Only love and delicious food can’t be let down in this world!

I have recently been reading the book "Chinese Food Culture" by Hu Zishan, which is very interesting. The book introduces food anecdotes, legends, allusions and other contents about Chinese dishes. Reading is like swimming in the long river of Chinese delicacies, which makes your mouth water every time.

In this world, only love and food cannot be let down. Love has already been let down too much, and food cannot be let down anymore. That’s right, you can never tire of fine food and fine food.

A saint is like this, how can he be so mediocre?

At this moment, the delicacies I have tasted are like angels falling into the world, reflected in front of my eyes.

The taste buds hidden deep in the heart, mixed with the people and things in the memories, unconsciously swirl in the mind, full of interesting things.

1. Cardamom years, the first memory on the tip of the tongue

The first memory deep in the back of everyone’s tongue seems to come from the taste of mother’s cooking.

When I was young, I always liked to lean next to my mother in the kitchen and watch her cook. While watching her meticulous preparation of food, I would laugh and chat with her.

Chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork stewed with vermicelli, shrimp dumplings, ground delicacies, steamed buns, silkworm chrysalises, red sausages, and sticky bean buns all became my favorite foods under my mother’s skillful hands. The ingredients are so fine that I feel the fragrance lingering on my lips and teeth after having a full meal.

Although the three meals a day in those small moments are not a gourmet meal, they are actually a strong taste of home.

My mother knows my taste bud preferences better than anyone else. She doesn’t ask questions. All her care and love are done in a quiet way. She doesn’t even need me to order any dishes or nag her. She warned her.

She knows whether I like carrots, green peppers, cabbage, and fungus. She also knows whether I like sour, spicy, or sweet food.

She just needs to hear that familiar sentence: "Mom, I'm hungry." After a while, her favorite aroma will waft out of the kitchen.

People are like this, they often don’t know the blessings when they are in the midst of blessings, like me.

When I was a child, I didn’t understand the hard work my parents had to do to prepare the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea at home. I was young and ignorant, and either the vegetables were too salty or the soup was too bland. My mother always listened patiently to me as a "family member". Great Foodie"'s suggestions, and we strive to improve again and again.

For more than twenty years, I have never left home hungry, nor have I come home to an empty table after a busy day.

The only exception is when I make an appointment with my friends to go out for a big meal in advance. Before leaving home, I usually say: "Mom, I have a dinner date today, so I won't go home to eat."

She would smile and nod. When I was putting on my shoes and about to go out, she still didn’t forget to tell me, “Eat less meat outside and less junk food with additives...”

No matter what setbacks, tests or unsolvable problems you encounter outside, when you see your mother at home and the table of carefully cooked hometown dishes, you will feel that there is nothing you can’t handle in life. Hom.

In fact, the seemingly ordinary three meals a day may invisibly give us many potential philosophies of life - eat this meal well and live a good day!

< p> Later I left my hometown and became farther and farther away, but the taste of those few mother’s specialty dishes became clearer and more important in my memory.

Sometimes I think about it, the food at home is no longer limited to the category of delicious or not.

When I traveled to the city many years later, I ordered hometown dishes at the restaurant table, opened the lid, and smelled the familiar smell. The first thing I felt was not that I wanted to eat, but that I missed home.

Because it is the smell of home, the memory of childhood, the beautiful and gentle figure of my mother wearing a pure white apron embroidered with silk embroidery.

The visual perception of a certain period of time and the detailed reminiscence of a certain scene are just a way for us to gain happy realizations as we grow up. This is how we miss our mother’s home cooking. Bar.

2. Youth that has not passed away, pure taste buds

If I were to pick out a frozen time point from my memories, it would be my college years, especially those with taste buds. Memory is the purest recollection I have in those mixed years.

I believe that those students who have lived in college have an unforgettable menu in their minds!

An egg burger that’s crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, a spicy grilled cold noodle with delicious flavor, and a steaming bowl of white fungus, snow pear and wolfberry soup can easily remind us of our youth. feelings.

Although those foods are so ordinary, for me, they are a nostalgia from the tip of my tongue to the tip of my heart.

Although I always complain about the cafeteria, now that I think about it, the campus delicacies soaked in memories have become my unique complex that "is on the tip of my tongue and is on the tip of my heart."

The final exam of my sophomore year had just ended, and my classmates and I went out for a late-night snack.

Behind the university, there is a lively food street called "Xuefu Si Dao Street", which is also commonly known as a late-night snack street. Even if it is close to the early morning, it is still brightly lit.

We, a group of more than a dozen people, either had skewers and draft beer, or had steaming hot pot and herbal tea.

We especially like to go to a restaurant. The owner of the restaurant is a man from Shandong. He is straightforward and honest, and speaks a strong dialect. We often sit under the outdoor umbrella with orange light bulbs hanging at the door of his restaurant. , eating, drinking and chatting all night long.

Order a few signature dishes, a bowl of old Beijing fried belly with thick sesame sauce, and various small jars of local delicacies. Just the smell is enough to tempt you. The aroma is fragrant, so order whatever you want and it's guaranteed to be delicious.

At that time, I often teased him and said to him half-jokingly, "Boss, your five elements must be water, and your fortune in catering is so good."

Boss After listening to this, I felt as if I had met a noble person who gave me some advice. I couldn't hide the joy on my face. 40% off, delicious and affordable, our group will definitely be repeat customers.

Think that was back in 2013.

One day a few years later, when I unexpectedly discovered that the restaurant had disappeared on that street as if it had evaporated, I was extremely sad.

Later, through the recommendation of a friend, I really tasted the unchanging taste again. When I saw the smiling face of the Shandong boss, I almost shed tears.

It’s not pretentious or anything else, it’s just that time passes by in a daze, and a long-lost thing suddenly appears in front of me. The feeling is like being slightly drunk after drinking alcohol.

The memories of my college days are like opening a dusty box, and all kinds of feelings emerge, reminding me all the time, what is the happiness called "lost and found".

3. After reminiscing, pick up the past self

There are flowers in spring and moon in autumn. Time seems to be stationary, but in fact it is moving forward rapidly.

We think we are omnipotent, but it is difficult to keep the unbridled flow of time. Because of this, memories are so precious and make people reluctant to part with them, not only the years, but also the taste.

The delicacies that once lingered between our lips and on the tip of our tongues hide our past, those beautiful but irreversible times, and the relatives and friends who accompany us.

The most valuable thing is the everlasting flavor that condenses deep in our hearts. The nostalgia that is unique to us still has the warmth and ironing of the sun.

We continue to accompany us as we move forward, intertwining and circling in the orbit of life, which is long, far-reaching, and lasting.

Even in a dream, it is a world full of warmth and love.