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Memory of Qidong food turnip cake and fried buns
Turnip cake is actually the exact name of the turnip cake, Baidu, turnip cake belongs to the Wuxi or Shanghai snacks, and Qidong is located in the Yangtze River estuary of the north coast, customs and habits, and even the dialect and the opposite side of the river is very close to Shanghai.

? Time to 1987, a group of junior high school students with dreams and visions of the future to come to Qidong Health School in Jiangsu Province to study in the secondary school (at that time, the admission of junior high school students but junior high school students in the side of the best Oh, the score line is much higher than the ordinary high school).

? At that time can only rest one day a week, the school food is poor, poor oil, barren stomach always want to look outside the county to find some snacks to fill the food (at that time can only be snacks and so on, can not afford to sit in the pavilion), so every weekend, we went out in twos and threes to collectively look for food, one time, through the streets and alleys in the west side of the park in a food stall accidentally found this food.

? Hey, said so much, has not entered the theme, first of all, the carrot cake, white radish shaved into silk, add chopped green onions, sea salt, monosodium glutamate, seasoned, flour and water and into a batter, the pot sat in the oil, heating. Use a small spoon to scoop a spoonful of batter poured into a white tin mold, and then put the flavored radish silk, the top and then scoop a little bit of batter to cover, into the frying pan, a moment of work, radish pancake on the molding, automatically floating out of the oil, the appearance of the golden, the aroma is attractive, you can be out of the pot it!

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We always can't wait to pick up and eat, while blowing (hot ah) while feeding the mouth, the fragrance of ah, what Beijing's Quanjude, Dong Lai Shun, all a place, Suzhou's Tao Hua Ju, Hangzhou's floor outside the building (these are later known as the term) is not worth mentioning, that era, the radish cake is a delicacy in our eyes. A few a meal (in fact, generally buy two, 10 cents a, when the cost of living is limited, must be calculated to spend, this is even a weekend hit the teeth), the heart of that beautiful ah, still have a great memory. Now living conditions are good, no longer eat the feeling of eating radish cake.

After talking for so long, I am still immersed in the beauty of the radish cake, and the years are unforgiving.

And then we'll talk about the pan-fried buns. Buns, whether meat buns, vegetable buns, or soup buns, the country seems to be called buns, only Qidong people called steamed buns (I do not know if the Shanghai people also so called), I do not know what they call the real steamed buns.

? Let's just say that the buns, meat buns (the inside is really pork Oh, that era of pork is how good things ah) package, into the pan, a row of good, and then put some oil, and then put a little water, cover the pot, medium heat, this must be accurately mastered the fire, burned to the water is gone, the bottom of the buns yellowish, the oil ZiZiZhong, on the QiJiLa, lifted the lid, sprinkled with scallions while still hot, rows of fragrant, color and lust, the color is attractive, and the color is very attractive, and the color is very attractive, and the color is very attractive. The color is attractive, there are onion and meat aroma of fried buns can be out of the pot. Buy one or two (each 20 cents) wrapped in paper, while walking and watching the cityscape while eating, ah, that beautiful ah, the stomach to get a great satisfaction.

? In a flash, the sun set, we hummed the "northwest wind" (then popular northwest wind, such as the high slopes of the Huangtu, my passionate hometown), stepping lightly back to school, looking forward to the next weekend.

? All gone, leaving my alma mater has been almost thirty years, as the years grow, more and more miss my alma mater, miss the food there, miss my classmates, miss our homeroom teacher!