Since childhood, my favorite is sweet potato. When I was a child, because of poor family conditions and poor life, sweet potato was one of our staple foods.
What impressed me most was that the weather in the north was very cold in winter. Every time I carry my schoolbag home, I have a good time with my classmates all the way. But as soon as I enter the house, I will immediately pull my face down and pretend to be poor. When I get home and walk into grandma's warm room, grandma will greet me with distress.
At this time, my hands and feet are numb with cold, and my grandmother will tell me to get on the kang quickly and help me take off my shoes. Hands and feet on grandma's warm kang, not warm for a long time. At this time, grandma will serve a bowl of hot sweet potato rice, and I will hold the rice bowl tightly with my little hand that is not completely warm. That was my happiest moment.
Every time after school, my grandparents are often at home, and my parents are busy in the fields. I remember my father happened to meet me once. My dad saw my grandmother spoil me and scolded me: What's the big deal? See for yourself.
The sweet potato rice cooked by my favorite grandmother is not as thin as the porridge sold now. Grandma's porridge is thick and fragrant. My own yellow millet, with our sweet potato with red skin and white heart, tastes terrible and is my favorite taste. I don't even have to eat vegetables. Only this bowl of sweet potato rice is the greatest satisfaction.
In Guanzhong rural area, our family can get 20 mu of flat yellow land. My sweet potato can't be eaten. I can eat it in the cellar for a whole year until the new sweet potato comes on the market next year.
In my impression, my parents are busy working in the fields all day, for home and for us.
When I go to middle school, I intend to live in the town. Grandma is in poor health When I come home from school every Friday, my mother is often busy in the kitchen. When I put down my bag, I will go straight to the kitchen. In the kitchen fireplace, there is our favorite baked sweet potato, which my mother prepared for my brother and me.
My mother will bake a lot at a time. My brother and I both like baked sweet potatoes very much. My mother took the baked sweet potato out of the fireplace. The burnt sweet potato is black and hot. My mother put them on the ground to dry for a while. I can't wait to pinch them, trying to figure out which one is cool first and then soft, and the hot, fragrant and sweet chestnut and sweet potato is eaten in my mouth and sweet in my heart.
After work, I also tried to buy some millet and sweet potato and learn to cook the sweet potato rice cooked by my grandmother, but I couldn't make it every time.
Every time I go out with my husband, I will meet baked sweet potatoes in the street, but I still can't eat the delicious baked by my mother when I was a child.
Now, grandma's sweet potato rice, mom's sweet potato baked in the fireplace and dad's reprimand can only be remembered forever.