When I was a child, in an era of scarcity, what were my snacks?

Except for the seasonal flowers and fruits, which seem to be gone, even less in winter, I only remember that I like to secretly eat the salt beans at home (pickled with soybeans and chilies and dried in the sun), which are spicy and salty.

I remember once my aunt who was far away in Guangdong went north to visit relatives and brought chocolate and mangoes.

The first time I ate chocolate, it was hard to swallow. How could something taste so bad and have such a weird name? Even when I grew up, I learned about the "romantic" taste from advertisements and books, but I still didn't like it.

The first time I ate mango I couldn't stand it, the taste was too weird, but now I quite like it, it's smooth and sweet.

At that time, the taste buds could only accept sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty.

One afternoon, in my grandma's courtyard, grandma said, "When I was walking on the road, I saw a cigarette paper box on the ground. I picked it up and saw a few of these inside. You can try it."

"What is this?" I looked at this small green wrinkled thing, turning it over and over carefully several times.

It was so peaceful that afternoon, with no sorrow or worries, relaxation and joy, and the sun shone on me and grandma's face.

(I originally just wanted to write about food, but I still wrote about my deep longing for my grandma. When I was a child, I didn’t know how to read and understand. If I missed someone, I would just say it directly. Why do you have to go around? Maybe the author was also tricked and it happened naturally.

I miss you. I wish you all the best in the other world.) Then put it into your mouth.

Just like this, in close contact with the soft tongue, no one dared to touch the hard teeth. It rolled between the tongue and the roof of the mouth. It became softer until it was broken by natural soaking. Wow, the taste came out, a little sour and a little sweet.

At this time, I felt a little sympathy for it. I wonder how it feels to be treated so affectionately, haha.

Then, use your teeth to peel off the skin bit by bit. Wow, all the taste buds are opened, and all the cells in the body are mobilized to taste it together. Feel the deliciousness of this world, sweet and sour, lovely and elastic!

Joy, contentment, and ease surround you.

If I could go back in time, I would really like to see that little girl's dreamy look, as she merges with the raisins!

It must be beautiful!

I remembered this raisin. After eating it for a long time, I didn’t ask for another one.

But the taste remains in my heart forever.

The environment has changed, and most importantly, people have changed.

I wanted to do an experiment that day and have a good meal.

When I tried to slow down, put the food into my mouth with awareness, and chew slowly, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest, nervousness, and discomfort. I stopped and returned to the previous speed. After taking a few deep breaths, I did it again.

I tried, and just finished my breakfast while alternating between fast and slow.

I think that the mouth, esophagus, and stomach also have memory and inertia, and sudden changes will definitely bring about reactions.

Just like a person who has always been accustomed to thinking and using his head, once he is asked to slow down in meditation, sitting meditation, standing postures and other meditation methods, he will feel flustered, chest tight, and have a great sense of nothingness, and often cannot persist.

The mind likes complexity and is good at comparison, analysis, judgment, etc. Once it stops, returns to the present moment, and connects with the body, it will start to panic and try to make you stop and give you an uncomfortable experience.

Therefore, only if you allow it to struggle and allow it to bring you uncomfortable feelings until it gradually subsides.

So, I tried again.

This time I combined it with my breathing. When the discomfort came, I returned to abdominal breathing, which was much better. Then I tasted and became aware of my breathing at the same time. I took a slow sip of the millet and carrot porridge my mother made, and paused for a moment.

Feel the taste and temperature, and then swallow it. At first, you can't feel the food sliding from the esophagus into the stomach. Once it enters the throat, it disappears. Only after a few mouthfuls do you feel it. The taste of carrots is really good, and the stomach feels it.

warm.

The secret of Peppa Pig's poop jumping competition is to blend into the mud pit.

It can really be done with anything.

When you eat, become one with the food.

Pig Daddy is so wise.

The unexpected gain is that in the past, I had to eat three cakes at noon to be full. With awareness and slowly tasting, I was actually full after eating one. I didn’t feel full and uncomfortable. The key is that my body felt really comfortable.

The feeling between the first bite and the tenth bite is completely different. You can choose to make yourself more comfortable. There is no shame in waste, only shame in disrespecting your body.

Also, do you have any judgment about food, good or bad, more or less, whether you like it or not? Where do these judgments and perceptions come from? Otherwise, try it and experience it.