born in Lanzhou, a vagrant. The restlessness that cannot be placed in life lies in the persistent memory of the authentic taste of beef noodles. With mutton hand-grabbed and large pieces of beef, it is very blessed!
beef noodles, also known as beef Lamian Noodles. Beef noodles began in Guangxu period, which was initiated by Ma Baozi, an old Hui man. In the long years of nearly a hundred years, beef noodles are well-known in Jincheng, and they are famous at home and abroad for their rotten meat, delicious soup and fine noodles, and have penetrated into all parts of the country. In the meantime, it embodies the wisdom and painstaking efforts of Ma Baozi and countless chefs who specialize in clear soup beef noodles. Beef Lamian Noodles is a traditional famous food in China. It has the characteristics of "one clear, two white, three red, four green and wuhuang", and it is delicious in color, flavor and reputation all over the country.
Lamian Noodles in Lanzhou is the best in the world.
The recipe comes from Huaiqing House. Soup is as sweet as gold, and an entrance is like a fairy.
Hand-grabbed mutton is a traditional food loved by Mongolian, Tibetan, Hui, Uygur and other ethnic groups in northwest China. Hand-grabbed mutton has a history of nearly a thousand years, so it was originally named after eating it with hands. There are three ways to eat, that is, hot (after slicing, steaming in a cage and dipping in triple oil), cold (directly dipping in refined salt after slicing) and fried (frying in a pan and eating while frying). It is characterized by delicious meat, not greasy or greasy, and full of color and fragrance.
Tenderness, thinness, thinness and thinness are the four characteristics of cold rice noodles. "Tendon" means strong and chewy; "Thin" means steamed thin; "Fine" means finely cut; "Mao" means soft. It is based on these four characteristics that Qin Zhen rice noodles are widely welcomed by the public.
I originally wanted to write an article similar to "Nostalgia on the Tip of the Tongue", so I gave up my wish after receiving the invitation.
in p>1956, I was born in a small village near the Yellow River in Kenli County, Shandong Province. Because the Yellow River often floods crops in autumn, it will starve next spring. Hunger and finding something to eat have become the first priority of survival.
In the spring of p>1965, it was also the spring drought season. My second brother and I went to the Yellow River ramp to cut reed root for firewood after school in the afternoon. Towards evening, Yin Yue saw something gray and black not far away being washed by the river. I called my second brother to go and have a look, but he didn't dare to go, for fear of death. I got up the courage myself and grasped the sickle and approached slowly. Oh, my God, it turned out to be a wild goose. I dragged it ashore and saw that there was still blood in the wild goose's mouth. It turned out that this was shot and killed by the hunter when he was resting in the Yellow River by taking advantage of the migration of wild geese to the north. It is estimated that he was not dead at that time and was washed to the shore by the Yellow River.
my second brother and I pushed the geese home in a small car and borrowed a steelyard from our neighbor, weighing a little more than eight catties. That night, my mother and eldest brother began to boil water and pluck the geese until about ten o'clock in the evening. My second and fourth brothers climbed on the edge of the kang, smelling the fragrance of meat, and I didn't know how excited I was. My neck stretched out and I swallowed. By the time we really eat wild goose meat, it's probably ten minutes after midnight.
When we were young, the meat of all animals was valuable. Except snake meat, we tried to catch and eat other wild animals. Vole, groundhog, weasel, hedgehog, various birds and eggs.
in p>1968, because of the difficulties of life, my mother returned to my hometown Shouguang county with our four brothers and four people. More than 5 years have passed, and every time I drive through Kenli County in Dongying, I always inexplicably and involuntarily come down from the north exit of Kenli in G18 of Rongwu Expressway and stand on the edge of the Yellow River, pacing back and forth with tears in my eyes. I miss my father who died young, and I miss the sufferings of the past. There is no childhood happiness, but a teacher with a life.
this is probably homesickness, which is probably "homesickness on the tip of the tongue"!
As a person who has been eating pancakes as a staple food since childhood, speaking of my homesickness on the tip of my tongue, it must be pancakes. Everyone has heard that pancakes may be rolled with green onions, but as a post-9 s pancake, there is almost no chance to roll only green onions. Rolled vegetables, chicken, duck, fish, elbows, fried skewers, sausages, dried shrimps, etc., feel that pancakes can roll everything. Because of the snack pancakes, after leaving pancakes in other places, I often eat cakes and steamed bread, and I like to eat a kind of pancakes.
What I've always been obsessed with now is that my grandmother cooked watercress and cooked noodles!
I remember that when I was in primary school, it was four or five o'clock in the afternoon when I got home. My home was far from school. At noon, I often didn't have enough to eat at school. When I got home, I put down my schoolbag. There was always food in the kitchen. At that time, I didn't want to eat noodles with oil. When I ate noodles with oil, I felt sick. I added watercress, and salt. The watercress was sour and delicious. The watercress was made of broad beans. At that time, my grandmother made several bottles every year. It's very comfortable to fry meat for dinner. Now that I'm married, I don't go back often, and my grandmother is too old to make watercress. Last year, I told my grandmother that I wanted to eat your watercress. Please teach me, but my grandmother agreed, but when I was old, my memory was poor, and the last fermented broad beans were not put away by her, and I didn't make them. Now I'm over 8 years old and my legs and feet are clumsy, so I may not be able to eat them now, but the taste and feeling will always be there.
My homesickness is a thread of risk!
When I was a child, I went up the mountain to pick wild cherries. It was sweet and delicious.
I was born in 1962. In our time, material life was very scarce. Our family was in a town, and my parents both had work units. The conditions were relatively good, and there was not a shortage of food. I was full of food, so I could eat meat freely during the Chinese New Year. There should be a week of big fish and big meat. I have eaten a dish for decades, and we still like it today, and it is the favorite of my family.
Born in Henan Province, I am married far away and miss my hometown. I miss a lot of delicious food in my hometown most. I miss my stomach, especially my love for food. Every year, as long as someone comes from my hometown, I have to bring a big box. The bean paste in my hometown is also called bean wet. Although it smells strange, it tastes particularly fragrant [yi tooth]. Once I opened the package to eat bean wet, many people smoked it away, saying it smelled like smelly feet. In fact, they don't understand it. It's a fine food. It's expensive in foreign supermarkets. They are called natto. It is said that it is good for your health. For me, the professional information has to answer it.
cornmeal pancake. Scoop a ladle of water into the iron pot, put a perforated strainer, a little taro and sweet potato on the perforated strainer, and put a bowl of shrimp paste in the middle. After boiling the pot, stick a circle of cornmeal cakes along the middle of the iron pot, and take it out for about 3 minutes. The big delicious cake goes to one end of the kang, and then two scallions are grilled, and a big cake is dipped in shrimp paste. Well, that's called a fragrance!
There are two extreme views on eating: either I think food like Japanese Taoist culture is advanced! Either it's okay for me to eat and sprinkle! Don't bother to think about it, the simpler the better.
I can't figure out what homesickness is. Maybe it's the sweet oil tea on the street in the early years with almond flavor. It's really wonderful. Maybe it's sitting in the park in the summer morning watching the sunrise on the horizon as red as the fire. In short, the breeze blows …