Answer, in my memory, the best dish cooked by my mother is: stir-fry the chicken in an iron pan with cucumber, and the chicken raised by my mother herself. After cooking, add oil in a large iron pan, light firewood, heat the oil in the pan, add pepper, stir-fry the chicken, add shredded ginger and stir-fry until there is no water in the pan, and the chicken smacks in the pan. Add Chili, chopped green onion and coriander and stir-fry for a few times. At this time, the Chili is fragrant, and the chicken and chicken bones are separated. After adding cucumber, stir-fry, add some water, and cover the pot for more than ten minutes. The spicy chicken in the iron pot is very fragrant and beautiful. It is delicious. When it is served in an iron pot, the fried dough pot cake with yellow dregs is called a fragrance. Speaking of which, I miss my mother.

Hello, everyone. Time really flies. I've stepped into the workplace from school in a blink of an eye, visited many cities and ate all kinds of delicious food in different places, but what I miss is still the dish cooked by my mother.

I don't know if you have any dishes cooked by my mother that impressed you. I believe there must be, and what keeps me fresh is the dish cooked by my mother. At that time, you can only eat meat once during the Chinese New Year. So I'm a bit loquacious. When I was a child, things were scarce in the countryside. Vegetables and radishes were all grown by myself, and chickens and ducks were all raised at home. They could only eat them in their mouths during the New Year, but they were reluctant to eat them at ordinary times, so they could lay eggs. Meat was only available during the Chinese New Year holidays. As a rural person, the economic conditions were not good at that time. I felt that everything my mother cooked was delicious, which was really a must. Eating it is memorable, and when you don't eat it, you just have to think about it. I remember one time, my mother wanted to eat meat, and my mother killed the old hen that had been raised for several years to make spicy saute spicy chicken.

I ran around the yard for several times and finally caught a big hen. First, I prepared a big bowl, and then 1. I caught the chicken. 2 Pull the wings of the crested pheasant together with one hand to expose the neck of the chicken; 3 Take a knife in the other hand, put the chicken's neck above the bowl, cut it back and forth a few times, cut off the blood vessels, bleed (be sure to do a good job), and then throw the chicken into the yard until it dies; 4. When it stops moving, pick it up, throw it in the basin, and pour boiling water to depilate it; 5 open the belly and clean it; Chop pieces for later use

Start cooking, bring the pot to boil water, put the chopped chicken pieces in the pot to soak the blood foam for later use, bring the pot to boil oil until the oil temperature is four-ripe, then put the sugar in the pot, and then fry it slowly with low fire. Remember to keep turning it after the sugar is put in the pot to avoid the bitter taste of the burnt sugar. Then, when the fried sugar starts to bubble slowly, add some clear water and boil it with high fire until the water inside is sticky. You can stir-fry the washed chicken in the pot, stir-fry the onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, pepper, dried chili hot pot bottom material, stir-fry the chicken sauce together, add the cooking wine, soy sauce and soy sauce to color, and add water to the chicken for slow stew. At this time, cut the potatoes and corn that you like and put them in the pot for stew for 5 minutes. Finally, collect the juice with low fire, stir-fry the onion pieces, red and green chili pieces for a few times, add the chicken essence, monosodium glutamate and white sesame seeds, and put them in a plate and take them out

Mom is gone. Everything she cooked is the best, but it's a pity that she can't eat it anymore! [Tears ]

My mother's cooking is not delicious. Since I was a child, my mother basically didn't cook, but there is one thing that I can't forget until now, that is, when I was in primary school, I had a bowl of egg porridge every morning.

The longest time in primary school was six years. During these six years, my mother got up at 6 o'clock every day to cook porridge and feed the pigs, and then she told us to get up. Looking at my mother's slender figure to start the day in winter

At that time, we were very satisfied with a bowl of egg porridge. When I was a child, my family was poor, so I could only rely on the chicken at home to lay eggs, at most two a day, sometimes not. I could only eat rice congee and pickles. When I was a child, there were many children at home, and there were two eggs a day, which was not enough for four children. My mother could only break up two eggs with a big basin, and then put enough porridge for four children. In fact, there is no egg smell at all, but I don't know why I miss that bowl of egg porridge so much when I grow up. After eating it for six years, I'm not tired of it. Now I'm trying to make a bowl that is exactly the same, but it doesn't taste any more. < P > My mother can't cook it. He only cooked preserved egg lean porridge once, and the porridge was all green ... < P > Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which was my mother's best dish < P > The best food in my memory was when I was young. My mother died young, and I always wanted to learn how to make it myself, but I just couldn't make that smell.

When I was a child, I felt that nothing my mother cooked was delicious, and I always felt that everything other people's mothers cooked was delicious ... Now I feel that all the boiled water my mother cooked casually is delicious ...

I remember that the best thing my mother cooked was grease cakes.

At that time, all food had to be bought by ticket, and when buying meat, the master had to be told to take the fat piece home. My mother cut off the fat and refined it into oil for cooking, and the oil residue from oil refining could not be thrown away and chopped up. I didn't know how to make the stuffing, and then made it into round dough, wrapped it with stuffing made of oil residue, and steamed it in a pot. It was very delicious. I still can't forget the smell.

In 22, when my children were in the first grade of primary school, during the summer vacation, my family took my parents to visit Beijing and stayed at the Golden Third Ring Hotel. I didn't expect to eat grease cakes there again. The same taste and fragrance really surprised me. I still can't forget this matter, which is related to grease cakes.

after writing this, I am greedy for the fat cake again. I must ask my 8-year-old mother to teach me how to make the fat cake at the weekend. I can't lose this skill [covering my face] [covering my face], can I

bake bread and stew cauldron dishes.