Yinakou Ma Zhi tangxian cake

Eating moon cakes on Mid-Autumn Festival is a custom in the ancient town.

Father walked out of the kitchen with a plate. The moon cake in the white porcelain plate is like a quiet blooming chrysanthemum, full and plump.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, eat some moon cakes, round." My father scooped up a small moon cake and put it on a small plate in front of her. She gently picked up the small moon cake in front of her with chopsticks and didn't want to eat it.

"Don't like to eat egg yolk, dad will give you salt and pepper? I know you don't like moon cakes. Today, my father cut eight different flavors. Please choose one you like a little and eat it. " Father's eyes have deep expectations. "Good, then eat salt and pepper." She put all the salt and pepper moon cakes her father gave her into her mouth and chewed them reluctantly and hard, as if she might spit them out at any time.

"Girls don't like to eat moon cakes, so they don't eat well. It is more painful to eat things you don't like. " Mother glanced at her father out of the corner of her eye and began to blame him. "Girl, wait, mom will bring you a cake filled with sesame sugar. Your favorite food. I ate sesame cakes filled with sesame sugar, which were round like a circle. " Mother immediately stood up and walked to the kitchen.

The sesame cake filled with sesame sugar just taken out of the steamer is particularly soft. Bite it gently, and it tastes sweet. Unexpectedly, she felt a little like crying. She didn't expect that this year's family, parents will also pack cakes filled with sesame sugar. My parents are old and seldom eat sweets. It seems that this cake filled with sesame candy is specially wrapped for her.

"Dad, mom. Don't wrap this cake in the future You eat less and I eat less. Don't bother too much. " "Don't bother. Don't bother. Your father and I will give you a bag every year as long as you like it. "

The wrinkles on my mother's face are getting more and more year by year. She stared at her mother across the street. I don't know when, her mother's smile turned out to be like a chrysanthemum in the autumn wind. Layers of petals are deep lines, so clear that they can never be erased.

How young my mother was then. The young mother has shoulder-length short hair. Young mothers like to wear light pink coats. On that pale pink coat, there are also small flowers embroidered with pale pink thread. At that time, my mother was like a peach blossom in full bloom in April.

Sesame stems have been in the sun for many days. White sesame seeds, black sesame seeds, some like naughty children, can't wait to jump out of their small houses to bask in the sun. It's time to hit sesame seeds. Mother sat on a small bench, holding a handful of sesame stalks in her hand, tapping gently in the sun. In an instant, white sesame and black sesame came out like naughty goblins, jumping, laughing and celebrating happily on the white plastic sheet. There are thin and dense beads of sweat on mother's forehead. She wiped her mother's sweat with a handkerchief. "Mom, I want to knock sesame seeds, too." Mother looked at her and said nothing for a long time. She didn't speak, just looked at her mother piteously. "Well, let you knock sesame seeds for a while. This girl is thinner than other boys. Be gentle when knocking, don't knock all the sesame seeds to the ground. " Mother reached out and handed her a handful of sesame stalks. She patted them gently like her mother, but there were always disobedient sesame seeds jumping into the mud. She was afraid that her mother would scold her, and her head was so low that she was almost buried in her legs. "This girl, this time not fierce. Mom won't scold you, just be gentle. Knocking sesame seeds is not chopping wood. Why bother? " Mother in the sun, smiling gently. She smiled too. For many years, she has never forgotten her mother's sweet smile.

Sesame has been knocked. Mother put the firewood in the earthen stove. Mom wants to fry sesame seeds. The shovel turned back and forth in the big iron pot, singing a cheerful song. The aroma permeates the whole kitchen instantly. Burning a fire in the kitchen, she couldn't help but stand up and reach out to her mother for sesame seeds that haven't been fried thoroughly. Mother didn't give her sesame seeds, so she stood beside the big iron pot and refused to leave. She quickly put her hand into the wok, grabbed a handful of sesame seeds and ran out. Mother waved a spatula and pretended to hit her. She turned around and made a face. "You are just a girl, see if you are willing to fight." "Run slowly and don't fall." Mom doesn't want to hit her.

She put sesame seeds into her mouth bit by bit. Sesame smells good. The fragrance entered her mouth, nose and heart. This drill is more than twenty years.

She is waiting for her mother by the big stone mortar. Mom will come to get sesame seeds later. Mother scooped a few spoonfuls of sesame seeds, poured them into the stone mortar, then picked up the mortar pestle and beat it up and down. Mom seems to be effortless, and soon, sesame seeds become sesame powder. She is not happy to brush off the sesame powder stuck to the stone mortar again, and wants to pound sesame seeds. Mother couldn't beat her, so she was allowed to have a try. The mortar pestle is so heavy. She didn't want to be laughed at by her mother, so she tried her best to hold the mortar pestle and beat it up and down. After a while, she was too tired to speak. She put the mortar pestle aside and sat on the stool, panting heavily. "I only know that the cake is delicious, and I don't know how to push hardship. Girl, you should be considerate of others' sufferings in the future. " Mother continued to cook sesame seeds. She glanced at her mother and said nothing, but she will never forget her mother's words. When people are alive, they should understand the hardships of others.

Sesame is ready. Mom asked dad to make dough and make dough together. Mom and dad are making sesame cakes together in the kitchen. She stays in the kitchen, but does nothing but wait for the sesame cakes to come out of the pot and take the first bite.

The round sesame candy stuffing cake is a kind of cake eaten in Mid-Autumn Festival. Eat Mid-Autumn Festival cake, round and round.

"Dad, mom, I'll make cakes with you next year."

Okay, okay, okay.

Mom and dad all smiled happily.

(Homemade sesame candy cake wrapped by dad: It doesn't look good, but it's delicious. )

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