Family banquet prose

Banquet has long been a communication medium for me who has been selling for many years. But for me, family dinner is a memory, but also a feeling. It has been four years since my father died, and I miss that family dinner very much. That dinner made me feel warmer and more precious with my father's memory.

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The New Year's Eve dinner in my mind will always stay on the New Year's Eve when my parents are alive. No matter how the years change and the scene changes, I always look forward to the family dinner when I was a child.

In fact, family dinners in those days could not be called banquets. Think about it, it's a little shabby, simple and bitter. At that time, I needed tickets for everything, and I couldn't even buy meat for the New Year. Children are looking forward to the New Year with meat, lucky money and new clothes, and then they are all looking forward to the New Year. Children's hopes and longings are often difficult for adults to boil. Every time I hear mom and dad discussing how to save money on cloth tickets, I can make the same clothes and pants for my sister, which can save a foot of cloth. My brother's clothes are the same cloth as my father's clothes or pants, which saves cloth. My parents really racked their brains because they don't want to lose our brothers and sisters and look shabby at the New Year's Eve dinner. It's hard to buy meat, and you can't save a meat ticket. Usually, when children grow up, they can't catch up with the monthly meat stamps. What about the Spring Festival? Adults are very annoyed.

At that time, my mother began to save meat tickets two months in advance, and she could only concentrate on buying ten pounds of meat during the New Year. My father did it very carefully. Eat by yourself and entertain guests during the New Year. For those of us who haven't eaten meat for two months, when guests come, they are often arranged at the children's table. There are only a few simple cooking dishes, but my father's steamed meat bowl is not. We three brothers and sisters also have the most shameful guests, married with children, coming to my house for dinner. The guests ate so slick that we drooled over my father's steaming bowl, and there was none. This is simply destroying our young hearts. But there are times when I am happy, that is, I follow my parents to visit other people's homes. That good thing is often not mine and my sister's. My parents often take my brother with them.

When I was in junior high school, my sister Li Qin, who lived in the first two rows of our house, got married. Her son-in-law Ronaldinho works in a meat joint company. Ronaldinho often comes to chat with his father. He said to his father: "The price of pigs in the water is low, and many people will not do it. In the past two years, there have been more people who want to make an appointment. " Father ordered a pig head and a pair of pigs in advance, including pig heart, pig liver and pig intestines. Father packed up early and made it well, and the New Year's Eve dinner would be colorful.

The reason why I miss my father's New Year's Eve and family dinner is really a masterpiece of my father's deep love and love for life.

During the Chinese New Year, my father will go back to his hometown two weeks in advance to pack things and buy things. As soon as he takes annual leave, he will take his family back to his ancestral home, which is very large and close to relatives' homes, making it easy to walk around. He prepared a steamer and gravy in his ancestral home, which was very particular. Relatives will go to the ancestral home to pay a New Year call to their parents. Father will plan to cook in advance, and he will cook braised pork and steamed vegetables in advance.

Braised pork should be cleaned first, and his procedures for handling pig intestines are complicated. The first step is to turn the intestines over and clean them several times to remove the stolen goods from the pig intestines. The second step is rubbing and washing with edible alkali; Thirdly, rubbing and washing with vinegar; Step four, wipe it clean and rinse it with white wine; The fifth process uses green onions, cuts them into small pieces, rubs them repeatedly with pig intestines and marinates them for half an hour. At this time, my father will wash his hands, smoke, drink tea and say some household words to make the home more lively. After half an hour, he will repeatedly rub, clean and rinse the intestines. Then put the pig intestines in the basket to control the water.

After plucking, cleaning and processing the pig's head, he chopped it into two pieces with an axe, then took out his precious marinade jar, poured it into the pot, added a new seasoning bag, added salt and water, and put it into the pig's head, pig's heart and pig's intestines one by one to start marinating. Look at him adding wood blocks to the firewood stove. The red fire reflects his face, which is particularly peaceful and satisfying. I have never insisted on watching the whole process of braised pork. I don't know how long it took him to fish out the large intestine and how long it will continue to cease fire.

When I woke up the next day, I saw the delicious pig intestines, pig hearts and pig mouths cooked in the basin, and the delicious pig's head meat was still soaked in the gravy. Pig liver is not marinated, but is usually sliced raw and fried with kimchi.

Braised pork is ready, and he intends to steam vegetables. It's not unusual for me to cook him steamed meat, crispy meat and braised pork with plum vegetables. I pay special attention to watching him cook eight-treasure rice. Many years later, I found that his eight-treasure rice and Meilin eight-treasure rice were of the same grade. I especially like this dish.

He first cut pig suet into particles, then put it in a small bowl, steamed it in water, steamed it into liquid and took it out for later use; Soak the washed glutinous rice, put it in a pot, heat it slightly, take a proper amount of steamed big oil and melt it in the glutinous rice; Put the soaked dates, peanuts, almonds and sugar at the bottom of the steaming bowl; Then put the glutinous rice into the bowl. Cage steaming. Of course, he usually steams seven or eight bowls, as well as other steamed dishes, each with a layer. He steams in a one-time cage for five hours, uncovers the lid, cools the layers separately, and then closes the steamer.

After steaming the bowl, most of Dad's New Year's Eve dinner will be over. When relatives come, they just need temporary vegetarian dishes, cold dishes and stir-fried dishes, which are in good order. His overall arrangement ability in the kitchen was also taught by our brother and sister. Up to now, if I cook, let my husband buy food, or buy food myself, I am used to making a shopping list. Convenient and quick.

My father was very handsome in the kitchen at that time. He wears a long apron and has slender fingers, and he is very artistic when handling ingredients. My father is an excellent swordsman. In his hands, every kind of raw material, silk, chips and blocks, is cut into a very stylish shape. He separated the cut plates. He made a reasonable overall arrangement and was busy in the kitchen. He cooked a good table, smoked cigarettes and drank tea. Tell a joke; In the kitchen, he moves neatly, pays attention to the process, and is good at cutting, cooking, setting and decorating. His dishes are very restaurant-like. Every time I see him chopping, patting and cutting neatly, I wonder: are these hands for writing and drawing? My father's cooking completely masks my mother's clumsiness in life. It was not until middle age that I realized that my father was really interesting.

I am a child who knows his father best, probably because of my eldest daughter. Some of my father's worries have been nagging since I was ignorant. I have always thought that he is a person with a high degree of emotional intelligence and IQ. Good literary talent; Strong political consciousness, insist on reading "Reference News" all the year round, and do not make mistakes; Neighborhood relations are harmonious; In the family, he is young and has a high position, but he has a way of doing things and is deeply loved by his people.

My father is very clever. He will do many things by himself. Not only will he do what he has no reason to do, but he will do it well. Like cooking. At home, my mother usually cooks. My mother's cooking is edible at best, but it's not delicious. But my father, who cooks well, never complains and usually eats with relish. I haven't learned this. I can't stand my husband's poor cooking. I'm still in pain, but I can go to a restaurant for dinner. It was during the holiday that my father gave us a chance to cook a good table.

At an ordinary family dinner, my father would cook the rice first, then boil the half-cooked rice and put it in the cooking basket, and then cut the stir-fry and side dishes when stewing. After stewing, stir fry, steam the rice into the pot, and then cool the vegetarian and meat dishes.

Father's dishes should be simple, first beautiful and second delicious. The beauty and expectation of life are in every dish piled with love.

No matter what the festival is, the New Year's Eve dinner will be divided into high and low, and the New Year's Eve dinner will be held when all family members are around, and the whole family will get together to enjoy the delicious food cooked by their father.

Looking at father's proud face, mother's happy face, children's hungry eyes, admiring father's elegant opening of the bottle, pouring him and mother a glass of white wine, saying a few words of encouragement to us, and then setting off. The fun and happiness in that poor day were all at the family dinner at that table.

Family dinner, the family dinner at that time, is gone forever for me, and it has long been a feeling.

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The experience of crossing the Qinling Mountains in heavy snow and rushing home for New Year's Eve dinner is also a thrilling and enduring memory.

I clearly remember that before 2003, the dry Guanzhong Plain was cold and there was no snow shadow at all. Our family of three, for the first time, excitedly drove their cars home for the New Year, and didn't pay attention to the meteorological conditions in the Qinling Mountains. We entered the Qinling Mountains along the 108 national road, slowly climbed over the Zhouzhi boundary, and snowflakes began to float. The deeper the snow, the thicker the snow. By the time we reached the land ridge, the highest peak in the Qinling Mountains, the road was already full of traffic and turned into a skating road, the mountain of the Qinling Mountains. As white as a fairy tale world.

At the foot of Tudiling Mountain, I had a rest. My husband took the snow chains out of the trunk when he bought a car. I wondered, at this time, I happened to drive a big truck with a snow chain. A circle of snow chains is thicker than a human thumb. When I walked past, I tinkled out a wide and deep snow chain. My husband looked at the rut on the road and put the snow chain in the trunk. He said, "the snow chain of the car has little effect. I can only follow the rut of the cart carefully. We don't install snow chains, and it is very troublesome to take them down. "

My husband let us get on the bus. He carefully walked on the outside front and rear wheels in the rut of the cart, and the cart bumped. After a while, it slipped out of the rut of the cart, and my nervous heart jumped and my eyes closed. I opened my eyes again when the rear wheel returned to the rut of the cart.

When I got down to Tudiling, my daughter suddenly jumped up and down behind me and shouted happily, "Look! Look! Giant panda! " Oh, I was so scared that I quickly stopped her from jumping: "Stop jumping! Little ancestor! We are now crossing the highest peak of the Qinling Mountains, jumping off the car and losing our lives. " Daughter obediently sat down, unwilling to lie in the back window watching. ...

After driving carefully for a long time with the sound of hitchhiking, we turned countless zigzag mountain roads and carefully missed three or four cars coming from the opposite side. Finally, our car safely descended to the foot of Tudiling Mountain on the other side of Foping. I quickly asked my husband to park the car on the side of the road. I stood on the ground and took a few deep breaths. My heart is still tugging, my legs are still shaking and weak. I looked back at the snowy peaks and undulating mountain roads in Rabbit Ridge, and vowed never to cross the Qinling Mountains in snowy days again. To know how many heroes there are, even people and cars have turned into snowy mountain peaks, which makes people sigh.

When I got off the ridge, the "ridge" pressed on my heart rolled down. Running all the way, two hours later than expected, came home, saw her sister and brother who had been busy with the New Year's Eve dinner, and looked at her kind father. All the obstacles in Qinling Mountain were forgotten without a trace. It's not easy for the whole family to raise a glass to celebrate the New Year.

We didn't return to Xianyang until the TV station reported that the snow and ice in Rabbit Ridge melted and opened to traffic smoothly.

After Jiang Mei Highway was opened to traffic in 2005, we took a detour from Meixian to Qinling Mountains along the water. Although it is a detour, the road is flat. Just more twists and turns. At least there is not such a tense peak.

Take Xibao Expressway, get off at Meixian Expressway, cross Meixian Bridge and walk south along the bank of Shishi River Reservoir in Meixian County, only to find that there are so many "smart people". Too many drivers go that way. When there is a traffic jam, the big truck can't see the end. On New Year's Eve, 2005, there was a traffic jam for five hours. We are so hungry that we don't even want to eat the non-staple food I prepared. Later, we ate steamed sweet potatoes sold by local people and instant noodles sold with boiled water bottles. The car arrived at the section of Baohe ancient plank road, and it was already dark. It took the mountain road on the bank of Baohe Reservoir, crossed Hanzhong from the northwest corner to the southeast corner, and got home. My dad took his family to eat rice skin to pad his stomach, and he was still waiting for us to come back for dinner. Shooting didn't start until after 9: 00.

After the opening of the Western Han Expressway in September 2007, the situation was much better. As long as we miss the rush hour, it will be much faster to return to Hanzhong. It only takes four and a half hours to go home, which is much more comfortable. When we got back to Xi 'an, there were only two brief traffic jams. It's much easier for relatives to get together. There are more opportunities for family dinners. Rape blossoms and sometimes returns; In summer, I will return to Bai Zi Summer Resort in Liuba. Relatives will go back if there are red and white things at home; May day, 1 1, go back if you have nothing to do. Eating with my father gives me more opportunities to chat.

I remember my father's New Year's Eve dinner, which was very ceremonial. When all the family members arrive, stir-fry hot dishes, set the table, shoot guns, and raise a glass together to celebrate the New Year and the happiness of the whole family. Father smiled calmly and rationally, opened the bottle gracefully and poured the wine. I will always remember my father's opening of the bottle, and elegance is the best description. He doesn't like the younger generation doing it for him. It seems that the wine he pours out bottle by bottle is the most mellow and can bless the family happiness for a long time.

It was a wonderful memory. He sat at the top of the table, like a baby at home, leisurely, methodical and unambiguous.

Let sisters and brothers nourish their feelings and enjoy family ties in this atmosphere. My father has been dead for four years. Up to now, our brother and sister are deeply in love, helping each other and caring for each other. We really love each other, both in heart and in form. I always find opportunities to get together for dinner, drinking, chatting and going to my parents' graves. Comfort parents, we are United, we are all fine. This is the example my father set for us when he was alive.

I have written many articles about my father. When the article "Dad, I will be your daughter in the next life" was published in the United States, a male netizen sent me a small note that said, "The thing I regret most in my life is that I don't have a daughter with good writing! Write about my excellent father! What a pity! "

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My younger brothers and sisters always thought that I came out of school very early, but I didn't go back to Hanzhong after graduation, and I didn't learn to cook a few hometown dishes. After my mother and father died one after another, I was no longer worried about cooking alone. Alas, the children at home are all educated by their fathers. I believe fireworks are happy, and I am no exception. Whenever I don't travel, my biggest hobby is to stay at home and learn to cook. In fact, my cooking has long blended the tastes of the north and the south, and I have made great progress on the basis of my hometown dishes.

After my father's death, as the eldest in the family, I have the responsibility to inherit my father's family banquet feelings, warm the hearts of my family and unite and help each other forever. I am responsible for arranging the main family dinner affairs. I have been boasting that I want to show something to my brother and sister and cook a table with my own hands, but I have never had a chance. When I go home for the New Year, I have to visit my elders and meet my parents. I don't have time to show them anything. My brother and sister came to Xianyang several times. I was often too busy to go into the kitchen and often ate in restaurants, so my brother and sister took it for granted that I couldn't cook. It doesn't really matter.

I went home in a hurry these two years, and my sister and brother both gave birth to a second child. The children are young and time is tight. I suggest going to a restaurant for dinner. Before the Spring Festival, I had already ordered food at the familiar Hanzhong Hotel. The time for ordering food was either New Year's Eve or the third day of the first month (I miss the time when my second brother-in-law went back to her mother's house), and the number of family dinners was increasing. My sister and brother have two more children, and my second aunt's only son has been added to the family of three. Mom is gone, and his second aunt is the closest relative. The only son is closer to us and takes care of each other like a younger brother. His second aunt and cousin are very happy.

Every time my brother and sister toast each other and laugh loudly, I am very pleased and quietly say to my father, "Dad, don't worry, our brother and sister are United and happy!" " "Suddenly tears welled up in my eyes, and the family dinner was really happy!