It's hard to eat authentic beef balls now.

Generally, the beef balls bought by those shops on the street are mixed with some miscellaneous things, and the beef is stirred by machines and tastes bad. If you want to taste authentic beef balls, you must use the traditional method-handmade. This is laborious and expensive, so naturally few people are willing to do it.

My mother made all the beef balls I ate when I was a child. During the Spring Festival, my mother will make a big pot of beef balls for our family. At that time, beef was more expensive and my family was average, so every time my mother made beef balls, it would be like a holiday.

The highlight of making beef balls is stuffing. There are two sharp knives at home, and my mother lifts her sleeves. Brush! When the two knives were pulled out together, my mother put the beef on the chopping block conveniently, and began to chop it with knives in both hands, with even force and sweating. After a while, the beef turned into a paste.

Then my mother took out a cylindrical iron bar and kept beating the beef. My mother explained, "This will make beef stronger and more delicious." Mother is always proud of her cooking.

The highlight of stuffing is kneading stuffing. Mother grabbed a small bag of beef sauce and held it in her hand. Soon, the beef became a ball, and then her mother squeezed the beef with both hands to make it smaller and stronger.

The last step is to put it into the pot. Mother poured water into the pot, covered the lid, turned the fire on, opened the lid, and the heat was soaring. The whole kitchen seems to be filled with steam. Mother carefully poured the beef balls back into the pot, only to see a few gray "fat people" jump into the boiling water, and restless water droplets splashed on their hands. Mother put the beef balls in without changing color. Finally, round beef balls surfaced, and my excitement gradually floated out.

Everyone gathered around the table, waiting for the beef balls to be served. Your mouth must be full of saliva. "serve!" Mother put a big pot of beef balls on the table. I can't wait to pick up one and put it in my mouth. The moment the tip of my tongue touched the beef balls, my taste buds bloomed. Two rows of teeth chew elastic beef balls, and the soup in the beef balls instantly covers every corner of the mouth, and the tongue is numb. Finally, every cell seems to be enjoying this big meal, and the more it chews, the stronger it gets, and it can't stop.

I think every Spring Festival of beef balls is the best Spring Festival.

2. The taste of hometown is 800 words in the excellent composition of the third grade.

I don't know what the taste of my hometown is, but I know that the smell of smoke in the mountains is angry; I don't know what the taste of my hometown is, but I know the taste of the soil deposited in the old house is; I don't know what the taste of my hometown is, but I know that the lingering smell of bamboo leaves in the bamboo tube is it. Chongqing is very big, and there are too many flavors in my hometown, but only the dribs and drabs in ordinary days can remind me of my hometown.

The flavor of hometown is the faint bamboo leaf flavor in the bamboo forest. The mountain bamboo forests in Chongqing are green all year round, and the cool evening breeze blows a faint bamboo fragrance from the bamboo leaves, which makes people feel particularly comfortable. It's not the delicate bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River, no, the bamboo on the mountain here goes straight into the sky, and there is always a bodybuilding posture; Not the exquisite bamboo carving in the glass cabinet. No, the bamboo here is only used to weave baskets, and there is always a simple atmosphere. I still remember the bamboo pen container that my grandmother cut for me one by one, which exudes this unforgettable bamboo fragrance all year round.

The taste of hometown is the citrus fragrance that comes out every year during the Qingming Festival. At this time, my cousin and I will play oranges with bamboo poles, and we often round our bellies and destroy "trophies".

The taste of hometown is the smell of mud deposited in old houses and the smell of rice floating in kitchen smoke. Pushing open the creaking wooden door, I greeted everyone with a smile. The greedy watchdog "Pangpang" came running with its furry tail. It's time to eat. Grandma brought steaming jiaozi with a serene smile on her wrinkled face. On the other side of the table, my father shouted to everyone to pick up the food, and the hearty laughter filled the hut. My cousin and I didn't want to eat, so we picked up a piece of meat to make us fat. Pangpang first wagged his tail desperately, waited for a long time, and finally got impatient. He shouted "Wang", scaring my cousin and me to let go, and the meat fell to the ground. I picked up an unknown cake, which was fried golden and almost stuck my teeth off. Dad smiled, and the breath of happiness spread in the sun. I couldn't help laughing at the thought of my embarrassment.

The taste of hometown is also somewhat mysterious. The taste of hometown is "bitter grass" in vegetable beds, and there is always a strong herb flavor similar to wormwood leaves. I know it, its leaves are arranged like pagodas, and my father told me it can stop nosebleeds. I always wanted to try.

The taste of hometown is a bit weird, too. The taste of hometown is chubby sweet potatoes in grandma's basket at night. Dad said that there was a monster named "evil spirit" in the mountains at night, staring at green eyes. I asked my grandmother who went to carry sweet potatoes at night, does it really exist? Grandma nodded and pursed her lips. Since then, the five-year-old sweet potato has become mysterious in my eyes. Now that I think about it, isn't this a kind of care from my father and grandmother? In the basket, the taste of love is rising.

The flavor of my hometown is the fog of "Wusuo Mountain, Wusuo Mountain", the mystery of endless mountains, the big river crab running by the pool, half an orange shared with my cousin, "boiled fish", spicy tofu, dried peppers, sausages personally sent by my grandmother during the Chinese New Year, and scenes after scenes of memories when holding bamboo tubes.

I love you, the smell of hometown.

3. The taste of hometown: 800 words of excellent composition in grade three.

Afternoon, sunshine, beach, sea breeze. Many people like this artistic conception, being lazy and enjoying it.

At this moment, it is such an afternoon. I, lazily lying on the beach chair, feel the close contact between the sun and the skin, breathe the fresh sea breeze and reminisce about the delicious seafood dinner just now.

My hometown, Zhanjiang, is a beautiful coastal city, named for its delicious seafood and unique scenery. I have to admit that I am lucky to live in Zhanjiang since I was a child, because I can taste delicious and fresh seafood every day, but it is a dream for people in inland areas.

Scallop is one of my favorite seafood. Extremely delicious and nutritious. It is as famous as sea cucumber and abalone, and is listed as the three treasures of seafood. It is a very popular food in both eastern and western recipes. In western recipes, scallops are generally fried in yellow or wrapped in bread flour. In oriental recipes, Japanese people like to use scallops with sushi and sashimi, while China mainly uses steamed scallops with garlic vermicelli, steamed scallops, roasted scallops and scallop soup.

What I want to recommend most is roasted scallops, which is also my favorite way to eat. Not only because it is simple to make, but also because it is delicious. There are only three steps to make roasted scallops: first, clean the scallops with a brush; Second, use garlic to make sauce; Pour three sauces on the scallop meat and bake them on the stove. In fact, sometimes, simple cooking is just as delicious, without too much seasoning, but it retains more original flavor.

When scallops shrink after preheating, the soup released can make people feel the "fresh" taste of seafood. It will be better if garlic powder is added, because it will inhibit the excessive fishy smell of scallops. It's fresh, but it doesn't smell like fish. The meat is tender and absorbs the soup. It is sweet and chewy, which makes people feel like floating in the clouds and fairyland. Almost everyone is full of praise after eating it.

And I only have the opportunity to eat roasted scallops once a year, that is, on the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15. At that time, many relatives and friends would get together at home and we would have a barbecue downstairs. Food is everything, but I only like scallops. So every time I am responsible for the ingredients and barbecue of scallops, what makes me proud is that every time I serve a delicious scallop, the plate will be swept away and there is no juice left.

Although you can only eat grilled scallops once a year, in my opinion, that is enough, because every time you eat scallops, it is not only delicious, but also contains another unique taste, that is, the whole family gets together to chat and enjoy the moon, which is a kind of homely taste.

4. The taste of hometown is 800 words in the excellent composition of the third grade.

Some tastes, once tasted, will never be forgotten, with the flavor of hometown.

There is a Toona sinensis tree in my hometown. Let grandma go home to pick it every time she sprouts. The young leaves of Toona sinensis are red. After cleaning, it should be dried separately, and then the Toona sinensis and garlic moss should be salted together. A mouthful of pickles from my hometown naturally blended into my life. Garlic moss is a little spicy. There must be a Chinese toon covering it. Picking up a chopstick, the spicy taste first rushes to the tip of the nose and then slowly flows back to the tongue, and then the taste buds are filled with the rich fragrance of Toona sinensis leaves. Different from the feeling of eating vegetables at ordinary times, Toona sinensis is a plant cultivated by nature. Big fish and big meat are not uncommon. In this hot summer, drinking a bowl of warm rice tea with two Toona sinensis in my hometown makes me particularly satisfied. Hometown is such a Toona sinensis. When you finally give up delicacies, there is always a dish waiting quietly, waiting for you to return to your hometown and taste the taste of your hometown.

Outside the vegetable garden surrounded by the low wall, there is a yam bean that takes root. No one knows why it settled here, but everyone will come to taste it. Every time yam bean matures, the green on the earth-gray wall stands out. Walking in, there were so many yam bean's that they crowded into a string. Yam bean is big and thin. You have to soak it in hot water before eating it. Twist it in your hand, and the brown skin will fall off, leaving only milky white flesh. Wash the porridge directly without peeling it. Brown yam bean in white rice, revealing some heads, is particularly cute. When the teeth bite the skin, the sticky meat will be squeezed out without sweetness. If you eat too much, you will feel that yam bean has woven a sticky net, covering the whole mouth. There are always some surprises in my hometown from time to time, just like this wild yam bean. Hometown always gives us everything, let us get it, let us enjoy it, and ask for nothing in return.

Cherry is not a specialty of my hometown, but whenever I eat cherry, I always say; "Ah, my family used to have a cherry tree." Not as big as it is now, nor as sweet as it is now, but it will always be remembered in my memory. There used to be a cherry tree in my hometown. Sweet and sour cherries tasted my childhood and described the taste of my hometown.

Remember my hometown, remember the taste of my hometown.

5. The taste of hometown is 800 words in the excellent composition of the third grade.

What's the taste of hometown? Perhaps it is the happiness of reunion, perhaps it is a beautiful scenery, perhaps it is a sumptuous lunch. Unforgettable and memorable. The tinkling of bowls and chopsticks, the endless green hills and the familiar local accent all tell the taste of hometown.

The familiar cry is introduction. In the morning, the shouts downstairs woke me up. Without the traffic in big cities, my hometown looks more local conditions and customs. The sun shone on the floor through the curtains, and the soft and warm taste came to my face. Residents stood chatting on the sunny path, and familiar and old faces came into my eyes. Fortunately, those who watched me grow up and played with me are still there. The voices floating upstairs from time to time, those words belonging to my hometown, will always inadvertently remind me of my thoughts and ripple in my heart. The shouts carried by the breeze are getting smaller and smaller, drifting away in the wind.

That delicious meal is the text. Every place has several local home-cooked dishes. Perhaps the production process is simple, but only the local people can make that unique charm. In my hometown, there are also many local products, such as preserved eggs and fried noodles, which makes me unforgettable. I prefer spicy food, especially the spicy food unique to my hometown, which can't be described in words. A wanderer eats a bowl of fried noodles in his hometown, which always arouses people's eyes. Only belongs to the taste of hometown, irreplaceable and indelible. It lives in the heart of every wanderer and is unique.

The magnificent scenery is a postscript. There are many mountains in my hometown, and each mountain has a story that belongs to them. Maybe there are poets writing poems here, or maybe there is a champion here. Those stories are used as the basis for naming mountains, such as Mingyue Mountain. It is said that the name there has something to do with the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, but I think this name must have something to do with the unique and extraordinarily beautiful moon seen at the top of Mingyue Mountain. There is a very scenic spot in Mingyue Mountain-Qingyun Plank Road. It is built on the mountain, and there is always a little mist around the railing, which makes people feel like walking on the Lv Yun. Follow the plank road all the way to the top of the mountain. If you stay here at night, you will definitely see the unique moon and the cold moonlight. The endless mountains are more striking and greener in the moonlight.

The taste of hometown is always so unique, exciting and intertwined in my heart.