Essay on pig blood tofu prose

18 June 17, hanging out all day, I was so tired when I got home at five o'clock. I'm going to take a nap in bed and then eat. As a result, I accidentally overslept and woke up at seven or eight. Look aimlessly when you are hungry. I didn't order dinner, but I surrendered when I saw the name of pig blood tofu.

Probably in elementary school, I went to play with my neighbor's friends one morning. They are still eating, and it is this pig blood tofu that mothers eat around the pot.

Stand by and wait for her by the window of the yard. The golden sun shone through the window, and there were mottled tree shadows. The pig's blood tofu on the plate is red and white, dotted with chopped green onion, and the steamed bread just out of the pot is talking and laughing, which reminds me that this is probably the best food in the world when I was a child.

Before that, my impression was that pig blood was a pot of bloody leftovers beside the meat stall. I never knew that pig blood could be made into such a delicious dish.

Grandma always refuses to cook pork tofu for me, saying, "There is nothing to eat in pig blood." From beginning to end, grandma never made me pig blood tofu. After a long time, I learned from my aunt that grandma didn't like to eat pig blood and felt it smelled fishy. Only then did I realize the difficulties behind grandma's flashing expression in recent years.

Later, there was no pig blood in the south China thousands of miles away, but I met a bowl of duck blood vermicelli, which I liked very much. When eating duck blood vermicelli, I always like to pick out the duck blood and eat it first. The soft QQ with duck blood slipped down my throat into my stomach. I can drink a mouthful of duck blood vermicelli soup from the bowl, and the satisfaction goes straight from my stomach to my heart.

There was a time when I knew I could add duck blood to mala Tang. Take-away food for a few days, called mala Tang, not spicy, just to eat duck blood, until the corners of the mouth catch fire.

I wonder if I ate too much spicy duck blood? After that, I didn't order duck blood again, and suddenly I lost interest in duck blood and couldn't eat it at all. I tried to order it once, but I couldn't taste it anyway.

Eating pig blood again should be the Spring Festival this year. After eating the pig blood tofu soup made at home, I became interested in duck blood and pig blood again.

During this time, I occasionally order duck blood mala Tang, and I also order duck blood vermicelli soup when I go out to eat. The satisfaction brought by that food has returned.

On such a quiet night, eating pig blood tofu with steamed bread and TV series is like going back to that sunny morning, watching friends and their families talking and laughing around the kitchen table outside the window, eating and chatting, and it feels too dazzling.

When I was very young, my grandfather was strict. The family rule in our family is to stand like a statue, sit like a statue, and do not require a grin or a skirt, but girls must be like girls. There is absolutely no way to imagine the scene of a family eating together around a pot, talking and laughing.

I never knew my family could be so free and easy. My family has always given me the feeling that adults are adults and children are children, which are distinct and inviolable.

I think this is probably the reason why I have been obsessed with this pig blood tofu. The first impression is great, and the warm and casual atmosphere between the family is really desirable; Coupled with good taste, it gradually became a habit, a part of memory, and an instinct to miss home.