The vegetarian food in the temple is really delicious

I remember the last time I came back from meditation in the temple, my brother asked me what I had gained, and I said, "The vegetarian meal was delicious." My brother smiled. He may be thinking, "That's it."

Really, the vegetarian food in the temple is delicious.

I had Qiao Mai millet porridge for breakfast this morning, which was sweet and mellow. Serve with olive vegetables, shredded sour potatoes, steamed pumpkin, Chinese cabbage, etc. It's really touching. Fellow initiates cried while eating. Later, she told me that she was moved by breakfast. At the same time, she also deeply understood to cherish food. She also said that she used to go out to eat and wasted a lot of fish and meat. In the future, she had to cook more vegetarian dishes at home.

At lunch, we had Redmi mixed with white rice, and the side dishes were braised yuba, fried beans, boiled cabbage, and a white shredded radish and mushroom soup. This soup has no oil or salt, but it tastes sweet and delicious. After swallowing, my mouth is still full of saliva, and my lips and teeth are fragrant.

Why can't the same food be so delicious at home?

I thought it over. When we eat on the earth, our thoughts are always not on food. We are either talking to the people at the same table or dreaming, and we don't realize that we are eating or chewing. We are just completing a physiological task mechanically.

When fasting in the temple, everything is going on in an orderly and quiet way. So we can live in the present, focus on food and feel the natural taste of food naturally. The nature and taste of food have always been there, and it is only people's hearts that are chaotic.

In the environment of Zhaitang, when I chew a steamed pumpkin, I can see the vegetable farmers carefully selecting seeds, digging, sowing, watering and fertilizing according to the natural taste of pumpkin ... I can see the seeds take root and sprout, vines slowly cover a large area of land ... I can see the buds sprout and petals bloom ... I can hear the sound of pollen spreading in the air ... I can see the ovaries slowly grow into small pumpkins, small pumpkins. Grow into a pumpkin ... I saw the vegetable farmer patting the pumpkin with a smile on his face and proudly saying to his wife around him, "Come, old thing, look at how strong this pumpkin is." It must be sweet, powdery and waxy. " My wife came up with a smile and said, "Old ghost, you are right. This melon is very good and can fetch a good price. " ..... I finally saw the vegetable farmers and his wife selling pumpkins to volunteers in the temple. Volunteers brought the melons back, peeled them, cut them into pieces, steamed them, and then distributed them to our bowls.

As for me, I'm biting the pumpkin with my mouth open. How sweet! Real powder! It's really waxy! How can there be such delicious pumpkins in this world? I am so grateful.

Every time I have a bite of rice in the temple, I have this experience and feeling. I can see it all the way, see that it is full of rain and dew, and see that it embodies the hard work and sweat of many people. Therefore, every time I take a bite of rice, I cherish it and feel especially grateful.

However, the mortal world is too diverse and complicated, and people's hearts are like wild horses. How is it possible to taste every bite of food quietly?

Empty is true, and static is true.

A porridge and a meal, when thinking is hard won.