I cooked a pot of rice noodles at noon on Saturday.

This is unique to my hometown. Hui noodles, noodles, hot soup in hometown and braised mutton spread later were praised by people, but no one knew about rice noodles.

In fact, it is not a special snack at all, but a meal used to satisfy hunger in that era of lack of clothes and food. Add some rice to the water and get out of here. Add some noodles, add some beans and vegetables, add some salt and cook. This is rice noodles. There is another way to eat in my hometown, which is called "confused noodles". The method is almost the same as that of rice noodles, except that the rice soup is replaced by corn flour.

But this is what I like. After I went to college, every time I went home, whether my mother or I asked me what I wanted to eat, I thought about it and said, rice noodles! They all laughed at me for saying that I would cook good food for you, but you are willing to eat rice noodles!

Because I have never eaten rice noodles anywhere, I only eat them at my own home.

Therefore, when I first told my husband that I was going to make rice noodles, he laughed and cried: What is this? I've never heard of it!

But after I made it, my husband and children ate it with relish and even said "delicious".

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Not long ago, a friend of mine wrote a good article from the heart-"Inheritance: Things on the Road to Growth", explaining the positive things he felt from his grandparents, parents' in-laws and husbands. "I don't know when, when it comes to family background, everyone is helpless and bitter, but I don't think so at all. Of course, I don't deny that family may bring us negative effects, but what are the positive or positive effects? It may have been ignored by us on purpose. Today I want to write about the positive influence of the family environment on my growth. "

When I began to recall my childhood, my first thought was a little girl who had a delicious meal.

Dad graduated from Hunan Technical School and was assigned to work in a factory in Henan. After that, he settled in the north. He is good at cooking and likes to eat sweet and spicy food. I don't know whether the dishes he cooked at that time can be called authentic Hunan cuisine, but it is rare in his hometown of Henan, where he mainly eats pasta, and in the hutong where I have lived for many years. School students often come to my house for dinner, and some even have to pay for meals every day.

After I went abroad to study, work and get married, every few days before I went home, my father began to buy and prepare vegetables, stayed in the kitchen for a long time, fried and cooked, and was busy quietly.

He is particularly bad at talking, so he has to boil all his deep love for us into vegetable soup and hide it in the smell of rice.

Mom is never idle. What impressed me most about my childhood mother was the photo of her stamping her feet in front of the sewing machine. She is very good at weaving fabrics. Not only are our childhood clothes and cloth shoes masterpieces, but she often helps her neighbors make them. When I was in primary school, I read my composition My Mother in class. One of my classmates asked, "is there no charge for making clothes for others?" Impossible! " I feel deeply wronged, but this is the truth.

My mother grew up in Henan and is very good at making pasta. My favorite dishes are rice noodles and jiaozi. Speaking of her dumpling stuffing skills, she has a good reputation among my classmates. When I was in middle school, jiaozi was the last "program" of the New Year's Eve Gala in our class on June 65438+February 3/kloc-0 every year. In the morning, my mother prepared a big pot of dumpling stuffing and cooked noodles. At noon, we use a tricycle to transport stuffing and noodles to the classroom. In the evening, the students happily packed jiaozi and ate jiaozi together, and all praised my mother for the good preparation of dumpling stuffing. Wait until the dead of night, I will take the empty washbasin panel rolling pin back to my mother. This used to be our youth version of the New Year's Eve dinner.

I have always been a blessed person. Growing up, I never worried about "eating" and "wearing". I also have a pair of parents who love and care about us and are very friendly and enthusiastic to my neighbors and classmates. Time flies, and I left home before I could inherit their cooking skills. However, in the slowly brewing days, their casual and deliberate examples made me kind, warm, simple and warm.

As my friend wrote in her article: "It is also an important lesson to know yourself to discover the positive influence of family and growth." "Think about what we get from our family and what we can bring to our children?"

This is really a good question. How much and what kind of positive influence can we give our children?

March 24th Qingdao

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After my daughter went to junior high school, she spent most of her waking hours in her room, doing homework, listening to songs and engaging in her own secret activities, except going to school and attending training classes.

I am not only completely divorced from her learning world, but also completely divorced from what she wants to wear, eat, read, who she likes to associate with and who she doesn't like to associate with. My influence on her is almost zero.

If we compare the current relationship, it seems a bit like "reeling".

The process of "breaking" is painful, but the result is like entering heaven, being suddenly enlightened and having a bright future.

It is precisely those negative influences that are "broken", that is, control, interference and bondage.

After tasting the sweetness of "breaking", I once became the shopkeeper of cutting and almost turned a blind eye to it. The hot words that appeared at that time happened to be used on me: Buddhism.

My daughter also calls herself a "Buddhist girl".

When the topic of "inheritance" came to me, I couldn't help thinking: How should parents exert a positive influence on their children when the ancient and heavy inheritance meets the post-modern "Buddhism"?

I understand it seriously with reason and sincerely touch it with emotion? Children directly cover their ears, close the door, lock the heart door, and let the east, west, south and north wind blow!

Interestingly, the breakthrough I finally found turned out to be "eating", which gradually evolved into a thread in our "broken silk" relationship.

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I noticed that in the interesting "55 projects of a lively house", the penultimate project is actually-the family's specialties add up to more than five.

My husband and I are not very good at cooking. Although we cook home-cooked dishes and flatter each other with relish, there are very few dishes that can really be called "signature dishes", let alone secret signature dishes.

So I suddenly realized that I had mixed several different raw materials, such as heredity, influence, cooking skills and sense of ceremony, and decided to rebuild our influence on our daughter through "careful cooking". Of course, I want to inherit not only "private meals", but also the taste of home, which is an attitude towards life that I didn't realize until I was 40 years old. I hope it can become a unique "family style".

I wrote on the kitchen door: "Take every meal seriously."

I hope that in the future, no matter when my daughter is alone, when she is two, or when she is three, she can seriously prepare every meal and love herself and her family.

I hope my daughter can remember to eat well, whether she is in high spirits, depressed or heartbroken. The kitchen can make a woman calm and delicious, let her have the consciousness of "it's good to be alive", prepare meals for her family with heart, let her focus on the present and gain happiness.

Taking every meal seriously can make us love ourselves better and express our love for our families better.

If the sweet and spicy Hunan cuisine can remind me of my father's "love" and rice noodles, noodles and noodles can remind me of my mother's taste, then I hope that what will remind my daughter in the future is a good-looking and delicious breakfast I prepared and several dishes that may be ordinary but exclusive. This is how our family sat together and ate well.

So last Saturday, I made a pot of rice noodles. Soak peanuts, soybeans and rice in the morning. At noon, cook together. After boiling, add a few strands of dried noodles and sprinkle with a handful of corn kernels. When it is almost ripe, add some green leafy vegetables, shrimp skin, chopped green onion, salt and a few drops of vinegar and sesame oil.

I cooked rice strips for my daughter in this pot, and I will teach her to cook them for my grandson in the future.