Who cooks in your family?

In our family, my mother is the main cook, and my mother is the best cook. The home-cooked food is delicious.

The kitchen is my mother's world. We grew up eating her cooking, and my mother was very happy every time she watched the family sit around and eat together. I remember two delicious dishes cooked by my mother best.

The first kind: stewed ribs.

Mom won't do it now, but we often ask her for advice when cooking. Mom is happy to share her cooking experience. Every time I say, "You must be careful when cooking. If you think about the people who eat, you can make the food delicious and nutritious. "

It is the hardworking mother who makes us understand with examples: for a family, every meal and every dish is a deep love and affection!

I think I can answer this question completely, because I am not at home all the year round, and I have fewer opportunities to eat at home after work. So every time I go home, I eat at home most of the time, and the holiday is longer, about a month, and I cook most of the time. No way, who let us be filial to our children, haha!

Because when I work outside, I get up early in the morning. At that time, I told my mother to let me sleep in at home, you cook in the morning, and then I'll do it at noon and evening. My mother is also considerate of me, so she said that every morning after cooking, she would wake me up for dinner.

Eating at home in the morning is relatively simple, usually cooking porridge, eating steamed bread, frying two dishes and boiling an egg. Later, I saw that my mother cooked very hard, so I bought her a Jiuyang five-grain automatic soymilk machine. Soymilk machine can put all kinds of beans and grains, and its products are also very nutritious.

Call at noon and night, I cook! I definitely want to do better. At home, you basically do whatever you have at home and don't do anything special. Since every time is a common thing, I can always feel different. My mother praised me several times.

Come and show my work to my friends.

Because my hometown is rural, some fruits and vegetables are planted in rural yards. This is pumpkin flowers. As you should know, pumpkins just bloom without fruit, and the result is that they don't bloom. Pumpkin flowers was all on that shelf, which was a pity for me, so I made an egg paste, washed it in pumpkin flowers, wrapped it in a layer of egg paste, and then fried it. The house was full of pumpkin's unique fragrance. At that time, my mother was very happy and said that no restaurant in our village expected to eat like this. It was summer, so this dish was also made to improve the food and adjust the taste.

If you boil water at home, you still use the cauldron of this rural earthen stove, and the water you eat is still underground well water. The water pumped underground is sweet, sweet, much sweeter than Nongfu Spring!

I just bought the beef brisket, and then I bought a ceramic knife specially, saying it is grinding-free. The stewed beef brisket with tomatoes is delicious! After drinking two glasses of hot wine, have some beef brisket soup. The sober life is really great.

You can catch this cicada in summer. I wonder if you have the habit of eating there. This can still be sold for money, and it is valuable now.

Look at my bag, jiaozi. I have an appetite at first sight. My mother will roll my skin and I'll wrap it. Ha ha ha ha ha.

I planted some lotus roots in my pool.

I waited until I went back to work immediately, but it still didn't bloom. Let's cook and eat together. I picked two big leaves, bought some ribs, wrapped them in glutinous rice and steamed them in a steamer. Staple food and vegetables are available. And you don't need to put any oil in this dish. Lotus leaves and the smell of ribs throw your money back together, fat but not greasy. Very delicious! Because the lotus leaves on the steamer are very easy to clean, my mother is so happy that she has never eaten this dish. Haha, to tell the truth, I feel very fulfilled to make my mother eat so happily.

This is a steak pot specially bought from the Internet. I used this steak to fry my parents' steak, and it also has a foreign flavor.

In fact, at home, the family gets along very well, and it doesn't matter who cooks. The most important thing is that everyone must be happy. After all, I'm not married. If I get married and start a family by myself, I will definitely ask my daughter-in-law to do something less to make her happy.

I cook in our house. When I was a child, my mother always asked me for help. I cut an onion, washed a vegetable and put salt in it. It was easy to cook naturally. When we got married, we went to work and my mother-in-law cooked at home. When she comes back from work, she will eat a bowl at home and wash a bowl for cleaning. Later, I had children, and then I left home and started my life as a chef. In order to make the baby eat well, eat well and like to eat, he constantly delves into recipes and studies snacks and cakes. As the baby grows up, there are several specialties in both Chinese and western cakes and northern and southern dishes. The one in our family said; "I am enjoying my daughter!" Woman, the potential of being a mother has been tapped.

Have you developed a very strange phenomenon in the countryside? Usually my mother is busy with housework, but as long as there are guests at home, or during the Chinese New Year, my father will go into the kitchen.

Many years ago, I didn't understand what was going on. I thought it was a tradition. Almost every household in our village is the same. Usually, mom cooks, and when it comes to major festivals, dad cooks.

Later, I learned that it is not that my father cooks better than my mother, but that my father loves my mother.

Friends who have lived in the countryside before know that doing farm work is very laborious, and even the body will collapse after a long time. In particular, picking manure, hoeing and harvesting, farmers are under great physical pressure, and they bear the family.

Dad is strong and shoulders everything like sitting on a mountain.

Every time it's almost noon, my father will let my mother go home early to cook, and then the children will have food when they come back from school. While my father continued to do manual labor in the farmland. I didn't come back until the sun was shining. When I came back, I was sweating like a pig and my clothes were soaked.

Children can also have a happy meal in their mother's voice.

But when there are guests at home, parents usually go out to buy food in advance. After returning home, my mother washed and selected vegetables diligently. Dad is smoking and chatting.

When all the dishes were ready, Dad shook the cigarette rod in his hand and got up and went into the kitchen.

My mother added fire to the stove years ago. It seems that this is already the tacit understanding between the two.

Facing the relatives in the countryside, my father is busy in the kitchen, and the sound of pots and pans is like the sound of hunger, which makes people itch.

Cooking smoke brings rich food fragrance, which makes children stare at Yantai intently.

Dad looked at the children near Yantai with a simple and honest smile, and always scooped a little delicious meat from time to time and gave it to the children with saliva.

Happy.

This picture is still full of happiness in retrospect.

In fact, no matter who cooks at home, they are full of love and hard work.

This is still a tradition in our family.

Usually my mother cooks, and my father cooks when I am busy.

My husband and I cook together at my house.

In life, I often listen to friends and relatives telling stories about cooking. Most people like to cook by themselves, probably because they want to feel dominant in the kitchen, and they hate being told what to do next to them, which will affect their performance. So the common conversation in the kitchen is like this: "If you don't do it, I'll go out, and if I do it, you'll go out!" "

In fact, my husband and I have differences and contradictions on many things. Only cooking, with a very tacit understanding.

Let me show you my kitchen line.

When I was ready to start choosing vegetables, my husband had put all the vegetables and trash cans in a specific area and began to collect vegetable washing water in the basin. When I choose the dishes, I put them directly in the basin, my husband is responsible for cleaning, and I prepare cutting boards and knives. I am responsible for cutting and washing the dishes, and my husband has prepared onions, ginger, garlic, sliced meat and shrimp. He lit the fire, poured the oil, I put the chopped green onion, he stirred all kinds of ingredients, I put the seasoning, he turned the spoon, I prepared the plate, and this is the pot! He washed the pot, I cleaned it up, he served the rice, and I invited my son to eat it in one go. I heard my son say, "Delicious!" We raised our glasses to celebrate the success of cooking and felt a little ceremonial. After all, it was done with the cooperation of two people, and it was not easy without any mistakes and quarrels.

Sometimes when my husband is not at home, I will cook by myself, which is not only much slower, but also when I can't move the pot with one hand, I will miss my husband's spoon-pouring skills. The husband himself described his feeling of cooking alone: "I feel spineless."