Life events, eat and drink (1)

I don't know what happened recently, but I suddenly realized that I really like eating, that is, eating food, eating food at a low level. This kind of thing makes people laugh. Modern people, regardless of urban and rural areas, Mobei Jiangnan, time ashes, men and women, old and young, except those included in the scope of precise poverty alleviation, are mostly well-fed. Everyone has long been drumming up fashionable online shopping, scientific fitness, tourism, digital electronic control and Yan value Ouba. Even if they have a meal, they regard it as a platform for harmonious feelings and social work. It's just that I'm obsessed with this kind of eating and drinking, which is tantamount to making a fool of myself, showing my low taste.

Just like people have different levels, eating and drinking are also very different. Chen Xiaoqing, a veteran foodie, led his team to produce China on the Tip of the Tongue for two seasons. People pay attention to and dig the tip of the tongue, but put eating and drinking on the desk of traditional essence and humanistic education. Really high! This gluttonous eating and drinking by myself is a simple way to satisfy my appetite. Neither the taste nor the way is perfect, but in retrospect, I can shed tears and drool, bitter and sweet coexist, and there are some almost tangled situations.

Looking at Lu Yao's Ordinary World, what impressed me most was his perception and description of hunger. People who have not been tortured by hunger will not feel this way. It's so real and profound. Only the hungry know the hunger of the hungry. Mo Yan said that his deepest memory when he was young was hunger, but it was actually the same memory of that generation (and generations).

Sometimes eating at home, the son born at the end of the last century talked about the old things of eating and drinking, bowing and agreeing. In fact, he is not interested in that kind of heartfelt worship and shameless desire to eat and drink. For their generation, these problems have no sense of existence at all.

(2)

From an early age, I heard my grandmother say that eating and drinking are two words in life. Grandma can't read, and she heard it from others. Eat and drink together, especially eat. I didn't know this sentence until I went to middle school. If I can find a key word to guide my memory from my memory to my marriage, it is "eating". Before the 1990s, every household was like this, with a large population and insufficient food. They can only eat a little meat in Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival all the year round, but they usually don't see oily ideas and fishy smell, and there is no oil in their bellies. Now it is said that the reform was forced out. At that time, sharpening your head and searching all over the world could also make a mouth. It is also forced by the contradiction between the abnormal grain and the original grain demand.

In spring and summer on the Great Wall Plateau, elms are full of money. A group of children climbed the elm tree, first sat on the branches to eat, and then filled two pockets to share with their brothers, sisters and friends. The essentials of their actions are just like Lu Chuan now. When the weather turns hot, dandelion, wild wolf and other roots that grow in the ground are delicious. After autumn, I ate more, and the potatoes, radishes, mustard bumps, cabbage dolls and tender pods planted in the field were all used properly. Sometimes, at the risk of being scolded by adults, immature wheat is tied up with straw and chaff, rubbed and eaten with fire, completely ignoring the face and being completely black. If you are thirsty, go straight to the ditch by the well to drink.

Before and after the property arrives at the household, there is basically no place to take money, and every family raises chickens to supplement daily expenses such as rice, oil and salt in order to sell eggs. They are reluctant to eat at ordinary times, and only two or three children can eat when they are sick. Now that I think about it, it is a real free-range egg. Once, someone in the village was carrying a basket of eggs to sell. Several people sitting under the wall joked that only those eggs were worth selling, and they ate up all the meal. I was going to sell eggs, but I was not convinced. "Why don't you make a bet? I don't want money if you finish this basket of eggs. If you can't finish it, you have to buy it at this price. " A big gamble began in the sight of all the blood. After the eggs were cooked, the one who ate began to bite bite by bite, and the speed gradually weakened. After 30 years old, I couldn't eat any more and gave up completely. According to what he said afterwards, even burping smells like chicken manure, which I have never eaten in my life.

(3)

Stimulated by this, I often long for an egg. Once my second brother was ill, grandma cooked three eggs for him to eat when he slept. I can't restrain the smell of fresh things by my brother's pillow. My grandmother found out when I was on cloud nine. What a good lesson. The taste of being scolded is unpleasant. Grandma has been away from us for almost ten years, but the smell of boiled eggs still remains in my heart.

Of course, there are times when meat is served. Every year, the production team castrates the ram born that year, and adults and children keep in front like festivals. They wrapped the cut sheep eggs in mud and burned them in the fire until the mud was dry and the sheep eggs were cooked. Different from the current barbecue stalls, this is the real original ecology. There is no seasoning such as cumin pepper and salt noodles. The soil just absorbed the fishy smell of sheep eggs, steaming, tender and soft, and fragrant. If you can come to half a catty of Erguotou, it will be enjoyed by the gods. At this time, people who eat sheep eggs will brag and will not change for a county magistrate.

One winter in the middle of the night, I was reluctantly awakened from my sleep by my family. I heard it was delicious. I was completely sleepy, so I put on my clothes and came to my grandmother's house. Under the kerosene lamp, the big iron pot was steaming, and the braised sauce chicken smelled fragrant, and the saliva flowed down first. Tear off the handle, grab it with both hands, take a bite, and your mouth is full. The fragrance went straight to the brain and fell into the stomach. Later, I learned that most of the chickens in the village died of infectious diseases, and no one was willing to throw them away. They were all cooked and eaten. At that time, there was such delicious braised chicken that I didn't care about anything else. Until now, I have never eaten such delicious chicken, so I can only smoke it in my dream.

(4)

Junior high school and senior high school spent six years in schools in villages and counties. Students take rice noodles and potatoes from their own homes, and pay 2 yuan for meals each semester to the school cafeteria. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter teachers or students, breakfast has never been heard of. There are two meals every noon and afternoon. I ate a nest of oatmeal, a lump of rice or millet, half a catty for each meal. It's soy sauce soup. The potatoes in it are not peeled, and some of them are covered with pure green farmyard manure, which refuses to be exposed at the bottom. At that time, the little boys and girls were all growing up, and half a catty was not enough to eat. I often eat at 6 pm, and I am hungry after studying at 9 pm. After more than ten rounds of stomach upset, I kept idling until noon the next day.

The function of the stomach is so powerful, the movements are so neat, and the food intake is simply not enough for it to toss. It didn't take much time to finish the meal, and the processing of incoming materials couldn't keep up, so it idling. There was silence in the classroom during self-study last night, and there was a soft voice in my stomach, which stirred like thunder. I was embarrassed by the noise, so I went out for a while.

When I was really greedy and hungry, I felt only a few cents in my pocket. After several fierce ideological struggles, I went to the school cafeteria and spent 1.8 cents to buy a pot helmet. It's really delicious. After eating three, I seem to be more hungry. There is a buckwheat noodle restaurant at the school gate. People come and go every night, a bowl of vegetarian dishes at 25 cents and a bowl of shredded pork at 3 cents. That night, after 10, my classmates and I were so hungry that we could not stand it. We cheered each other up and ate a bowl of buckwheat noodles in the restaurant next time. We pretended to be calm, paid to sit down, and each asked for a bowl of vegetarian dishes. Probably because there were so many people eating in the restaurant at night that the owner couldn't remember, so he served two bowls of shredded pork. We didn't speak, so we swallowed it three times, five times and two times, as if taking advantage of the sky. Such a luxurious meal is only two or three times a semester, but Guo kui and buckwheat noodles are really delicious! Until now, it is an established topic for me to go back to my hometown and eat a big bowl of buckwheat noodles. Chili oil and mature vinegar are mixed with rotten pickles, and even the soup is washed with water. That's a comfort!

(5)

Everything has two sides. It is good not to eat. At that time, there were basically no people with diabetes and "three highs", and some were just malnutrition caused by diseases such as long-term work. Now living conditions have improved, and big fish and big meat, delicacies and delicacies are also common. On the contrary, pay attention to fitness and lose weight. But in any case, I don't want to go back to that time of hunger. There is an old saying that is very interesting. It's better to be covered in dead people than to be a hungry ghost. To put it bluntly, I am still afraid of hunger.

Solving the problems of hunger and satiety has become the best practical teaching material and counter-attack reason. The head teacher in junior high school often educates us, and students should study hard and read more books. Look at that book, it's full of jiaozi!

After graduation, because I am single, I can't stay hungry by working overtime at night. After marriage, the problem of eating was solved. When the children were young, the wife took care of the children alone and had to buy food and cook. Year after year, three meals a day, four dishes and one soup, and a combination of meat and vegetables, the child has grown into a big head of 1.8 meters, and I have changed from a thin man to a fat head and a big belly, which is very enjoyable.

Looking back now, I feel what grandma said. By "eating and drinking", she means meeting the most basic survival needs to a great extent. She has never seen eating or drinking.

A passage uploaded by WeChat is wonderful, slightly modified: cook a big meal when you can, eat bits and pieces when you can't, eat public funds carefully when you have power, cook home-cooked meals when you don't have power, go out to buy food when you can't walk, and make a hand by the stove. Invite friends to dinner when you have money, and invite friends to dinner when you have no money.

As an ordinary ethnic group, they walk in the clouds, either eating or rushing home for dinner; Life is either to enjoy happiness or to pursue happiness. This doesn't need to be like many officials with ghosts in their hearts, either in prison or on their way to prison.

20 16 March 13, people on the bridge

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