Kelp ribs soup: fresh ribs, put in boiling water to remove blood, pour some cooking wine, and put a piece of ginger to remove fishy smell. Take it out when the blood runs out. Prepare another pot of water, add ribs, three or two pieces of ginger and one piece of star anise. Cook over medium-high heat for more than an hour, and add the washed kelp. Leave the lid half open and cook for an hour on low heat. Then add salt to taste, add chopped green onion and let it grow.
? Pork ribs are soft and chewy at the entrance, and kelp melts at the entrance. This soup is fresh and thick, but not greasy.
Thick chicken soup: cut the whole chicken (the supermarket only sells one whole chicken, but I didn't know the chicken skeleton at first, and it was badly cut. Later, I was able to skillfully dismember chicken wings and legs, leaving chicken offal for cooking. ), go to blood. Heat the oil pan and stir-fry until slightly golden. Prepare another pot of water, chicken, mushrooms, some Chinese wolfberry and two red dates. Stewed for more than an hour. Season with salt and add chopped green onion.
? The chicken has obvious texture and the soup is fresh and thick.
? Limited conditions and limited technology. The steps are unprofessional. Try it slowly, and the effect is not satisfactory.
Why do you say soup? All kinds of soup, not soup. I love them. I like Guangdong Pharmacology Soup, Shanxi Crock Soup, Henan Hula Soup, and even wonton soup and beef noodle soup in street snacks.
Wonton:
A bowl of broth, half a spoonful of soy sauce, a little chicken essence, one or two Chinese cabbages, three or two small shrimps, four or five shredded laver for rice, and plump wonton, regardless of hot or cold, always have an unshakable preference for wonton.
I missed the fullness of wonton and the aroma of wonton soup a few days ago. I bought wonton and seaweed soup in China supermarket. I thought that although the taste is not exactly the same, it will be somewhat similar. However, what is broth? If you stir, there will be a small fire, but if it is too big, the soup will not be clear. I can't even take out a purple casserole for stewing soup, regardless of more than a dozen processes. I have no soup, so I can only fill my hunger with seasoning packets. The seasoning package of seaweed soup is the same as instant noodles. It's nothing more than laver, finely cut dried radish and condiments with preservatives. Boil water on the stove, throw some wonton, add seasoning, float some Chinese cabbage on the noodle soup, and wonton will be fine. Such a quick taste is always unsatisfactory. So I began to miss the wonton restaurant downstairs. There are many kinds of wonton in the shop: golden crab roe, chicken with mushrooms, shrimp with egg yolk, mushroom shepherd's purse ... a bowl of broth, half a spoonful of soy sauce, a little chicken essence, a spoonful of dried mustard tuber, a handful of rich coriander ... Just thinking, my mind is foggy, and there is a small garden hidden in the fog. Then, the running figure, the shabby hut, and the small wonton that constantly tempted people's taste buds ... The picture gradually became clear and outlined a picture full of fragrance.
In primary school, except for the fare, the allowance promised by parents is at most one yuan per day. A dollar is equal to two fifties. At that time, in the era that began in 2000, what could 50 cents buy? The canteen at the school gate: a photo of a beautiful girl in a corner, spicy strips in a class at 20 cents, a large portion of maltose at 30 cents, a pencil at 50 cents or fried crab roe for two people ... The canteen at the school gate will always be the place where I go in the afternoon. I go there every morning, and my friends and I go there every day. It's a small wonton shop in the back garden of the school.
There is a big garden in the southwest of the teaching building. I can't remember which flowers and trees. There are stone roads in the garden, one of which leads to the dormitory. Usually, teachers who finish class can go home for lunch break directly this way. At noon, this road belongs to the teachers, and in the morning, this road belongs to us. Since late autumn, the back garden has been foggy and chilly. The grass and trees presented a yellow scene. Most of the grass lay quietly in the soil, and some grass leaned out and lay feebly on the stone road. Every time the bell rings at the end of morning reading, seven or eight wonderful friends and I quickly descend the stairs from the classroom on the third floor and run to the back garden. Running fast and foggy makes people unreal. I only heard that the runners behind kept urging the people in front to hurry up, and then they kept laughing and fighting. Ignore the morning frost when pants and shoes cross the grass. Until the end of the stone road, and then the corner, I saw the back door of a hut. Just stop and wait for the friends in the back to enter the house through the back door.
The cabin is really small, only four or five people can stand. Entering from the back door, a room was suddenly separated from the original narrow wooden house, blocked by dark wooden doors, and could not be seen. We secretly guessed that it was the room where the proprietress and the boss slept. On the other side of the hut is a low wooden table. There are traces of brown oil stains and old but clean pots and pans. On the wall next to the wooden table, there is a black and white photo of the old man. Whenever we pass the house, we are always careful not to make too much noise. It was not until the classmates who went to the front door called us that we recovered our heartless attitude. The front door is facing a long and high green belt. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. There is a big gap at the end of the green belt. Right in front of the main entrance of the cabin, this gap seems to be specially repaired to facilitate the owner of the cabin to travel.
The owner of the hut is a woman in her forties. But it's dark and old. We always guess that she must be fifty years old. The inaccurate gossip says that she is married, but she has never met her man. If there was a word "high cold" at that time, I would have used it on her. We said "hello, aunt" to her, but she never answered, not even smiling or nodding. Over time, we still say "hello, auntie" to her, whether she answers it or not. Anyway, we're here because of her craftsmanship. Such a very dark and old woman has a pair of dexterous hands. The wonton skin she rolls is always thin and thick, and the amount of meat stuffing is always just right. I have a flat wooden stick about15cm in my hand, and the square wonton skin is always beautifully wrapped under the wooden stick and her craft. We were interested in learning, but we couldn't see her dexterous fingering clearly, so we had to give up. Some people eat and drink, and don't care if they "teach them to fish". After the wonton is wrapped, the pink meat inside is looming. Throw it lightly at will and put it in a boiling hot pot, and it won't break. After a few minutes, put another handful of Chinese cabbage. Cover the pot and let them play in the water. And take care of yourself with wonton.
In front of the hot pot, there is a long table. The table is littered with foam bowls, plastic spoons, chopsticks, salt, soy sauce, white vinegar and chicken essence. When wonton floats on the noodle soup, the students line up along the long table, take bowls, spoons and chopsticks from the table and put seasonings on themselves. I just put some salt and chicken essence. At this time, the proprietress uncovered the lid and picked up wonton with a big colander. At that time, her appetite was very small. A dime of wonton is usually enough to buy five. We stood in line and handed her the bowl. It was five o'clock when she shook hands. Sometimes she shakes one or two more. Although she doesn't see it, it's hard to hide her joy. Wife of shop-owner didn't look at you, holding a leaky spoon on the edge of the pot, then put two pieces of Chinese cabbage in front of you, changed the big iron spoon on the table, and scooped a spoonful of soup from another iron jar. Just a bowl of soup wonton. I guess I love soup so much that it must be the foreshadowing at that time.
Sometimes, it may be that I put less seasoning myself, so some friends will take the bowl to the long table and drop a few drops of white vinegar. With the steam of hot soup, the vinegar is rich and smoky.
"Oh, you are so jealous!"
"You are jealous, I like the smell!"
"Then I'll have some ... well, it's delicious! I put more! "
"Are you sure I have nothing to eat! I can add more! "
"Then I can!"
……
Finally, I eat wonton and drink wonton every time. Someone is always jealous, and half a bottle of vinegar is gone in this inexplicable competition. I always emphasize that I am not "jealous", I am eating white vinegar! Childhood is always like this, obviously nothing, obviously nothing, but you must tease your friends with sly eyes.
After adding vinegar, a group of people walked from the small garden to the teaching building with hot foam bowls filled with wonton. Obviously, my hot tongue is numb, and I refuse to blow it and eat it again. Occasionally, a classmate with wonton found his shoelaces loose, and shouted at the person walking in front of the path, "Hey, wait a minute, my shoelaces are loose, who will help me hold them?" I'll tie them up! " "So there are good sisters who" lend a helping hand "and carry bowls. When they tied their shoelaces, they looked up and saw their friend standing at the back of half, just pulling the bowl. The bowl is steaming, white, touching and dumbfounding. Even the small partner who helped carry the bowl was holding the bowl in one hand and his own wonton in the other, hoping to pass it to his mouth for a soup. The soup is light and clearly visible at the bottom of the bowl. I don't know what she added Maybe she didn't add anything. Soup sweetens the mouth and warms the heart.
In the quiet little garden in the morning, there were scattered footsteps, wheezing soup and laughter. Looking back now, what was it like at that time? Just like when you wake up in the forest in the morning, you can vaguely hear the girls singing, laughing and washing clothes by the river.
A bowl of broth, half a spoonful of soy sauce, a little chicken essence, one or two Chinese cabbages, no shrimp, no dried seaweed, and the wonton is full and round. Drink a bowl of hot soup to keep warm after eating wonton. You can spit out white gas when you speak. Ha ~ 1, overlapping with the first ray of morning light in the distance, the music of broadcast gymnastics sounded, and they rushed to the playground with warmth and vitality all day.
Later, I left my hometown to study in a big city. I have been back, and the long green belt is still there, and the gap in the green belt is still there. The back garden is still there, and so is the hut. And I'll never get a chance to walk from the back garden path to the back of the hut again. When I passed the front door of the hut, I only saw the proprietress. She is darker and older, sitting on a wooden chair without a backrest. Her eyes are as calm as before, and her hands are flexible and fast, but her hands are no longer the pole and wonton skin, only needle and thread. I still haven't seen her man, haven't seen hot pot, and there are no more condiments on the long list.
Beef noodle soup
? In junior high school, the school is far from home. Go to class early. At first, I always waited for bus No.642 (I can't remember which way, just trying to make the hazy days brighter and more vivid) to go to school. In the morning, there is no time when there is no traffic jam. It is more difficult to catch the bus when you are late. Later, the primary school near the bus station complained that there were too many cars and too much noise near the station, and the children were not interested in class and could not take a lunch break. So the platform moved to a place away from 10 minutes' walk.
? Junior high school English teacher is strict, the head teacher. Usually, the whole morning self-study and the first two classes are used for reading, reciting and reciting texts. English words and phrases should not only be memorized, but also sentences improvised by teachers in Chinese should be written with corresponding words and phrases. After the dictation book is handed in, it will be distributed to the students at random, and each student will get a dictation book that is not his own. At this time, the English teacher casually found a classmate with good English and gave her a dictation book, which was corrected, corrected and explained immediately. Everyone can't know whose book they got. Then collect them and hand them in, waiting for the teacher to grade them according to the number of mistakes. At lunchtime, the English class representatives distributed books. If you gag the night before, or try to be opportunistic the next day, you can't count on anything.
80 is a passing grade. Just correct the mistake two or three times. If the score is below 80, correct 10 times for each mistake, and then write down the Chinese translation. Go to the podium and let the teacher write one by one until the dictation is correct.
I've been praying for an 80. But there are often times when writing is not good or even bad. This is terrible. Sometimes there are too many mistakes, sometimes there are many difficulties, and sometimes it is still wrong when revising. Of course, when there are mistakes, it is dictation, and then it is revised and then dictated. Very time-consuming. Waste lunch time. It's also stupid of me to eat cold meals two or three days a week. So you must have breakfast.
You must have breakfast and catch the bus. Usually, the car just left the breakfast shop with a bag of beef soup noodles; Or, when the bus comes and the noodles are not delicious, they shout loudly, "Aye aye! Boss, I don't want to be on my side. It is too late. " Catch up with the bus stop; Occasionally, I was lucky enough to pick up the noodles and catch the bus. The car is too crowded, dangling, eating plastic bags at the station; Or, you have a seat, you are eating and drinking, and your school uniform is ruined.
? Even if children are dull in reading, parents feel distressed and can't stand it. Xiaohui, my cousin Coco and I live in a community and study in a middle school. My parents decided to rent a car and find a driver. There is nothing wrong with spending more money on children. Therefore, for three years, Hui Hui, Coco and I have all finished drinking beef soup in the van. (To be exact, Hui Hui is two years old. From the third grade, Hui Hui rented a house near the school and began to go to school. She doesn't have to go to school by van anymore. )
? Every morning at six o'clock, we meet in the van downstairs. The driver took us to a noodle restaurant nearby. Three people left their schoolbags in the car. Line up, "Boss, beef noodle soup!" "Boss, beef noodle soup!" "Boss, I want beef soup powder!" "oh! Remember to pack all three copies! "
I don't like noodles, but I like more powder. In fact, most of what I shouted was the original soup powder. There is no beef, but the soup is beef soup. Coco prefers noodles, love and soup. I don't know how much she likes beef, but she thinks it's good to eat and drink breakfast. Hui Hui likes beef, noodles and soup. Add onion and sour beans. I have to add coriander.
? There is plenty of time, but there is not enough time for us to sit in the shop and finish a whole bowl of noodles and soup. Carrying the packaged noodle soup, I got into the van. Suddenly, a thick smell of beef soup filled the whole carriage. I started eating noodles and soup.
? In summer, the smell inside the car is ok, and it is hot. The air conditioner of the van doesn't work, the hot soup is extremely hot, and the school uniform on the back is soaked a lot, so I have to roll down the window. Halfway through the meal, I put my face close to the window and felt the wind with car exhaust, which seemed very hot. Swallow another bite, immediately take a bite of noodles, and then take a sip of tail gas.
? In winter, the air conditioner of the van doesn't work well and the windows are closed. At this time, I was happy: I got on the bus with a trembling face, gulped a mouthful of soup, and my back was blocked like an iron pipe. I recovered and took a long breath, ah ~ warm!
I have too much homework at night, so I can't help reciting English. At this time, Coco and I both have English notes on our legs, or English books (I am in Coco's class) while drinking soup and mumbling English words or articles. If the car is driving unsteadily, the soup will still spill. Even spilled it on books. So that later we all learned the strength and skills to stabilize the bowl in bumps. I said, "Look, when the car came to an emergency stop, the bowl in your hand moved forward slightly, alas! This soup won't overflow. " Hui Hui smiled and said nothing. Coco said, "Haha, crazy." Later, her school uniform was always stained with various oils. )
? Three people are always different. Coco thinks he can eat a lot every time. Usually when she finishes eating, you will find that there are only noodles and a few pieces of beef left in her bowl; There is soup in Hui Hui bowl; In my bowl, only chopped green onion is floating; I didn't like onions now. But I love onions, and I think the soup must be accompanied by onions, so that the soup can be considered successful. So I added a lot, but it was very troublesome to drink. I thought of another trick: after eating the powder, pinch the edge of the bowl slightly to make it at an angle, so that only the soup can be served and all the onions are left.
? Hui Hui and Coco felt so ugly that they scolded again: "Crazy!" ?
Beef noodle restaurants have emerged in an endless stream, and the storefronts have been changed and installed. Now I can sit in the beef soup restaurant and slowly finish a whole bowl of soup. I can wipe my mouth slowly and say to my boss with a bowl, "Boss, add another egg!" " Those shivering and busy days, accompanied by morning dew, mist, the sound of cars and recitation, have long been mixed in flour, poured into soup and digested. Only occasional hiccups can reverse the taste.
Pork seafood soup
? When I was in high school, I couldn't forget the Sam Sun soup for breakfast. It's not just that I can't forget it. My best friend in high school (of course, fortunately, he still is) can't be forgotten.
? That breakfast shop is near the school, but it's only a minute's walk. So it's early. All the students in red, blue and white uniforms lined up to buy breakfast. My home is close to the school, so I don't have to take a van anymore. The breakfast shop is called "Maixiang Garden". It doesn't sound the same as "Shaxian Snack".
? There are several kinds of soup powder in Maixiangyuan. There are only two kinds in my memory: original soup powder and three fresh soup powder. Sanxian soup powder, as its name implies, contains quail eggs, fungus, pork foam, white bamboo shoots and so on in addition to broth. Delicious, the refreshing taste of nature and the taste of pork are perfectly integrated. The original soup is a soup without quail eggs, fungus, pork foam and shredded bamboo shoots. You asked for the original soup powder, and the waiter took a big iron spoon and stirred it in a big bucket of Sam Sun soup. Suddenly, fungus, quail eggs and pork foam rolled and jumped like fish in sharbat; The waiter's skill is deadpan. He skillfully scooped a spoonful of clear soup without a trace of fungus into your bowl, brushed it in front of you, and spilled the only hard-hidden pork foam.
You said you wanted Sam sun soup powder. Fill the bowl with the powder you want (generally, in order to save time, the cooked powder will be put directly in the bowl), and then scoop out quail eggs, fungus, pork foam and so on. From Gollum's cauldron, according to the feeling in your heart. Pink, white and black meet and echo, which makes people full of greed. You carry a breakfast with soup about to spill out of the bowl, and occasionally buy a three-to-five-layer spicy cake to take to school.
However, schools are not allowed to take out food for the sake of school sanitation (mostly for the school canteen business). Since the school expressly stipulates that students must abide by it. High school is busy, so I don't have time to have breakfast, so I quietly touch my belt, but the teacher turns a blind eye. Even the security guards at the school gate are often "irresponsible" and invisible. It's just that in some cases, the school leaders checked strictly and personally came to arrest people. Only then did I realize that this was no joke, and the consequences were great: informed criticism? Don't remember? No? Breakfast was confiscated? That won't do!
So, go to the stationery store and carefully select the flat cloth bag with rectangular cardboard at the bottom. The pattern and feel must be great. I bought my beloved soup powder breakfast, then put it in my bag and zipped it up. As if nothing had happened, I walked into the campus in the eyes of the school leaders. Later, the bag became bigger and the bowl became smaller. There was always enough food in the bowl, so there were more apples, milk, grapes, bananas and tea in the bag. Soymilk and boiled eggs (my high school friend Yoyo always has a boiled egg in his bag) were stuffed by his parents before going out. Sometimes, my parents often put a big bag of washed grapes into the bag, crystal clear and put them in the bag. I can't finish it. Share it with your classmates if you can't finish eating. You study hard.
Carry the schoolbag into the classroom, put it on the desk calmly, and throw the schoolbag behind you on the chair at will. Sit up straight; Carefully unzip the zipper, and a fragrance comes to your face and fills your nose. Reach into the cloth bag, slightly pick up the plastic bag with noodle soup in your right hand, hold the bottom of the bowl in your left hand, and gently take it out and put it on the table. If there is no oil stain on the bottom of the bag, you will be proud of your superb technology. Then take out apples, grapes, bananas and so on. Then put them in the desk drawer and fold them neatly. Chopsticks popped open, and it was too late to blow two times. From the soup, even the ears seemed to hear and smell the fragrance. I probably like school uniforms, too. I must have eaten them without paying attention. I can smell it.
Later, in the last two classes, I rolled up the mouth of the safety bag with grapes and supported it on both sides. I called Jingjing and yoyo on the front and back tables to have dinner with the baby. Maybe deep friendship is formed by grapes.
This cloth bag is like a music box with dreams, a warm room with constant nutrition, and love letters are carefully collected in the innermost layer of the bag, with the warmth of the whole day, every day, starting from the starting point closest to the dream.
Later, later hate, does it mean that the past has become a memory, and then it has become the past, and the past and the future are gone, so we can talk about the past and the future? But I still have to say:
Later, Jingjing went to Hangzhou, yoyo went to Chengdu, Wang Bao was busy taking all kinds of certificates and graduate students, and I also came to a "different place" (I am happy to call the location of my university a foreign place, which makes me feel more simple and cordial). It is not until the summer vacation every year that everyone can get together. Sometimes, the meeting place will be directly in the "Maixiang Garden", or even directly make an appointment for the breakfast of Sam Sun Soup.
Yes, the ingredients are less, and the taste of soup is much less. Probably the secret recipe of addiction, which has been added to the friendship between the four of us.
Postscript:
Originally, I wanted to add a "soup-making" day in the university, because I was experiencing it seriously, and I wanted to get it off my chest, but it was embarrassing. Probably the aftertaste is to feel the past days. Just like precipitation, precipitation, you have the present, and the days accumulate day by day, and you have the feeling of the future. I am responsible to say that although my mind is awkward sometimes, there are some feelings and touches that I will never forget after Tuozai. Even in retrospect, it will be clearer.
About the university, about the people and things in the university, I have great listening, great feelings and great experiences ... The "greatness" I can't write now probably needs me who was not a student to replace me now. Just like above.
I just want to write down my own things, the things around me, the people and things I saw and experienced in the river. .....
There are often chicken soup for the soul, introduction to love and good words for life. I dare not write, I can't write. Those who type a few words online don't deserve the title of "writer". I am a writer at best, not even a writer. This is the first running account of an article that is not more than 7000 words. There is no connotation, but, more responsibly, there is emotion. I have changed it two or three times, but I don't like chewing words and phrases. Melodramatic? Really not, what I thought, I had those words as soon as they came out. I really didn't mean to.
Do you want to do a question according to the test routine of Chinese reading in senior high school?
In this article, the author wrote his love and enthusiasm for Tang on the surface, but actually described his beautiful picture from primary school, junior high school and senior high school through Tang. Busy days, strong friendship, short but ubiquitous affection. Soup warms the author's body and emotion warms the author's heart. It expresses the author's nostalgia and cherish for childhood, gratitude and love for present life.
"The aftertaste is endless, and live a brilliant life quickly!"
to be continued ...