She Jian Shang de hometown composition

Hometown composition on the tip of her tongue (1)

My hometown-northeast Jilin, a cold place, a place I am familiar with, a place I like. This place is full of my nostalgia, and it is full of familiar smells, such as chicken stewed with mushrooms, white meat and blood sausage, but for me, the roast cold noodles near the school are my favorite taste.

Grilled cold noodles is an interesting food called noodles, but it is actually more like a cake, which only appeared in recent years. On the streets of Changchun, you can often see a master wearing a white apron pushing a tricycle slowly along the street. The plaque on the car has yellow characters on a red background-roasted cold noodles, plus a sentence of "authentic Korea". Don't be cheated. In fact, according to industry research, there is no such thing as roasted cold noodles in Korea and North Korea, only in Changchun.

Three or four years ago, this thing only appeared in the area of Hongqi Street. Within three years, it became popular in Changchun, especially at the gate of middle schools. Every day after school, the students "shout" around the cold noodle truck. Then, there was a loud cry: "four pieces", "I want five pieces" and "another piece of fish steak for my share" ...

The chef who bakes cold noodles is as anxious as an octopus with eight claws: pour some oil on the hot iron plate, uncover a cold noodle and put it on it, and then beat an egg. At that moment, when the spatula in his hand was extended and retracted, the egg "brushed" and turned to the bottom of the cold noodles, emitting a strong fried egg fragrance. Finally, add sausage or fish steak, sprinkle with spices like flowers, and put a handful of parsley. Roll a roll with a spatula, chop it into eight pieces and put it in a plastic bowl-live together. Eating in your mouth, just the aroma of gluten and spices of cold noodles is enough to make people can't help it. ...

For a period of time in the third grade, the evening self-study ended late, and I was often hungry and dizzy. Together with a few friends who were also gourmets, I mixed out of school while my junior children were out of school, bought a small bowl of roasted cold noodles and went back to the classroom to enjoy it slowly. I remember one day, I somehow seemed hungry, so I took out a huge sum of money from 30 yuan and bought all the roasted cold noodles. The noodle seller froze for 10 seconds, and then buried himself in baking noodles. Soon, I walked back to school with a plastic bag of baked cold noodles in the surprised eyes of others.

In the rest of the class that day, when I was fascinated by the teacher's lecture, I ate two bites of roast cold noodles and was instantly satisfied.

Hometown on the tip of the tongue, the taste of roasted cold noodles.

Hometown composition on the tip of her tongue (2)

My hometown is surrounded by mountains and seas, with beautiful scenery and rich products.

After several spring rains, sharp heads appeared in the fields and lush bamboo forests among the green hills. This is a bamboo shoot. At this time, bamboo shoots are tender and cheap, and they are home-cooked dishes on the table of every household. There are all kinds of bamboo shoots floating over my hometown: bamboo shoots burn fat but not greasy; Braised bamboo shoots in oil are tender and fresh; Baked bamboo shoots with pickles are very refreshing. The inexhaustible bamboo shoots will also be made into various delicacies, or canned, or dried bamboo shoots, or salt-covered sheep tail bamboo shoots. In hot summer, when people have no appetite, take out a few sheep's tail bamboo shoots and soak them in warm water several times until the salty taste is removed and shredded. Adding sugar, monosodium glutamate and sesame oil makes it a particularly refreshing dish, which makes people have an appetite at once.

In July and August, peaches in the mountains and plains are ripe and fragrant like clouds, hanging over every household. In hot summer, eating a peach makes me energetic. Look! The toothless old woman only picked ripe peaches to eat, and when she pulled them up, she peeled them all. When the old woman sucked, the juice kept dripping from her hands. Looking at her sweet smile, my heart must be sweet. And young people like to eat hard peaches. Take a bite, it's crispy and refreshing!

In autumn, the clouds are clear and the sun is shining, and the taro in the field is ripe. I was covered in long hair and dark, but I pulled it out, washed it and cooked it. It was delicious. Braised ribs with taro is a dish, simmered slowly. Sprinkle a handful of chopped green onion when cooking, and the aroma is attractive. Take a sip of soup, it's really fresh! Taro nuts taste waxy, soft, slippery and delicious. No wonder as the saying goes, I ran through the three customs and six docks and ate taro in Fenghua.

The food in my hometown is more than that. Can't finish writing, can't finish talking. When the familiar smell comes out of our tongue from time to time, we know that home is always there.

Hometown composition on the tip of her tongue (3)

A while ago, CCTV broadcasted a documentary about food, China on the tip of the tongue, which reminded me of my hometown on the tip of the tongue thousands of miles away.

My hometown is Huangpi, Hubei, which was called Guo Huang in ancient times. It is said that it is the hometown of General Mulan. Very ordinary small villages, criss-crossing buildings, rivers and branches connected, filled with the vastness and agility of Jiangnan water town. The water here not only satisfies daily life, irrigates crops, but also gives people many unique foods in water towns.

Chrysanthemum is one of them. A branch of Artemisia lives by the water, which is resistant to shade and wet. In spring and March, when the temperature is warm and cold, they grow when they see the wind. From a distance, the dark red stems are full of business.

After the chrysanthemum is returned, you can't eat it immediately. It takes a few days to pile up in the corner and sprinkle water several times a day, and it will take about three to five days to grow white and green buds. Go to old terrier with yellow leaves, leave young crops, knead into inches, wash, shred some translucent bacon, fry for three to five minutes, and take out the pot.

The Artemisia annua in the dish has a slightly bitter fragrance, and the bacon has accumulated a winter fragrance, which will make everyone in my hometown fall for it. Unfortunately, with the change of the surrounding environment, Artemia marina is becoming more and more difficult to find. Last year, in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my aunt took her cousin for an outing from the city. In her spare time, she dug a big bag full in three days. I was so happy that I not only had a good time, but also solved my lovesickness.

Water chestnut is familiar to hometown people, and (m.taiks.com) has a strong vitality, almost all of which are wild. Every early summer, they will stick their heads out of the water as scheduled, and the slender main roots rooted in fertile silt will lift diamond-shaped leaf discs out of the water as scheduled, squeeze them together, and produce small white flowers, which are lined with the green of a pond and a river, forming the unique beauty of hometown.

People usually stand on the shore, put two long bamboo poles into the water, gently stir the roots of water chestnut, and then drag them up against the water. Add ginger and garlic to the pot and stir-fry for two or three minutes. It tastes very fresh and is the favorite snack of hometown people in summer.

Born in the water with the stem of water chestnut, and the intestines of lotus root are actually immature lotus roots. Because there is a protrusion like a brush head in front, it is called lotus root hairpin in our hometown. As soon as you get it, you must be able to swim and not afraid of the cold; Secondly, sometimes you have to pay the price of being scratched by a lotus stalk with a hard thorn. More importantly, if you take out a lotus root sausage, you will actually lose a lotus root, which is the last thing adults want to see.

In the early summer afternoon, the water was still very cold, so we sneaked down to the lotus pond when the adults were sleepy or working in the fields. Everyone found a small lotus with only a sharp tip and tied it down along the lotus stalk. A white and slender lotus root sausage will be pulled out of the mud at the bottom of the water, put in the water twice, washed clean, and we can't wait to put it in our mouth, which smells slightly fishy and muddy.

I left my hometown. Three years ago, I bought a house in Wuhan, the provincial capital. Living in the urban area, there are many high-rise buildings, but they lack the aura of many hometown villages. Every time I calm down, my thoughts can't help but return to my hometown hundreds of miles away, the water, the fields, the people ... these hometown dishes that have gradually disappeared from my life. Without you, who will tell me the news of my hometown? Who will maintain the relationship between my wanderer and my hometown? Who should I tell about my deep homesickness?