Love is eating a lot of meals together.

There is a poem in Three Quotations, which is simple and straightforward:

love

Is to be together

Eat a lot of meals.

Midnight Food Store is much more literary:

Land of the living

The joys and sorrows of life

Ruochang liangchuan.

Last year's New Year's Eve dinner was made by myself, and it took me four hours. Actually, it's not complicated, but my movements are slow. Plus, there is no one around to rush me, which is even more intermittent. The finished product looks simple, but it also took me a lot of thought.

I cooked a pot of soup as a base, put fresh vegetables and meat bought from the market in the morning on a plate, made several side dishes, made an egg and shrimp, fried a bowl of crispy meat strips, wrapped myself with a lot of vegetarian stuffing (potatoes and lotus roots), and several cold dishes, which were enough for four people in my family. After dinner, I was quite satisfied.

Lying in bed at night, inexplicably not asleep, thinking about this time the year before last.

This time the year before last, my friend and I haven't contacted for a year, and I forget the reason. Maybe it was just a contradiction at first. For example, she didn't tell me anything, and when I called to ask questions, she dealt with them hastily. For example, when the distance between her and me became more and more distant, she said that XXX was her best friend in the circle of friends. Of course, this is just an analogy. I also have many shortcomings. However, when we really began to ignore each other, my biggest shortcoming was revealed-not taking the initiative.

The other party didn't take the initiative to contact me, so I started to contact each other. Originally, two people were studying thousands of miles apart, and they didn't see each other several times a year. We all connected by telephone and social software, and my immortal personality led us to cut off contact completely.

Lying in bed, I began to seriously reflect. I even remembered that when I was cooking, I was also a person who valued feelings and knew how to cherish them. Otherwise, I won't spend the afternoon preparing for this festival which is particularly important to me. Although people are a little slow, many things don't mean I don't understand.

I began to think it over. At first, I tried to contact, and after writing a few words, I deleted it. In the end, I completely lost the courage to click send. At first, several attempts to contact failed, and the other party ignored me all the time, causing me to break the jar. Later, I even remembered the wide joke uploaded on the Internet, which was to the effect that "if you can't get it, throw it away, maybe you will bounce back when you meet something", so I thought about it and then threw this friendship away completely.

But that was on the night of the first day of New Year's Day, and my cell phone rang. At that time, I had deleted her phone and answered it without warning, but I knew it was her as soon as I heard the voice of the person on the other side of the phone. I pretended to be calm, and I answered whatever she said. We didn't mention anything tacitly, or we may have forgotten where to mention it. Anyway, after a year, we pretended nothing happened and made friends again.

I am not a very sociable person, so many principles of dealing with people are particularly backward, and getting along with people depends on the tolerance and concession of the other party. But I want her to know, and I want everyone who has read my article to know that in many cases, not knowing how to express does not mean not cherishing it. On the contrary, we are really just too timid and afraid of losing them, but we are self-defeating. I had a hard year. I often dream about her. When something unpleasant happens or I want to vomit, I write everything I want to say in the memo, and I still save a lot until now.

But fortunately, she didn't really give up our feelings.

It is precisely because of this special memory of the first day of the year before last that I often recall it later, so that on the night after I finished cooking last year, I was lying in bed, listening to the deafening salute outside, and felt inexplicably sad in such a family reunion and lively and festive festival.

I cooked chicken curry again this summer.

The process is quite embarrassing. I went to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients before, and finally I was told that there were no curry blocks. I was pretty devastated at the time. Because I invited a guest (a godmother's family) as my guest, she said that she had never eaten chicken curry slices before, so she specifically promised to cook this dish for her, but because it was close to dinner time, time did not allow me to go to the supermarket again, so I had to go home by car first.

When I got home, I called my mother and asked her to go to another supermarket to bring me curry pieces after work. I hung up and began to prepare other dishes. All the guests have arrived, other dishes are ready, and my mother is still on her way. I had to make chicken curry pieces in order, thinking that there would be no curry after the big deal, and the rice would still be eaten. I'll blanch the chicken and stir-fry it with other ingredients. It's almost ready.

Since then, curry chicken, a symbol of warm sunshine, seems to have a happy taste.

Finally, after serving, everyone liked it very much, and finally there was no soup at all. Putting people and food on a table would make me feel particularly satisfied, so I was really happy at that time.

This dish has been cooked once before. When I was at school, the club went out to rent a day rental house, and anyone who wanted to cook could cook their own good dishes. Actually, I don't specialize in this either. I thought about it at that time, and the atmosphere was very suitable for curry chicken, so I made it.

Different from what I did several times before, this time I put apples in the curry chicken. It seems sweeter, but not too sweet, which only makes people want to eat with meat.

I have always been a special person, and all my friends are in one-on-one relationship, so it is rare for a group of people to get together. On that day, we went to the supermarket together, played killing games together, ate and washed dishes together, and I seemed to see the kind of life I wanted in the future. I have friends and a warm and comfortable home, so when we have a rest, we can get together to eat, chat and think about things, which makes me feel particularly beautiful. I just think it's true. Love is eating a lot of meals together, whether it's between friends or partners.

Cooking noodles is the first dish I learned. The first time is inevitable. I only remember that lard was put last. It was covered under a big lump of noodles before it was taken out of the refrigerator, which made people sick. My parents eat noodles, but they all do.

I like pasta very much, so I'll make noodles if I'm too lazy to cook. Later, my grandmother was injured in the third year of high school. I cooked on weekends, and my cooking skills improved greatly. I cooked less noodles, but I still cooked occasionally.

At first, it was just noodle soup. Add seasoning, scald the vegetables and noodles, and mix them together to eat. It will be better to study what to do slowly in the future. I will use the cooked soup as the soup base, add some noodles and fry an egg, and suddenly it will look much more luxurious and taste richer.

I have a special complex about noodles. At first, it may just be because of the saying often used in Hong Kong dramas: "Are you hungry? Here you are. " At that time, there was no ambiguity, but I felt particularly warm. Later, the cooking was much slower. On the contrary, I think noodles are particularly grounded and easy to operate. Clear soup and dried noodles can be eaten at will. Pour the leftovers from last night, such as shredded cowpea or mashed potatoes, and the taste will add a few points.

When cooking noodles, I stood there in a daze. After the water rose, I dropped a few drops of sesame oil. When I watched the noodles rolling in it, I suddenly felt like a person's life. Simplicity is good and normal, but occasionally I can improve it a little, add some other flavors to make it special, but in any case, I seem to be inseparable from this track, probably the steps are set, and other details can only be modified slowly by myself.

I'm thinking that the most delicious food we eat in our life actually comes from our parents at first. There is a saying on the Internet: "Who comes from rivers and lakes, but is confined to day and night kitchens and love?" I think it's beautifully written, but I don't agree with the word "confined to". I think as long as I appear in the kitchen, besides eating by myself, it can only be for love. Day and night kitchens and love never restrict a person, but only serve as a driving force for him to conquer mountains and rivers better the next day. At the same time, I also like the delicious food full of the local flavor I have been to.

I am a person with a particularly poor memory, but I especially want to say a responsible word to those people and memories that have special significance to me-really don't worry, I will remember it later, in front of every bowl of food we have tasted together.

A brief episode

Before writing this article, someone told me that this official account of WeChat takes an emotional route, so she should write about family, friendship and love, but what did I answer at that time?

I said, can you write about food? Without love, friendship is unexpected for the time being, and there is nothing to write about family. But when the green onion agreed to my request and I really started to write about food, I found that food and emotion were actually related. Every dish, like every object, is endowed with many different meanings by the person who remembers it or creates it.

I have crossed countless bridges.

Seen the clouds countless times.

Drink countless kinds of wine.

I only loved one person who was in the best age.

-Shen Congwen