Hometown cuisine: What you eat is not taste, but memory-the most delicious taste in the world is youth.

Hometown cuisine: What you eat is not taste, but memory-the most delicious taste in the world is youth. Wherever you go, people can always find the specialties of their hometown. Although it is not the taste in memory, it is still a good place to listen to homesickness and local accent.

Whether it's Xiaoyao Town hot soup or Laotongguan Chinese hamburger; Whether it's Shaxian snack or Beiwudu hot soup; Whether it is Daoxiao Noodles in Shanxi or Regan Noodles in Hubei; Whether it is Shaanxi mutton paomo or Huimian Noodles, Henan; Whether it is Sichuan hot pot or Beijing Zhajiang Noodles; Whether it's Lamian Noodles in Lanzhou or Xiaomian in Chongqing ... people don't eat brands, but only taste the memories of their hometown and experience the youth they can't go back to.

In fact, taste is not the key to memory, but the environmental atmosphere is. The most beautiful taste of hometown is to be in it, just like going back to the past. The most delicious thing in the world is youth. Every flower, every leaf has feelings, a tea and a meal, for a lifetime.

In the early 1980s, rural areas were still short of materials, and food was generally grown by themselves. When I was a child, specifically before the second half of the second grade of primary school, I spent it at my grandmother's house. My grandmother cooked the most delicious onion noodles. The noodles are made by grandma herself. They are very strong and finely cut. There are only leeks in the clear soup noodles. Simple, but delicious. Decades later, my grandmother died, and that smell is only in my memory. The only thing I can't get over is that I wasn't there when my grandmother left. Occasionally eat a bowl of green vegetable noodles from Shaxian snack to comfort.

My mother is not good at cooking. Many meals are not to my taste. Maybe it's because I'm picky about food I was always hungry when I was a child. But it still has an unforgettable taste. Noodles in soup is one of my dislikes, while noodles in garlic are ok. I still love cold noodles, especially beef cold noodles in Lamian Noodles. My hometown doesn't produce rice, and I don't like rice very much. The only thing I like is steamed bread, of course, not because cooking is delicious, but because pickles are delicious. What mom cooks delicious is the taste of pickles. Garlic moss, mashed garlic, cucumber, pickles (shredded mustard, shredded acne), soy sauce, watermelon sauce ... these are all unrepeatable flavors.

Steamed vegetable soup-the daily life of northerners, steamed vegetable soup in the morning, steamed vegetable soup at noon, steamed vegetable soup at night, and even steamed vegetable soup for three meals a day in some places. The steamed vegetable soup has no taste and no sense of existence. There seems to be nothing wrong with eating or not, and there seems to be something wrong with not eating. It seems that the taste of mother has always been there, and there is no sense of existence at all; I have been working hard and have the least sense of value; I have been giving, and I have no sense of gain. Mom-a person who has devoted her life silently, is also a person who has the least sense of existence and is most easily overlooked.

Shredded pork noodles, simple food, are never found. When I was a child, noodle soup made by my mother was always one of my favorite foods. Being picky about food is a reckless habit in an era of extreme material scarcity. Once, probably during the summer vacation, perhaps the only time, my father and I walked around an unknown roadside and ate a bowl of shredded pork noodles. The taste is hard to say, and the delicious taste still bothers me. For many years, I have tasted countless bowls of shredded pork noodles in my hometown or other places, and the unspeakable taste seems to be unique and can't be found anymore. This may be some memories of my father.

Children like watching CCTV's "Taste" very much, and it's cute to have saliva on their faces. What's the best taste in the world? Happiness is just three meals a day. Eating breakfast leisurely, not in a hurry, is a kind of happiness. It is a happy state to wake up naturally and have a pleasant breakfast without worrying about being late for work. It is also a kind of happiness to have a quiet lunch without being disturbed at any time. The complexity of work can get a moment of peace at lunch, and it is also a happy feeling without the urging of customers and the nagging of superiors. It is also a kind of happiness to eat as you like, without making noise or making trouble. Children can study quietly, family members can sleep happily, and not being rejected is also a happy atmosphere. Life is full of hardships, and it is difficult to have three meals a day regularly.

There is a dish in everyone's heart, and there is also youth that can't go back. The taste of hometown is not only the taste, but also the past. Whether it is ups and downs, or happiness and sweetness, this is the taste of youth.