When I was a country boy, I went for a picnic. What delicious food did everyone cook?

I remember that in the early 1980s, when I was teaching in Gao 'an Middle School, I climbed two mountains with my students, including a picnic.

Climb Huolin Mountain in the south of Gao 'an first. This is a low mountain (also called Fengling), located in Heling Township. There is a small reservoir at the foot of the mountain, whose name has been forgotten. There seem to be only three things I can remember now. First, at that time, there was a big tree on the top of the mountain, which seemed to be a maple, maybe a lotus, and we were resting beside it. Secondly, according to local people, Mr. Wu, a famous contemporary physicist in China and vice president of China Academy of Sciences, is a human being. Third, He Ling is a border mountain with Gao 'an in the north and Fengcheng in the south. Looking south, you can see the villages and fields in Fengcheng.

It should be in the autumn or winter of 1985, when the students are over 50 years old. But there was no picnic this time, and everyone just brought some snacks to satisfy their hunger.

Taking students to climb the rice ridge was particularly impressive.

This miling is in the north of Gao 'an, bordering Fengxin and belonging to the southern foot of Jiuling Mountain Range. Millin is taller than He Ling, where the mountains are high and dense, and there is a road to the top. I remember a microwave station, several two-story buildings and a small yard on the mountain. On the hillside, there is a site for cutting mountains and taking stones. The bare vegetation is all granite. At that time, I thought: Did the granite in our hometown come from here?

What impressed me most about this climb was the picnic.

It rained heavily when we arrived in Mirin this morning. If we have a picnic in the rain, it will be a real trouble. Fortunately, this time we came prepared, sold the vegetables and rice first, and planned to have lunch at a student's house at the foot of the mountain.

What did you eat at this "picnic" at the student's house? Do you have money? How does it taste? I almost forgot. But some things will never be forgotten. First, the enthusiasm of the people in Gaoan Mountain area. I remember when these students and I arrived at their home, my parents greeted us and lit a long firecracker to welcome us. I was particularly moved by the heat in my heart. Second, the students' families are not rich, but they take out their own vegetables and provide us with all kinds of spices, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. The whole family takes time to take care of them and arrange lunch for me. I am especially grateful. Third, I have always kept this student in mind. His name is Shi Xinghua.

Shi Xinghua, you have been very good, and Teacher Luo has been thinking about you.

Although Millin's "picnic" has been over 30 years, it has always been fresh in my memory. It is the best memory in my heart, because of that wonderful place, because of the wonderful people in that place, because of the student I have been thinking about.

I am a child in the countryside. I like playing with my friends in the village since I was a child. When I'm not at school, I like to play in the wild. Usually we go swimming together, catch fish and shrimp, and have a picnic!

Before going on a picnic, we will plan what everyone will bring. Everyone will bring some sweet potatoes, peanuts and corn to barbecue in the field. We will also go to the river to catch fish and shrimp and cook them together. We will enjoy a wonderful picnic together.

In the 1970s, the school organized students to burn "fire, earth and mud", which gave students a greater means of "playing". It is normal to bake sweet potatoes. More boldly, they dare to "bake" cassava in other people's fields. ...

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Baked cassava:

One: maturity:

Two: the skin and core can't be eaten;

Three: a small amount:

It was during my mother's treatment in Hangzhou. On a weekend morning, my brother said to me after sorting out mats, corncob, towels and other things, "My brother will take you for a picnic today." Picnic? I still can't fully understand the 6-year-old, but I am full of curiosity and expectation.

When I arrived at the creek beach, my brother put a blanket on it and took care of me to sit down. I found a stone to build a kitchen stove and found dead leaves. When the matches crossed, a string of flames danced with the wind! My brother put the corn cob on a stick and rolled it up and down in the fire. Suddenly, the "scratching" sound echoed in the air like a beautiful melody, but then it slowly disappeared. ...

My brother took out the corn cob from the stick, blew it with his mouth and handed it to me. I can't wait to take a bite. Wow! It smells good! Much more delicious than mom's cooking at home! Looking at me like a greedy cat, my brother took out a towel and gently wiped the black beard from my mouth.

The joy of picnic and my brother's love are so unforgettable and beautiful in my memory! Scenes of the past are vivid in my mind. ...

I hope there is no disease in the world, and brother and sister will enjoy this life together!

When I was a child, I grew up in the countryside. There is too much delicious food to finish. Peanut, edamame, sweet potato, corn, etc. You can burn it together.

The most impressive thing is cooking fish. It was a weekend, and I heard that the river was pumping and it was going to dry up. Some friends and I got up early to go fishing in the river. As a result of pumping water to irrigate rice fields, the water level has dropped a lot. Several of our friends took off their shoes and walked barefoot in the river. We call this kind of fish that drills into the sand Shami Head. We stepped on it one foot at a time, feeling that stepping on a meat stick or something is a fish. Touch your head first, grab your cheeks and take it out of the water. String together with wicker. If you find fish again, put the fishing line in your mouth and touch it with your hands. This kind of fish is the best, with thorns. Everyone is very happy fishing. Before you know it, it's noon, and the harvest is not small. I'm starting to feel hungry and want to cook some fish. But no one brought matches. What should I do? Finally, I thought of a way to find the bottle and make a fire at the bottom of it. At that time, it was not known that the bottom of the bottle was equivalent to a convex lens that could condense light. I learned it from adults. Put the spotlight on some fine hay, and soon the grass began to smoke, and everyone cheered together. Start putting dry wood on the fire, and it will burn more and more brightly. In fact, cooking fish is also exquisite, and it can't be done in a smoky way. Fish cooked like that smells like smoke and is not delicious. It should be burned for a period of time and then turned into charcoal for burning or baking. When you cook fish, you don't need to gut or scale. Fish scales can protect fish from being burnt. Everyone buried some fish in the fire. Everyone else put a stick in the fish's mouth and baked it on the fire. It's up to them when they are ripe. When the fish is cooked, the fragrance permeates the shore. Take the fish out of the fire and throw it on the ground to eat. It smells good. Original, very fresh. All people's faces and hands are covered with charcoal ash, just like children. Only when you laugh can you see that your teeth are white. That kind of happiness is beyond description. I think it's much more delicious than the barbecue now. It remains deeply in my memory.

Dear friends who have lived in the countryside, what interesting childhood stories do you have? Tell them and share with us! Use these stories to awaken our childlike innocence and accompany us happily on the road full of sunset.

When we were young, we baked sweet potatoes and corn.

That's a good question When it comes to what to eat for a picnic, the most clear thing to remember is "cooking fish". Although decades have passed, my childhood memories are unforgettable and fresh in my memory.

It was still in the sixties, when the country was still poor and food was rationed. The countryside is relatively better than the city, so I often go to my grandmother's house in winter and summer vacations. Grandma lives in Songquantun, Xifeng County, Tieling City, and a mountain to the north is Zhao Benshan's hometown Lianhua Village, kaiyuan city. There is a small reservoir there. I remember my grandfather often took us to catch fish. At that time, we fished with nets made of silk thread. One day, grandpa took me with a net for hanging fish and a basket for holding fish, and walked for more than an hour. I came to the place where the reservoir meets the river, where the water is shallow and there are no waves. My grandfather put the net in the water across the river. Before I reached the other side, I saw the place where the net was hung, and the hanging fish slapped the water and turned up the waves. Grandpa kept picking fish from the basket with a fish basket. In less than two hours, the fish basket is almost full. Grandpa said, bring some dry branches and we'll make fish. I found a small pile of dry wood and had a hard time lighting the fire. I threw the fish on the ground and burned it with branches. After a while, grandpa went ashore. We took out the fish to be cooked with a stick, tore off the intestines and ate it. This primitive fragrance has never been seen before, and there is blood in the uncooked place. The father and son improved the food once, which was a good meal in that year. On the way back, I met a fish seller and sold it to them. I don't know how much my grandfather charged.

Because I caught a fish this time, I went again the next morning. I wonder if it's the wind direction. This time, we are not so lucky. We didn't catch many fish all morning, so we didn't have enough to eat.

Childhood life is really carefree, and many beautiful memories remain in my beautiful memory.

When I was a child, I was in the countryside and had no picnic. In autumn, friends stole corn from the production team, and soybeans and black beans were burned and eaten. In winter, sparrows are roasted to eat, and the school organizes activities, that is, we bring our own dry food, and everyone sits around and eats their own meals. Never heard of barbecue and other foods!

When I was a child in the countryside, I went out for a picnic with my friends and big brothers. We cooked small fish and shrimp, smoldering sweet potatoes, roasted green beans, roasted green wheat and corncob baked on the kang, which is still the best dish I have ever eaten.

Maybe I was too poor and hungry at that time, but now it seems not; Maybe at that time, there were mountains and rivers, the environment was not polluted, and the food did not contain pesticides and fertilizers. It seems not yet; Perhaps at that time, innocence, affection, childlike innocence, unity and freedom seemed to have forgotten all the pressures of survival and life or not at all. It seems that all these were the nature of childhood and adolescence, and today it should be the best mark of that era.

Take a few friends, discuss who will take the small iron pot, shovel, shovel, salt and matches at home, and then go to Xihe, sometimes to the North River, and sometimes to the Southwest River to catch small fish and shrimp together. Once some are caught, everyone will pick up dry wood and start cooking on the fire. After a while, they will see that the fish and shrimp are all cooked or eaten separately. I remember one time, I took a steel shovel of shrimp, and without waiting for the pot, we directly lit a fire and barbecued on the steel shovel. After a while, the shrimp with a red shovel, with white and tender meat, sprinkled some salt casually, and a group of dolls scrambled to eat together. Too fragrant, too fresh, too delicious! Every time I think about it, my saliva seems to flow out again.

To bake sweet potatoes, you have to pick up a lot of dry wood first. It's best to find some thick sticks of dry wood, and it's better to run as far as possible, or drill into the back of the ditch and cliff so that adults can't see it. Sweet potatoes need to be dug from the edge of public sweet potato fields. This task needs older children to complete, and it needs to be dug directly by hand, without digging the biggest or smallest. It is forbidden to dig out the sweet potato and dig it to death, and then seal the soil so that other sweet potatoes on that seedling can continue to grow. A lot of dry wood needs to be dug. Put dry firewood in the pit and light it. While burning, you can also pick up dry firewood and add it to the fire pit. Everyone can collect firewood, but the flame can't be too high. When the dry wood is burned into a large amount of charcoal, throw the sweet potato dug in the ground into the middle of charcoal and dig a hole to bury it. You can continue to collect firewood and let the fire continue to burn. Then, cover the soil around the pit with charcoal buried in sweet potatoes, or even bury it under the soil. Then you can do something else and play for a while. Finally, when I think the time is about the same as that of sweet potato in the pit, everyone will open the sweet potato together. At this time, the fragrance and sweetness of baked sweet potatoes will come to the nose, and sharing will be especially sweet for everyone to eat.

Grilled beans and roasted green wheat, dry wood is still everyone's companion to pick up firewood and make a fire. The difference is that the burning of dry wood is directly on the ground. Baked edamame has exquisite beans, cooked, dried, yellow, and full but green. Yellow string beans are cooked quickly, while green string beans are cooked slowly. You can pull the green beans off the fire while eating, and stay away from the fire, otherwise it will be too hot. The wheat must be just full but still green and yellow, and needs to be burned. Need to be tied into a target, put the head of the wheat ear on a burning fire to burn. After cooking, someone needs to take off their clothes, lay them flat on the ground, rub them with a burning target, then grab them with their hands, blow off the shells and awns with their mouths, and finally eat the roasted wheat.

After eating baked beans or wheat in the wild, a group of children's mouths, hands, faces and even necks and arms are covered with black ash from eating baked beans and wheat in the wild. A group of ridiculous partners will try to erase it, but they can't clean it. Baking corncob means taking the shell outside the corncob, burning it together, or baking it in a fire pit. The natural and tender fragrance of corn will be more delicious, sweeter and tender because it does not change its taste. Grilled corn cob is different from roasted green wheat and green beans. The corn cob often takes a long time to grow to a large size, and it is also covered with several layers of shells. More often, barbecue corn cob needs to be placed in a charcoal fire pile and buried under it. It takes a long time to eat good corn cob. However, the corn cob baked in this way will not be dirty even if the outer shell is burnt black, especially the corn baked in this way is far better than the corn cob grilled in the market now, and the grain in the past has not been sprayed with pesticides and fertilizers. In a word, I think the small fish and shrimp, sweet potatoes, edamame, steamed dumplings, and grilled corncob in the countryside when I was a child are really more delicious than these now.

When I was a country boy, I went for a picnic. What delicious food did everyone cook?

At the picnic, we cooked delicious food such as roasted sweet potato, roasted corn, roasted peanuts, barbecue, roast chicken and grilled fish.

Speaking of picnics, the real picnic when I was a child was the first day of junior high school. Shortly after the National Day, the weather was neither too cold nor too hot. More than 50 people in our class chartered a car and went to the reservoir near his home for a picnic under the leadership of the class teacher.

There was nothing to eat at that time, unlike going out for a picnic now. You can buy all kinds of prepared food for barbecue in the supermarket, which is convenient, simple and delicious.

At that time, we went to the teacher's house first, and moved a sack of sweet potatoes, half a bag of peanuts, a few Jin of corn, a few Jin of chopped meat, and a few killed chickens.

We chose a place with flat terrain and shallow water, and built several stoves with stones in groups. Then I picked up a lot of dry branches on the nearby mountain and baked something together.

Female students are responsible for putting on peanuts, corn and meat with bamboo sticks already prepared, and making them into peanut skewers, corn skewers and kebabs. Male students are responsible for cooking sweet potatoes, roast chicken and those skewers.

At that time, the water in the reservoir was very clear, and there were many fish in it, mostly grass carp and carp. After greeting the village head, the teacher took the boys in the class to catch some big and fat grass carp in shallow water. So we had the first firewood grilled fish.

After working for several hours, all the food was baked and we began to have lunch.

Baked sweet potatoes, roasted corn, roasted peanuts, barbecue, roast chicken and grilled fish filled three folding tables.

Because of the limited conditions, many foods look ugly, but for many people, this is a more formal picnic in their lives and the first time they bake something to eat. Whether it looks good or not, it feels delicious and meaningful.

Actually, going out for a picnic and eating is a trivial matter. The most important thing is to feel the atmosphere of the picnic. Everyone can unite and help each other, use their brains and stand on their own two feet.