Father's wild vegetable prose

Visiting a circle of friends, I came across an article introducing local wild vegetables, which knocked over the laundry list of memories and reminded me of my father's wild vegetables.

When I was a child, my mother raised two pigs and a group of chickens and ducks every year to subsidize the family. There was little food at that time, and it was not easy to feed a family. Where can there be extra food to feed them? Their staple food can only be weeds and wild vegetables. So I waited for my father to get off work when I was very young, and then followed him to dig wild vegetables in the fields, feed pigs, chickens and ducks, and feed people. I have been going to wild vegetables every day since the early spring, and I have been digging until the old autumn, and I can't see the green in the field anymore. It was at that time that I got to know many wild weeds and wild vegetables in my hometown, and I knew which ones were edible and which ones were poisonous.

Father likes chicory best. Under the warm sun in March, the chicory has just grown two or three leaves, and the red and green palms on the ground are stretched out, which is the most tender time. Mother picked out the chicory from the wild vegetables I dug, washed it, chopped it carefully, mixed it with a small piece of tofu, scooped up two or three spoonfuls of homemade bean paste, and mixed it with a large pot to eat. The family munched on vegetables and drank especially sweet corn porridge. Only I put a little in my mouth with the tip of chopsticks, slapped it twice, and then opened my mouth and shouted, "Mom, it's bitter!" " "Whenever this happens, my father will say fiercely," What's the matter? When the melons and vegetables are changed, I will dig wild vegetables in the field in winter and use bran to make noodles and steamed bread when I go home. That is bitter! " I dare not make any more noise. Mom coaxed me to eat, too.

The poverty of life made me sensible too early, and I gradually liked the taste of wild vegetables. Besides sonchus, we often eat dandelion, grey vegetables, amaranth, purslane and so on. None of these dishes are so bitter. It's not delicious, but it's not hard to swallow. My favorite food is elm, which is the seed of elm. Green elm is sweet and delicious. You can eat it directly, or you can mix it with tortilla and fry it in eggs (but at that time, I couldn't bear to eat eggs). My mother is an expert in cooking. Everything is delicious. Up to now, I still can't imagine the taste of steamed bread with dried vegetables that my father often mentions.

With the improvement of living standards, wild vegetables are no longer the main characters on the table, but they are fresh every time, so we should try them. My father said that he ate a bad stomach when he was young and never wanted to touch the edge of wild vegetables again.

After his retirement, my father enjoyed his retirement life, reading, writing and chatting every day, and hardly participated in physical labor and physical exercise. His body is getting fat quietly and his constitution is getting worse and worse. My family and friends advised my father to go out more, but he agreed, but refused to take his legs and feet.

In the spring of 2004, I was pregnant and couldn't move, so I became the key protection object at home for some time. One day I chatted with my mother and mentioned the big elm tree in the yard when I was a child. Every spring, my brother would climb a tree to save money and ask my mother to put up a cake. Mom said, "Why? Want to eat? " I smiled and sighed. My father, who was studying in the room, put down his book, carried a basket and left the yard silently. My mother and I want to know what my father did. Dad came back before cooking dinner. To my surprise, he was carrying half a basket of money in his hand. On that day, the family sat together and ate Yu Qian's cake sweetly. Besides satisfying their appetite, they were deeply moved. Although my father is a man who loves to laugh and talk, he has never said the word "love" to us. It turns out that he is an "activist"!

After discovering this, I began to ask my father without restraint under the pretext of busy work: "Dad, I want to eat dandelion." "Dad, dig some purslane and fry it tomorrow." "Dad, the Sophora japonica is in bloom. Can we have a Sophora japonica jiaozi?" Every time my father gives everything he wants. The main reason why I did this was to let my father go out and practice his legs and feet.

I always eat wild vegetables dug by my father, and at the same time ask him about the knowledge I learned from the Internet, such as dandelion clearing away heat and toxic materials, reducing swelling and resolving hard mass, purslane diminishing inflammation and toxic materials, diuresis and lowering blood sugar, and grey vegetables preventing cancer and so on. I found that my father became more and more interested in wild vegetables. He often consults books and studies the efficacy of various wild vegetables. When you have nothing to do, you go to the fields to dig wild vegetables, not only to eat them fresh, but also to dry them and store them for a rainy day. My mother always complains to me that all the wild vegetables at home are flooded. I comforted my mother that he seldom went out to exercise.

Father is seventy-five years old this year. Although he looks hale and hearty, after all, he is old, and I don't trust him to go a long way alone. I said to my father, "Dad, don't dig wild vegetables this year. We are all fed up. " My father looked at me reproachfully and said, "Who told me the benefits of eating wild vegetables? You have to eat when you are full. Isn't it better than taking medicine when you are sick? " "You are old, I am not worried about you going out alone?" "Don't worry, or exercise! You are busy at work, and if I don't go, you won't be able to eat fresh vegetables! "

Dandelion will break ground again, so I will show off while eating dandelion jiaozi: It's good to have a father!