The taste of the year in memory-making rice cakes

As I grow older, I miss the taste of childhood.

There is no condition to spend more money, but there is a lot of happiness.

Before New Year's Eve, adults have already made preparations for the New Year. The warmest memory is playing rice cakes.

Play rice cakes. Probably when the children are on winter vacation. At that time, the winter vacation was put on early, which seemed to be the first half of the year, unlike the Chinese New Year when the winter vacation is put on now. Each family washed the glutinous rice, dried it, ground it into powder and laid it in bamboo plaques. Playing rice cakes is generally a cooperation between several companies, and I like playing rice cakes in my home best. Aunt first came with a bag of glutinous rice flour to help wash it; Uncle uncle carried the bamboo plaque, grandma came, and the new wife came. There are many exciting things, talking and laughing, and flirting with everything. Children like to be lively.

In the afternoon, two earthen stoves were cleaned and fire-resistant firewood was fully prepared. Several tall wooden steamers, clean white gauze and stone mortar were cleaned over and over again with two round mallets. The cleaning plate is usually replaced by removing the door panel and cleaning it. These things are pieced together. For example, my family only has a stone mortar mallet, and my uncle has a wooden barrel steamer. Everyone moves everything that every family needs to use together, which is a bit of a "* * *" economy now. Stone mortar is not easy to move, and rice cakes are often played at home. Well, I was really proud to have a stone mortar at home at that time.

Make the best use of everything and make the best use of people. It takes a strong man to beat the rice cake with a hammer. The glutinous rice flour is steamed thoroughly in a steamer and poured into a stone mortar. It is steaming, but it is still loose powder cake. These people waved their mallets and beat them. You hit them, I hit them, and the loose dough sticks together, sticky. Put a cool bucket next to it, hit it a few times, and someone put his hand into the cold water and quickly turned the dough over. Keep fighting. It looks like a mallet. It looks very chic. I can clearly remember that I didn't have the strength to shake it a few times, and I was tired of playing rice cakes.

Because the mallet is slow, the strong men hit it directly with their fists, with bare arms, and exerted their strength in the hot air until the dough was kneaded into a ball and elastic. Take it on a long table, knead it into a cylindrical strip, flatten it and smooth it. Then cut it easily with a cotton thread and cut a small piece of rice cake at the top for our children to taste. Uncle seems to be an artist at this time, so he must cut every piece of rice cake handsome and of the same size. Some people help to move the rice cake into the prepared bamboo plaque. Be careful, or it will be deformed. Let it cool and harden before moving. The main family will also put a red dot on each rice cake while it is hot, often as a gift.

Grandpa lit the fire. Grandpa is a hothead, but it is strange that every time he lights a rice cake, he is always slow and takes care of the heat. Grandpa chopped the firewood a few days ago, dried it and piled it under the porch behind my house, like a hill. Reflecting the red stove fire, I always feel that Grandpa is the kindest and kindest at this moment. For fear that we will not digest the rice cakes after eating too much, Grandpa will bake some sweet potatoes and taro for us to eat.

I don't know why, the new year cake is particularly delicious. It's waxy, a little sweet and a little fragrant. Every time I leave the steamer and make a bucket of rice cakes, everyone present will taste a small piece and say, "It's delicious." It's not ideal, it's really delicious.

Later, when the machine made rice cakes, I saw one rice cake after another coming out of the machine and eating it while it was hot, but I couldn't taste the handmade rice cakes. I no longer miss rice cakes recently. Laozi said: "Five-color blindness, five-tone deafness, tasteless and refreshing." I had dinner at the hotel the day before yesterday and yesterday. Seafood, mutton, spicy boiled fish ... so far, there is nothing in my mouth.

Perhaps it was the lack of materials at that time, the lack of food, and the taste was not as bad as it is now; Perhaps the glutinous rice flour was particularly fragrant at that time, and the original rice cake was memorable; Perhaps it is such a lively and happy atmosphere, and everything you eat is fragrant. Now, where can I find such delicious rice cakes?

Playing rice cakes is the warmest memory in winter.