Taro, also known as taro, taro, is a nutritious tuberous vegetables. It is round and full, the skin is brownish purple, smooth and delicate, as if a fine ceramic crafts. When I first saw the taro, I was attracted by its appearance, and I couldn't wait to get a glimpse of it.
Gently peel off the skin of the taro, a fragrance comes to my nose. Taro meat white as snow, tender as silk, touch dense and delicate. I couldn't wait to take a bite, taro meat melt in the mouth, sweet and soft, taste buds instantly captured. The sweetness and softness seemed to be frozen in time, so I was mesmerized.
In addition to fresh food, taro can also be cooked into a variety of delicious dishes. Mother's best is taro meat. Taro in the pot stewed soft and flavorful, absorbing the aroma of meat, taste more mellow. I always like to pick up a piece of taro, with chopsticks gently poke, soft taro meat will be slipped out of the skin, covered with delicious gravy. The melt-in-your-mouth taro and juicy meat, in the mouth intertwined into a delicious symphony.
The taro is not only delicious, but also has a rich medicinal value. It is flat and sweet, has the effect of strengthening the spleen and stomach, moistening the lungs and relieving cough. In the cold winter, cook a bowl of hot taro soup, not only can drive cold and warm stomach, but also help to ease the cough. Whenever I accidentally catch a cold, my mother will always stew a pot of taro soup, with her warm hands for me to serve a bowl, drink, the whole body is warm, and even the cough has been reduced a lot.
The taro is not only a delicious ingredient, it is also an indispensable plaything of my childhood. Whenever the taro season is ripe, my friends and I will meet to dig taro in the ground. We hold a small shovel, excited to plow through the soil, looking for the taro buried in the ground. When we finally dug up a big, round taro, the sense of accomplishment and joy was indescribable.
Digging up the taro, we sometimes bake it. Find a vacant lot, build a bonfire, bury the taro in the fire, and wrap it in firewood ash. After a period of baking, taro skin baked crispy, inside is soft and sweet. When you take a bite, it is hot and steamy, and the charred aroma and softness intertwine in your mouth to create a different flavor.
The taro is not only a food, but also a precious memory of my childhood. Whether it is its delicious taste, or its medicinal value, or its fun as a plaything, it has brought endless joy to my childhood. Whenever I see taro, I will always think of the hometown of that piece of land, think of digging taro with small friends, baked taro time. Taro, a simple name, but carries my unforgettable childhood flavor.