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Taste of Childhood - Pineapple Breeze
I went out for a walk last night and bought a pineapple back on the way. In general, there is no shortage of fruits at home. Apples, bananas and other fruits at home are always prepared, after all, eat more fruit on the body is good, and then again, fruit is also delicious. However, the family rarely buy pineapple, the price is not a problem, but the family often buy just apples and bananas, these two kinds of fruits as if it is indispensable, the same can not be replaced. Anyway, it is also considered to improve the food, I bought a pineapple back.

? I love pineapples in particular, from their looks to their flavor to their strange peeling method. But my love for pineapples is actually rooted in sorbet, if you want to get to the bottom of it.

? We call popsicles and ice cream "sorbet". When I was a kid, when the weather got hot, there would be ice-cream vendors with tractors in the family area to bring us kids the best benefits of summer. They had the best sound in our little world: the one who yelled must be a man, and the ice-cream seller would suddenly shout "ice-cream lot! Wholesale ice-cream!" The man himself remains calm and relaxed, and even in the middle of his yelling, his ears do not turn red and his neck does not get thick. This thunderous yell could be heard clearly from all corners of the family area! --However, it may be because of the sharp ears of children. This yell must be mixed with the local accent to be flavorful! When I was a kid, I didn't understand the dialect, but this was the only yell I could hear clearly, and I was able to learn it.

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? There is no doubt that this yell was a pleasant surprise for us kids. Since the beginning of summer we have been looking forward to the arrival of the tractor covered with a white or light blue quilt. We also looked forward to the thunderous call. When I was a child, I always wondered why the ice cream was covered with a thick blanket when it was afraid of the heat. For this reason, I also deliberately asked to buy ice-cream uncle, people told me, this is the insulation with. But then I don't understand even more: "insulation, is it afraid of ice-cream cold?" At that time, my understanding of "heat preservation" is "keep warm", ah ah ah, this I was confused for a long time.

? At that time, I had already y realized that the word "hope" contains the torment: you miss it, every time inadvertently think of it to the body will be a surge of enthusiasm. This restlessness is like a small fire, the fire is steady, slowly burning in the body, but also this is the most scratchy. The obsession is a spring, clear and cool. As long as it finally appeared, a moment can both drive away the fire, followed by the satisfaction of the heart. However, the heart of it just never appeared, the fire in the heart also from it and more than the commotion. The commotion leads to deeper hope, and the lack of fulfillment of that hope leads to even more abrasive agitation. The pain is unbearable. Ice-cream sellers seem to have been naughty, as if they were adding wood to our heart fire and drumming the wind, have to wait until our heart fire is burning and we are nearly burned out before leisurely driving a tricycle slowly into the family area, calm and relaxed to just the right time to use the accent of the countryside loud and melodious yell out a "batch of ice-cream!

? As long as the yell sounded, no matter what they are doing at this time, no matter what they are in a good mood or bad, how good or bad, with the yell, dopamine, adrenaline and thyroid hormones and so on will be violently flooded like an explosion! Ask your parents for five, ten, twenty bucks any way you can, and then run like hell to that long-awaited call. You may feel like a warrior in "armor", but it's not a battlefield, it's freedom and beauty, even happiness. However, to say that it was a battlefield is not an exaggeration. After all, I was not the only child in the family area, and there were always some children whose homes were closer than mine and who could run faster than I could. When I finally got there, the tricycle around the crowded - some uncles, aunts and grandparents will also come to join in the fun. At that time, we often complained that the ice-cream truck was parked underneath someone's house again, and those who lived far away always had to run a few steps further and wait in the crowd for a long time. The bragging rights, that is, bragging about the ice-cream truck parked downstairs in their own homes, their grandmothers bought them how much money for ice-cream, or that they were the first to buy a delicious ice-cream. That said, the impression of selling ice-cream **** there are three, two larger blue tractor, a small yellow tricycle (this one is not common), and these three are parked year after year in those few fixed locations, rarely deviated, could it be that this is also a kind of obsession? Anyway, at that time, the most envious and jealous were the partners in the buildings closest to those fixed spots. That's how it is. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

? Now can remember the most common and favorite ice cream there are so many kinds. Green bean, red bean, chocolate shell, and in the children quite popular brands: small pudding, small prince, old popsicle, ABC, stick ice, and so on. Every time I batch ice-cream, my biggest wish is to buy all kinds of ice-cream, and if I want to say something bigger than that, well, I'd like to buy more of each kind of ice-cream. At this time I should echo the beginning of the article, I remember my favorite brand called "pineapple wind", ice cream shape is very different: other ice cream is generally flat round fat fat, alternative some of them is only cylindrical, but the pineapple wind is spiral, like a peeled pineapple; in addition, the other ice cream stick is also just the same, but the other ice cream stick is also just the same. Other ice-cream stick is nothing more than a flat short wooden bar, while the pineapple wind is a round wooden stick. It was so different and unique that I still remember it vividly now, more than ten years later. Of course, the most unforgettable thing is naturally its flavor. It's worth noting that children have a keen sense of taste and are therefore very picky. If there's a snack that they love and can still remember years later when they're adults, it's obvious that it tastes great. But I can't help but make a few comments here. The flavor of Pineapple Breeze is "real". I bought pineapple to compare with it, and its flavor is not far from the real pineapple. You know, children's tongues can really taste the subtle differences between two foods, and my love for Pineapple Breeze is pure because of its "true flavor" (cover your face). In addition, when the pineapple is turned into sugar water, the flavor of the sugar water remains unadulterated. This is really rare. In my personal experience, many fruit-flavored sorbets always have a stray taste in their sugar water after melting, the stray taste isn't the same, and some of them even taste a little irritating to the throat. This is exactly why I hated sorbet melted into water when I was a kid. However, Pineapple Breeze's sugar water has no mixed taste, and the taste of sugar water is naturally sweeter than sorbet, but it does not irritate the throat, plus the pineapple flavor is already appealing to the people, so "Pineapple Breeze" has become my favorite. Strangely enough, no one else at the time was as obsessed with pineapple wind as I was. I was puzzled by this.

? When I wrote this article, I deliberately online Baidu "pineapple wind", I want to know whether the flavor of my childhood still have to recall, perhaps this ice cream can also have a history to find, and then maybe there are people like me love this ice cream, through which I can also "find similar! I'll be able to "find a kindred spirit". Unfortunately, I found nothing. I wasn't expecting to find anything, but I wasn't surprised. However, I was a bit upset. I was so upset that I asked my hair to see what ****ing I could find. Hey, someone else remembered. Satisfaction.