The taste of hometown composition 1 As long as the taste of hometown is mentioned, it can make me remember the taste of cold rolled powder.
Whenever I think of the special snacks in my hometown, I count the cold rolls. The cold roll powder in my hometown is delicious, and the white roll powder is cut into strips. After soaking in the red pepper soup, it immediately becomes red. You can smell the smell of pepper, peanuts and leeks before the cold rolled powder is served. It tastes cool, and after a while, it will have a little sweet taste, which can be said to be perfect.
In fact, the method of cold rolled powder is also very simple: cut the bought cold rolled powder into strips first, and then you can make the seasoning. Put some pepper water first, then you can put some peanuts and chopped leeks. Add some sugar, salt, soy sauce and a little sour vinegar, and a bowl of delicious cold rolled powder will be ready.
Every time I skip lunch, I look forward to going back to my grandmother's house to eat a bowl of cold rolled powder. Once, when I went back to my grandmother's house, I bought seasoning, but I didn't cut the rolled powder into strips, but it was rolled. I rolled a small roll in the seasoning and sent it to my mouth. It was delicious.
Cold rolled powder is the most beautiful taste in my hometown. Every time I think of cold rolled powder in my hometown, my mouth water will flow to thousands of feet.
Hometown Taste Composition 2 Hometown has a sweet taste, which makes people have an unspeakable feeling. This should be the unique taste of hometown!
Look! It's another year of good spring, with new buds popping up everywhere, and peach blossoms in front of the house are also opening one after another. Pink buds, golden pollen, small green calyx and crystal-clear petals look pure and beautiful, adding vitality to the grass on the side. The grass dresses up the peach blossoms, and the peach blossoms add beauty to the grass. It's really a pleasant and comfortable scene.
We are also the hometown of bamboo here. When you walk into the bamboo forest, you will feel more comfortable than ever. The tall and green bamboo makes the whole mountain forest green and makes people feel immersed in the painting. Look, there are a few seedlings that are not to be outdone. Young seedlings are sprouting, trying to grow and stand on their own feet. I often love to take a deep breath and feel the smell of mountains and forests. When I look down at these wild flowers and weeds, people seem to become happier.
When the sun sets, our friends often get together to laugh and play. Here, we get along very well, very harmoniously and always very sweet.
This is my hometown, this taste is so sweet, this sweet taste, I will always remember it in my heart!
The flavor of hometown composition 3 After leaving my hometown for many years, in addition to the kind faces in my mind, there is also the intoxicating taste.
The taste of hometown is cucumber in summer. Cucumber is a kind of vegetable growing on vines. At first glance, it looks like a long dragon winding. Take it off and take a bite. Chew it. It tastes fresh and delicious. It's crispy and raw in My Sweetie. It's delicious.
The taste of hometown is corn in early autumn. Break off some fresh corn and put it in the pot. Before it is cooked, the smell of corn will come to the nose, refreshing, and there will be a feeling of craving immediately. The corn is out of the pot, and the hot air emits with fragrance, which is foggy. Have a taste, the delicious taste of corn is really a delicious food, which is rare in the world.
The taste of my hometown is the sweet "foreign girl" in late autumn. "Foreign girl" is a kind of fruit that grows in the ground. It is a mature "girl" who fell to the ground from a twig. Pick it up, peel off a thin layer of red skin, and there is a small yellow ball in it, which is sweet, sour and delicious.
The taste of hometown is unforgettable.
The taste of hometown composition 4 The taste of hometown is always unforgettable. There are four seasons in my hometown, with different tastes.
In spring, the spring breeze blows gently, which is a good season to fly kites. Make an appointment with some good friends to fly kites in the park. Everyone is talking and laughing while flying kites. At this time, the taste of hometown is happiness.
In summer, the scorching sun scorches the earth. Lovely bees are not afraid of the heat and are busy among the flowers, in order to let us drink sweet and fragrant honey. At this time, the taste of hometown is sweet.
In autumn, the crops are abundant and the fruits are fragrant. In the field, sorghum blushed and rice bent with laughter. In the orchard, apples are blushing, and round persimmons are like the fat faces of dolls. The farmer's uncle was so happy that he quickly went to the fields and trees to harvest, and the laughter of the farmer's uncle sounded everywhere. At this time, the taste of hometown is harvest.
In winter, the Chinese New Year is coming, and every household begins to buy new year's goods. On the night of New Year's Eve, the whole family gathered for dinner, and the children got together to set off fireworks. At this time, the taste of hometown is happiness.
The taste of hometown is rich and colorful, with endless aftertaste. In my opinion, the most gratifying thing is that the family is happy and happy.
I haven't eaten the oyster cakes in my hometown for a long time because I went to school in other places. Until now, the taste of the oyster cakes still lingers on my tongue.
The skin of the oyster cake is golden yellow, and the green chopped green onion is sandwiched in the golden cake, which looks like a dark green bird flying above the sun, making people look very appetizing.
The oyster cake not only looks good, but also tastes good. When eating oyster cakes, you can first gently bite the oyster cakes, and then eat them with the cakes and stuffing. Bite them down in one bite, which is moderately sweet and salty. It's simply delicious!
The oyster cake is also very simple, and everyone can make it. Just prepare the ingredients and mix the dough. First, fry the cake until golden, then add chopped green onion and oyster, and fry for about two minutes, and a delicious oyster cake will be served.
Once, when I went back to my hometown, my grandmother made this cake. As soon as the food was served, I took a piece of oyster cake and wolfed it down, but who knows, the oyster in the cake was not cleaned, and it was full of sand, so I complained bitterly. But ah, it didn't reduce my love for oyster cakes because of this little thing.
Because mom and dad are busy, we haven't been home for a long time, and I haven't eaten oyster cakes in my hometown for a long time. I really miss the taste of my hometown!
The Taste of Hometown Composition 6 When I mention my hometown, the most unforgettable thing is the taste of the New Year in my hometown.
On New Year's Eve, the quiet village suddenly boiled up, because every household was busy killing chickens and sheep, and my grandmother's house was no exception. Grandparents are busy killing chickens and ducks. Suddenly, my uncle rushed in and said in a hurry, "A wild sheep has been found on the mountain, hurry!"! Help to catch it! " Without saying anything, I pulled up grandma's black German shepherd and ran to the mountain. My uncle picked up a rope and ran to the mountain.
A fierce campaign of encirclement and suppression of goats began. The dog barked excitedly when he saw the goat. The goat was scared and panicked, and its mouth kept bleating with fear. Want to drill into the Woods, dad quickly picked up a wooden stick around him and drove the goat back. His uncle was not idle, so he went around behind the panicked goat and tied the goat's two hind legs together in lightning speed. The goat fell to the ground with a plop, and his uncle took a kitchen knife and swung it at the goat's neck.
A goat's head was solemnly added in the center of the altar for ancestor worship, and a chicken and a duck were placed on the left and right sides respectively, and incense and candles were lit. After a burst of firecrackers, we respectfully worshipped our ancestors.
The smell of Chinese New Year in my hometown lingers in my mind for a long time. How unforgettable I am!
The flavor of hometown composition 7 Time is like a huge brush, which brushes away many things, but it can't erase the flavor of my hometown all the time.
Whenever I think of the flavor of my hometown-Chongqing Noodles, I always think of the refreshing taste, spicy taste and beautiful color of Chongqing Noodles in my mind. Chongqing noodles have bright colors, bright red chili pepper, bright red spicy oil, white yellow alkaline water surface, and some cyan pepper. This is the beautiful Chongqing noodles.
Chongqing noodles are beautiful and delicious. When you stir up a chopstick noodle and blow it into your mouth, you first feel the elasticity and smoothness of the alkaline water surface, then the richness of the soup, and finally the enthusiasm of the pepper. The smell of Chongqing noodles makes people covet, and the smell of pepper makes people fly.
The practice of Chongqing noodles is not complicated, but the noodles should be alkaline, so that they taste refreshing, the peppers should be green peppers, and the soup should be broth cooked with bones, so that a bowl of delicious noodles is ready.
Once, when I was eating noodles, I shook off a lot of Chili noodles because of my shaking hands. At first, I felt nothing. As usual, I picked up a chopstick noodle and slowly sent it into my mouth. Eating and eating, I only felt that my whole body was getting hotter and hotter, and my head was sweating. In an instant, I let out a cry of "Ah" and ran to the glass.
Whenever I think of the delicious Chongqing noodles, I always think of my beautiful hometown.
The flavor of hometown composition 8 My hometown is the place I care about most, because the scenery of my hometown is the most familiar flavor.
For me, the scenery in my hometown has a healing effect. Its beauty can touch the deepest heartstrings in my heart, like a beautiful pipa, leading me into its tenderness, intoxicated and unable to extricate myself.
The blue sky reflects the green lake, which is first covered with poetry for this beautiful scenery. Fallen leaves gently skim the water, like a fairy who doesn't know the world visiting the world for the first time, dancing her gentle body shyly. The breeze blows, responding to the fallen leaves, ups and downs with it, blowing away a lot of anxiety. Not far away, there will often be a burst of singing, gently and slowly lingering in the heart. I don't know who is singing, and I don't know what it is, but I feel unprecedented comfort.
Looking up, the sunset is embedded in the fiery red sky, and the clouds are around it, sinking bit by bit. At first glance, it seems that the red canopy is slowly fading from top to bottom because of washing, and it has faded out of its most authentic appearance. At this time, there are always a group of egrets who go home, pushing and shoving, laughing and flying through the pale red sky, as if weaving a song of going home.
Looking back, smoke has risen above the house. Walking home on a narrow path, this dreamlike artistic conception is addictive.
When night falls, the stars are shining all over the sky, and they give off dazzling light and cover people. At night, they use their own strength to convey happiness to people.
The taste of my hometown is sweet, which conveys happiness and hope to people and is full of my beautiful memories.
The taste of hometown composition 9 Time is like running water, which flows away and never comes back. The new year is coming, and the bustling market in my hometown and the spicy smell come to my mind. This smell, lingering in my mind, is also the smell of my hometown.
Looking for this fragrance, I seem to see the delicious food in our hometown-spicy hot pot. The pot is steaming hot, and there are peppers as big as beans floating in the boiling red soup. The dark red peppers are clearly visible, and different ingredients are rolling back and forth in the pot. Our family sat around the hot pot, and my parents kept picking vegetables for my brother and me, but what about my grandparents? Then he kept shouting: "It's so spicy!" "Bashi!" Our family ate hot pot and talked about home. What a warm and harmonious scene!
In fact, don't think that hot pot can only be eaten in hot pot restaurants, but you can also cook it at home: first, you must prepare the right amount of ingredients. Seasoning and seasoning, then, put the hotpot seasoning in the pot, then add boiling water, and after a few minutes, according to your own preferences, put the prepared fresh vegetarian dishes and meat into the pot in turn, which can become a small spicy hotpot!
At this time, everyone served a bowl, and we couldn't wait to pick up chopsticks. No matter whether it was hot or not, we stuffed meat and vegetables into our mouths. Juice from meat and vegetables flows into the stomach along the tip of the tongue. It's delicious!
Although I am studying in a foreign land, the mouth-watering taste of my hometown fascinates me!
The taste of hometown composition 10 The taste of hometown is not the delicacies of mountains and seas, but the unpretentious taste of the country, and only in this way can it touch people's hearts.
Every time I go to the Ueda market meeting, the shouts on both sides are endless, and the seduced people can't help but want to go shopping. My biggest craving is fried oil cakes. Every time I go to the "oil cake shop" on the corner, I always stare blankly at the master who kneaded noodles. The syrup in the big oil pan made my mouth water, and the smell made my mouth water. Picking up a bite, brown sugar and soft noodles went into my stomach, making me involuntarily take another bite. Its appearance is not attractive, but it has a warm heart. Doesn't this represent the simple people in my hometown?
Eating a hot egg custard in winter always makes me satisfied. I saw grandma knock on the egg, pour it into the bowl, then pour the water into the bowl with the egg shell, then do other projects well, steam for a while, and pour sesame oil, soy sauce and other seasonings. This bowl of fragrant, hot and soft egg custard doesn't include the functions of hometown people.
Autumn is the most pleasant! The sky is pure and not stained with a cloud. It would be better if there was a delicious meal. Grandma's pumpkin pie is delicious food. When the melons and fruits can't be eaten up, grandma will move a big pumpkin, steam it until it is soft, mix it with water and form dough, then fry it on the electric baking pan. After taking it out, you can enjoy this sweet treasure. The sweet and soft waxy pumpkin pie contains grandma's love and concern, which I will always remember in my heart.
The taste of my hometown always reminds me of those simple and lovely people. This delicious food is full of the unpretentious enthusiasm and hard-working and kind spirit of my hometown people!
The taste of hometown composition 1 1 The taste of hometown is a pot of mellow and intoxicating wine, a cup of thick and sweet tea, and a cool and delicious spring water ...
There are many different flavors in my hometown, such as fried oyster, fried laver, sweet potato porridge, oil cake and rice cake ... Among them, the fried laver cooked by my mother is the one that impressed me the most and my favorite.
Every year when the laver is harvested, my father always buys back two or three kilograms at the first time, so that our whole family can have a good time. Every time my mother carefully cooked fried seaweed, I always stared at the process of making fried seaweed: I saw my mother prepared some ingredients in advance, a piece of lean meat, a garlic and a few chopped green onions. Then mother soaked laver in clear water, washed and dried; Then heat the pot and add the right amount of lard. Mom said, "Nini, fried laver is not only delicious and smooth, but also nutritious." Everyone in our village will do it, and everyone, men, women and children love it. "
As soon as the voice fell, I saw a steaming, black and shiny fried laver coming out of the pot, and a burst of delicious taste came to my nose instantly. I can't wait to eat a bite, "ah! Fried seaweed is delicious! " I couldn't help groaning, and I couldn't help picking up a mass of seaweed again and sending it to my mouth. Because I was too excited, too excited, and ate too fast, I accidentally choked, so I had to stare big eyes and swallow it.
This is the unique and attractive taste of our hometown-fried laver. I hope you will come to our hometown to taste it.