Why does sweet potato taste better than beggar chicken?

Shuttle through the streets, occasionally wafted the smell of baked sweet potatoes. The smell of sweet potato is a kind of smell with earth, which is obviously not so elegant in this colorful city. Its fragrance is simple, simple as an old farmer wearing cotton trousers and cotton-padded jacket patting the dust. Its fragrance is not pleasant herbs and wild flowers, but it also has the taste of rural fields. Smell the familiar smell while walking, as if being lured into the alley of years.

When I was a child, sweet potato was the food that farmers could fill their stomachs. This is not uncommon, but it is indispensable. Compared with now, materialistic, all kinds of eating, eating, strange eating, showing off eating, eating until you don't want to eat. In addition to exchanging duck feathers and goose feathers and toothpaste shells for two pieces of sugar, our rural babies can only play with two sweet potatoes at home to relieve their anger.

Stealing sweet potatoes from your pocket behind your back, just like a chef stealing meat in the kitchen. Chefs will have their own stoves. Two blackened red bricks and tiles are hidden in the secret place of the forest, which makes a perfect frying pan. The burning firewood raised plumes of smoke, and I already smelled the earthy smell of tile mud mixed with the aftertaste left by the last cooking, and the saliva slowly oozed from the corners of my mouth and cheeks. The knife skill is very good, and the potato chips are cut just right, even and perfect. As the temperature of the tile rises, the small potato chips slowly tilt up, just like a dancer slowly twisting his limbs with music. Turn over again and climb down. This dance is full of delicious souls. I can't wait, braved the hot mouth, potato chips jumped from tile to mouth, then from chin to palate, and then from left to right, and I swallowed them before chewing them carefully. Followed by another piece, the desire was satisfied, and the potato chips cut at the back were slowly cooked.

After the potato cake is fried, it's like holding a casino chip in your hand. Only the chips you lost and didn't win were picked up and thrown away, and all of them were lost in your mouth. Put the rest in the pockets on both sides, and slowly clean up the scene before going to school. Throw a few in your mouth on the way, put two between classes, take out two after school and share a few with your partner. It's an honor. Childhood friendship rippled in the aroma of potato chips.

Kiln is another way for children to process sweet potatoes, and the project is slightly larger. There are firewood collectors, diggers and kiln builders. It looks like a real construction team with a clear division of labor. There must be an experienced kiln owner in the middle, usually an older child to play this role. This is really a technical job. Their respective sweet potatoes are engraved with their own marks for identification. There are tarot, and there are piles together. As the clods in the kiln slowly burn red, the appetite is getting stronger and stronger. The partners talked and laughed around the burning earthen kiln, and swallowed their saliva in their mouths, waiting for the time to seal the kiln.

As the burnt charcoal was pulled out of the kiln, sweet potatoes and taro were put into the kiln, as if they were going through a closed-door cultivation in the kiln, and they would be reborn when they came out. The clods were smashed, and the high temperature of the soil gradually penetrated into the food, which stimulated an attractive fragrance, but this fragrance was temporarily buried in the clods for brewing. Next, friends often use games and hide-and-seek around the mound to pass this seemingly long and tormented wait.

Time always flies when you are happy. The stewed sweet potato is very fragrant, coming out of the soil and spreading around with the dust raised by friends running. Soon, the ripe sweet potatoes were carefully pulled out, patted the soil, separated from the flesh, and the aroma was charming. While steaming, we are not afraid of burning our hands and mouths, and everyone is around to eat first. I don't even mind eating two bites of sand occasionally, because _ sweet potatoes are originally earthy, and it seems that they are not authentic _ kiln sweet potatoes don't take sand. In an instant, there is no more delicious food in the world.

Now, I occasionally see adults taking their children to the wild or rural areas to build sweet potato kilns. They usually go there to eat chicken. The whole chicken was wrapped in tin foil and tasted delicious, and the sweet potato became a foil. They say that children should go through this process. At that time, we really didn't care about the process, just to have food and satisfy our greed, which led to the process of trying to satisfy our greed, as well as that naive childhood. Nowadays, many things say that children can experience experiences, but those who experience everything are not experiencing for the sake of experience. How do others understand the bitterness and joy, joy and sadness? At best, they only know such a thing. I don't know what their children have experienced in this process, chicken or sweet potato. It is undeniable that chicken is more delicious than sweet potato, but I think sweet potato is more memorable.