function of food should be to comfort the soul, not just to eat.

I got acne all over my face because of endocrine disorders in my sophomore year. I should avoid eating when I drink Chinese medicine to regulate my body, and I can't eat many things. My recipes are rice congee or rice congee, and I feel like vomiting.

I am very wronged to say to my father, "I doubt my life after drinking porridge every day. I want to go out for dinner."

Dad said that if you want to be laughed at and ridiculed by others with such a bad face, you can go out for dinner and I won't stop you.

I'm just complaining. I don't really want to go out for dinner. I asked dad, you said that the doctor said that you can't eat this and that, and you can't touch it. Do you want me to starve to death?

"starve to death? You wait, I'll cook for you and see if I can starve you. "

Dad carefully washed the cabbage, twisted it into small pieces, put it in boiling water, washed the rice, and put it in the pot with the cabbage. The fire boiled, the fire simmered slowly, and a pot of green and white cabbage porridge was steaming. My father slowly stirred it with a spoon and told me that "the wet road should be run, and the porridge should be stirred".

stir the porridge more, so that the porridge will be smooth, soft and delicious. This is the secret of cooking porridge that my father told me.

The doctor won't let me eat Chili, for fear of leaving a red mark on my face. Dad added a spoonful of bad pepper water to the root of the broken ear and put some salt. The cold dish is sour and sour, and it is surprisingly delicious. Cabbage porridge with cold salad and broken ears, at that moment I thought I was eating something delicious.

I've had several bowls of porridge after several days of loss of appetite. Dad said that whether the food is delicious or not does not depend on the rarity of the ingredients. For example, your mother, who thinks that eating is just to not be hungry, never puts much thought into cooking. Even if you give her dragon meat and sea cucumber, she can't cook delicious food.

on the contrary, if you make a food with your heart, even ordinary ingredients can make top-notch delicious food. Good food doesn't have to be expensive. What matters is the mind and feelings. Only food cooked with heart and love can be called delicious. Anything cooked casually is a waste of food. It is better not to cook it, or it will be a pity to throw it away.

I suddenly fell in love with the ordinary time and the life full of fireworks.

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Then I began to learn to cook. At first, it was very difficult, and I often cut my fingers. I am not skilled in cooking, and my hands are all burnt. Washing and brushing make my nails no longer the white color of the past. But I don't know why, I just feel very happy and have an indescribable satisfaction and happiness.

At the beginning, the food I cooked was always cooked in the dark, either fried or undercooked, and my parents were not picky, saying that all they had to do was have a hot dish and a hot meal at home, so long as it was not bad.

I suddenly felt very guilty. I couldn't cook them a good meal for so long, so I began to watch online food tutorials and fiddle with them. If you think a dish is delicious when you go out to eat, you must carefully ponder the taste and distinguish what seasoning it uses. You must practice it yourself when you go home.

Over time, the cooked food can be seen and eaten, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Now I boast that my cooking is average, and I even think that my cooking is much more delicious than take-away.

I always remember what my father said, you must be careful when cooking, and you should integrate your love of life into your meals. Meal should not only be food to fill the stomach, but also a carrier of emotion, warmth of the soul and hope for life.

I am comfortable and satisfied in such an ordinary and simple life. Some people may say that I have no pursuit, but everyone's life is inherently different.

you want to conquer the world, I just want to conquer my taste buds; You want to pursue your dreams and go higher and further. I just want to live a quiet life by growing flowers and vegetables.

There are always many regrets and deaths in life, and only love and food can live up to them. Every food cooked with love is a top-class dish, even if the ingredients are extremely ordinary, because with love, there is a unique nobility and priceless.

loving life begins with cooking three meals a day with your heart. If you love food, you must be a positive and optimistic person. You can have a good appetite if you are in a good mood.

Even if I have nothing, I can at least cook. If you think about it this way, I also have advantages. Moreover, the food I cook is quite delicious, and it is also a good choice to be a chef when I am unemployed in the future. Life is full of hope, so how can I be unhappy?

Food cooked with love is delicious, and people who live with heart will be happy. You who live seriously in three meals a day have the most precious happiness and happiness.

thank him for loving me, and I love him. In the future, I must cook a lot of delicious meals myself, and enjoy the fireworks and touches in my life with those who love me and those I love.

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A young girl full of romantic fantasies, who is committed to pursuing a poetic life. Love writing, love food, love life, love pets, and nostalgia for "old" girls. I would like to write warmth with my pen and record the light and shadow in the fleeting time.

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