When we recall our carefree childhood, we can never forget the company of delicious food. Those flavors have long been integrated into the depths of my memory and have become the nostalgia that haunts me.
When I was a child, I especially loved eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by my grandmother. The golden cake body exudes the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. It is soft, glutinous and delicious, leaving you with endless aftertaste in every bite. Grandma would pick fresh osmanthus flowers when they were in full bloom, wash them, mix them with glutinous rice flour, and then steam them in a steamer. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake that comes out of the pan is so soft and fragrant that it makes people salivate.
In the hot summer, what I look forward to most is the mung bean soup made by my grandpa. Boil the emerald green mung beans in clean water, add rock sugar and stir evenly, and finally sprinkle with a few wolfberry berries for decoration. Mung bean soup is refreshing and relieves heat. Take a sip and the heat will disappear. Grandpa always makes more and lets me share it with my cousins, enjoying the coolness of summer while playing.
When it comes to holidays, my mother always prepares a large table of specialty dishes. The braised pork is fat but not greasy and melts in your mouth; the steamed fish is tender and juicy with just the right seasonings; the sweet and sour pork ribs are sour and sweet, whet your appetite. The family sat together, chatting while eating, and laughter filled the whole house.
In my childhood, in addition to the delicious food at home, there were many street snacks that kept me coming back. After school, I would take my friends by the hand and go to the fried skewers stall near the school. I would order a pork belly skewer and a tofu skewer, and then drizzle them with fragrant chili sauce. When I bite into it, the crispy skin and tender gravy will be instant. It bursts out and leaves a fragrance on your lips and teeth.
Although life was simple at that time, the taste of the food was particularly mellow. It not only filled my stomach, but also warmed my childhood. Nowadays, the long river of time flows endlessly, but the taste of those delicious foods is still vivid in my mind and has become an eternal nostalgia in my heart.
Whenever I think of the delicacies of my childhood, there will always be a surge of warmth in my heart. They are not only dishes, but also a kind of nostalgic emotion, which expresses my infinite attachment to the past.