My mother's taste

From birth to birth, the first person I saw in this world was my mother, and the first delicious meal I ate was to snuggle in my mother's arms happily and suck her sweet milk, which was a pure and unique mother's taste; The happiness and warmth in my mother's arms and the taste of my mother have been planted in my heart.

When I was a toddler, my mother taught me nursery rhymes and some patriotic old songs over and over again in an ordinary voice, and even my parents laughed their heads off. My mother's songs are the best to listen to. They are my mother's taste and have unique sound quality and timbre. Every time my mother feeds me the first bite of batter. That kind of delicious food seems to be yesterday.

As long as I can remember, my mother has been busy with three meals a day for the whole family. The food she cooked was not delicious, and there was nothing exquisite. She just fried a plate of tofu, a plate of scrambled eggs with green peppers and a bowl of rice, which made the whole family satisfied.

Mom's cooking is not so superb. She uses the simplest ingredients, the most common frying and frying, and sometimes even makes them in a hurry. But it is these ordinary smells that quietly weave our lives. This is the smell of mother.

The older you get, the more nostalgic you get. Every family reunion, class reunion, all kinds of festive atmosphere, the temptation of food is indispensable. When the indispensable rich food appeared on the dining table, my wandering thoughts returned to my hometown in my heart, parked in the warm harbor at home, looking for my mother's long-lost figure and the unique taste that I will never forget. ...

The steamed dumplings made by my mother are thin and strong, and the stuffing is fragrant but not greasy. Until now, the steamed zongzi still makes my mouth water, as if the family were sitting around the kang along the mountain, and my mother's laughter still echoed in my ears.

I remember when I was in primary school in the countryside, my father worked in an enterprise and was away from home all the year round. All the farm work in the family is supported by my mother alone. I still remember the pumpkin cake my mother made for us. Round, the size of a bowl, soft and sweet in my mouth for a long time. My mother is not only elegant and intellectual, but also very good at cooking. Cooking Laba porridge, pancakes, fried fish noodles, dough twists, noodles, and jiaozi, all the food at home is particularly delicate. Everything my mother cooks is delicious. My mother is ingenious, and simple tea and vegetarian rice are also a table with special flavor after her careful preparation. Eating the rice cooked by her mother is a great happiness and an endless enjoyment.

Mother cooked a table full of dishes in the kitchen during the holiday! Jiaozi, usually wrapped by my mother, smells delicious when cooked in a pot. The family sat together and put jiaozi in his mouth. The skin is soft and stuffed, fat but not greasy, and it tastes just right! That is simply the best food, the smell of fireworks! From small to large, every time I return to my familiar home, I can smell the unique taste of my mother's food, which is with me day and night, and I can't forget it every year. Mom is gone, but her smell will remain in my memory forever!

I have tried many times to cook delicious food cooked by my mother, but I can't make any original flavor. I've traveled all over Qian Shan, and how many famous places I eat, and all kinds of delicious food in major hotels, but I can't find my mother's taste. In fact, it's not that other people's food is delicious, but that I'm used to my mother's taste. She's gone, and there's no smell of mom in the world anymore! Because I only have one mother! Her taste will stay in my taste forever! It will never disappear. What can stay in the child's memory for the longest time is the smell of the mother. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons change, what remains unchanged is the taste that I miss more and more, which is fragrant and lasting! The aftertaste is long, as long as you touch it again, distant memories will be awakened by taste buds, which is the magic of taste. Among the many smells, I'm afraid that what everyone misses most is the smell of mother.

Mother always shows endless care and love for us. No matter which child wants to go home, you will always prepare a table for us to enjoy. You will always remember your child's taste, and there will always be our favorite braised pork at the dinner table! Scrambled eggs with green peppers, fried tofu with green peppers, roast beef with potatoes, and jiaozi with leeks ... Last Dragon Boat Festival, you personally cooked us a festive meal with chicken, duck and fish, which was delicious and delicious-that's the taste that mom tried her best to make.

I believe this is the most beautiful taste in the world. Even if you don't add oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, every dish can always give off a sweet and delicious taste. In fact, the taste of mother is the taste of love for children without regrets! As long as the chef has this mentality, the dishes he makes naturally have this taste!

The taste of the tip of the tongue is unforgettable, and what is more unforgettable than the taste on the tip of the tongue is the taste left in the heart. That's the smell of mother. The longer the years, the stronger the taste. A mother who can cook is the color of a happy family, supporting a warm harbor of the family. Her mother's meals are constantly innovating 365 days a year, and coarse grains are carefully cooked, sweet and salty. Her mother is so careful, how can the child not feel happy and happy? Don't like the smell of mom? The whole world can't find the taste of mother, nor can it taste the delicious food cooked by mother. But the smell of my mother has penetrated into my heart and blended into my blood. No one can replace it. The smell of my mother still lingers between my lips and teeth, unique and permanent. ...

It is said that maternal love is the warmest, most selfless and greatest! Yes, my mother worked hard for us all her life, but as children, we got nothing in return. I think that only when we meet all kinds of people can we know our mother's intentions and know that only our mother's heart is the warmest, the truest love and the deepest!

I miss when my mother was alive, the family got together, ate the snacks made by my mother, and talked and laughed. I think that era is gone forever! I miss the smell of my mother! Although we still can't name the snacks cooked by my mother, they have become a warm memory in our later life. ...