My hometown cooking composition

No matter how big the world is, the smell of home and home makes it hard for us to give up. That smell is really memorable. The following is my "My Hometown Cuisine Composition" for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

My hometown cooking composition (1) "Fried shrimp", "Hangzhou beef tenderloin" and "sweet and sour pork ribs" ... which one is not deeply rooted in people's hearts and unforgettable? However, among so many delicious dishes, I like the bowl of delicious dried plum dishes in my hometown best and remember it most.

Grilled prunes are not cooked by chefs in high-end restaurants. In my hometown Cixi, everyone who can cook can cook this bowl of dried plum and barbecue.

Dried plum meat is mom's specialty. Once eaten, it is hard to forget. The taste of this dish is so good that it can always remain in the memory of the taster and is hard to erase.

Braised pork with dried plum in brown sauce is generally rotten and crispy, not to mention the taste. My mouth watered when my mother brought me a big bowl of roast pork with dried plums. The meat is reddish brown, dark in color and loose in the buttocks; Dried prunes are brown, blacker than meat, oily, shining with golden light, lined with attractive barbecue ... smell them, they are fragrant and spicy, with an unspeakable beauty and an unspeakable fragrance ... refreshing. I can't help complaining about my nose: why do you inhale so little fragrance when you are so young? ...

"Have a meal!" Mom called us. Dad and I rushed to the table, that speed! I guess, if a big bowl of meat is put at the end of the Olympic Games, maybe everyone will break the world record! Before I rushed to my seat, I picked up chopsticks and spoons faster than the Monkey King, picked up a piece of meat and sent many dried plums to my mouth. It is delicious. Meat is seven points oily, three points thin, smooth but not greasy, crisp and rotten, and dried plums are more delicious. The food is light and natural, and the meat is smooth and rich. It's really the best ...

Soon, the rice was swept away by us. Although I am full, I am still greedy. I watched prunes and roast meat ... wipe the oil off my lips. It looks like I'm still hungry, but I'm completely full. Have another piece. ...

You can't forget the prune barbecue in your hometown. All right! Hometown food!

My hometown cooking composition (2) My hometown is Suining, Hunan, which is a rich and precious land. The food in my hometown has a special flavor, which makes people have an endless aftertaste.

My hometown dish, commonly known as bacon. On holidays, I will go to my grandfather's house, and every time my grandfather will fry my favorite bacon. To make bacon, you should first make a hole in the meat with a knife, put it on with a rope and hang it on the beam. Below is a stove. The fire in the stove is strong, so that the smoke can be used to bacon. After a few months, when the meat turns black, the bacon is ready. Stir-fry bacon, first put the bacon in the fire, rinse it, stir-fry for a few minutes, then add salt and pepper, and the meat will be fried.

Bite down, the oil in the meat will splash out, and the meat will be thin and smooth, just like a fairyland. Chew a few times, and the meat will have a strong spicy taste, and it will be spicy and fragrant when mixed with oil. When swallowed, the aftertaste in the mouth will be memorable. Grandma said, "Don't just look at the taste, but also think about the truth."

I thought: yes, bacon looks ugly, but it's so delicious, doesn't it mean not to judge a book by its cover? It suffers from fire and fireworks all the time, which makes it taste so good. What about our lives? How many difficulties have I encountered along the way? Bacon gave me the courage to move on. He told me that the sunshine is always after the storm, so don't be afraid of difficulties and dangers, but exercise yourself in difficulties. When you break through many difficulties, you will surely shine with your own unique brilliance.

My hometown cooking composition (3) There is a faint fragrance in my memory, which is the taste of missing.

I am deeply concerned about my hometown food, and I have tried cooking many times, but I can't simulate the taste after all! Years of living in a different place seems to have been forgotten, but it has also added a little nostalgia. In the gloom, the familiar smell seems to linger in my heart.

"Grandma, give me another bite. Is there anything else? " "Why not get more?" This is the most familiar life scene when I was a child. Several children stared at the bowl of fish cake in grandma's hand, clamoring for grandma to put a bite in her mouth. This has also become the main course of the wedding banquet, and adults and children have a special liking for it and never tire of eating it. Fish cake is a very popular dish in my hometown, which is perfect in color, flavor and impeccable. Its main material comes from fresh fish. Grandma said, "the essence of fish makes fish cake delicious." Obvious caution in material selection. The temperature of this stew is also a profound knowledge. "Good food depends on this heat!" This is also grandma's old experience in making for many years.

Today, grandma is still tough, and the technology of making fish cakes is even more obvious. On holidays, her old man always cooks fish cakes with his own hands, and even fills the whole fresh-keeping box. I hope that children who work in other places can taste their hometown dishes and become addicted to them immediately after they come back. Grandma came from the last century. She has experienced social unrest and always cherishes every opportunity to cook. This may come from the unusual experience of the elderly!

With my family living in a different place for many years, I still can't forget this hometown dish, even if it is no more delicious, perhaps it stems from the unique emotion in my heart. So every time I have a chance to go back to my hometown, I always seize the opportunity to eat. Even if it is only a few short weeks, I still enjoy it, and the beauty is in my heart. Dad went back to his hometown this Spring Festival. When he came, grandma just stuffed three bags of small dishes from his hometown, which was 100 Jin, but dad still got up the courage to bring them over, and his heart was full of warmth. Eating fresh fish cakes filled my heart with joy. "It is a kind of happiness to still taste the food in my hometown in different places." This is my deepest feeling. The warmth of happiness in my heart is surging in my blood, and I seem to see the old man's gratified and satisfied heart in the delicious fish cake.

There is a strange smell in the fragrant air, which is called missing.

My hometown cooking composition (4) I haven't tasted the fish noodles in my hometown for a long time, but the memory of love has always been in my heart. I know, it's always by my side watching over me. Vaguely, I tasted the warmth. ...

Looking back on childhood, scenes of the past seem to have happened yesterday.

I remember when I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house. At that time, my parents were anxious to go out to start a business, and I was placed at my grandmother's house at the age of seven. Grandma loves me very much and always cooks something delicious for me. In the chapter of memory, it seems that what she does most is to influence the fish noodles in my hometown.

That winter, it snowed heavily for almost the whole winter, and every household closed its doors. Grandma and I nest by the fire every day. When we have dinner, my grandmother always brings a bowl of hot fish noodles. Even if it is like this every day, I am not bored. I just have some doubts in my heart. "Grandma, does mom have this kind of fish noodles?" Grandma always smiled kindly, caressed my tender little hand gently and said slowly, "Your mother works far away, and this fish noodle is only available here." Well, it has special significance. "So, I always pursed my confused mouth. With a bit of childishness, I listened carefully to her continue to say, "Fish noodles are our authentic dishes here. They curl up layer by layer and spread out in strips, just like a thread. On the one hand, we support our hometown, and on the other hand, we support the hearts of relatives who have left home. "Looking at the unusual fish noodles in front of me, I can't help but salute them. After careful tasting, the aftertaste between the tip of the tongue and the teeth is unforgettable. Although it does not have a gorgeous coat, the beige color really makes people feel warm. No wonder it's an authentic dish in our land of fish and rice? It turns out that it is made of fish as raw material, with a little meat foam and starch, and after a series of processing, it is made into strip fish noodles.

I don't know why, but I have tasted this thing for many years and never cared. At this moment, I am full of longing and joy. I don't know what I said to my grandmother. So I have been clamoring for grandma to cook some fish noodles regularly to satisfy my desire for exploration.

The changes in winter are really hard to predict. A series of snowy days suddenly turned into heavy rain, and the paths in the fields were flooded by rain. At this time, only the silence of ice remained in the originally bare wilderness. I was walking home from school alone, and my empty mind was surrounded by a lonely and cold atmosphere. I became nervous. My shoes were all wet by the rain, but I ignored them. Because I know it's still a long way to go home. No matter how sad I am, I always have to go by myself.

One step, two steps, three steps, one step forward is really difficult. The road is slippery and my heart is particularly heavy. The line of sight in front seems to capture a figure, vaguely, swaying, slowly, getting closer and closer. This figure is too familiar, I'm not sure. Looking closer, it turned out to be grandma. Her lips trembled slightly, and the wind waved her two locks of hair and swept her red ears. She curled up slightly, obviously stumbling, but kept alternating clumsy steps, watching the cold wind engulf her thin grandmother, and the soil attached to the rain followed her shoes. The rain of love mixed with distressed tears flowed into my mouth until it was sweet to my fiery heart. I know it's love.

In the storm, grandma and I snuggled up and walked to a small eaves to shelter from the rain. At this time, I discovered that there was a small thermos bottle under my grandmother's dark black coat. My grandmother took it and opened it. A warm smell of fish noodles came to my nose, and grandma unfolded her locked eyebrows. He said happily, "Fortunately, it's not cold yet. Eat quickly. It's really raining hard! " "Then she cut her messy hair with rough hands and blocked the falling rain in front of me with her dark black coat. Holding steaming fish noodles in his hand, tears of love overflowed his eyes before he swallowed them. Grandma saw that I didn't say anything, wiped the tears in the corner of her eyes with her hand and told me to eat while it was hot. I held back my heart and wolfed down the fish noodles with tears in my eyes. At this moment, my heart can't hold any impurities except sweetness and emotion.

Finally, I watched grandma's back leave at the school gate. At the moment I returned to the classroom, something flashed through my mind. The small bridge to be crossed on the way home is too small. Rain will erode the sticky mud at the bridge head, and the bridge will be soaked in water, so it is impossible to walk. ...

I quickly ran out of the classroom, lost my umbrella, and let the rain flying all over the sky beat my aching heart, desperate to run to the road with my grandmother. ...

Today, I am a mature girl who exudes bookish spirit. In retrospect, I was a little touching.

I haven't tried fish noodles in my hometown for a long time, but the taste of love seems to stay in my heart. I seem to understand grandma's words, because I already feel that the fish noodles are tightly tied to my missing heart.

The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves she loves. Memories, but I can only play them over and over again with my memory. She has gone a long way, but the taste of love has never faded.

And whenever it rains, I will sit in front of the window, and the rain from afar will fall on me, but at this time, no one will give me shelter from the wind and rain. I know, I want to be brave and face the countless raindrops of life alone. I don't know if she can hear my inner strong cry, but I think she must feel my full love. Because she once touched me with love and taught me how to love.

Perhaps, she has been silently praying for me on the other side of the day. Perhaps, she has been with me, or she is still saying, "Try more fish noodles in my hometown!" " "

Yes, I should go back to my hometown and try some fish noodles that I will remember for a lifetime.