Late-night love story: thinking about pancake fruit

Late at night, sitting in front of the computer, my stomach is empty.

Pancake fruit, I suddenly think of you

I have loved pancake fruit since I was a child. At that time, there were no friends who filled the streets with canned eggs, cakes and cold noodles. There are also few vendors who make pancake fruit. For me, it is no less than the children in foreign cartoons. It is a luxury and happiness for our children to see colorful take-away ice cream trucks coming slowly.

Choose the best position, stand on tiptoe and watch the master spread pancakes intently, for fear of missing any step.

Pour the prepared batter on the shiny black iron plate and put it on the surface with a magical T-shaped wooden gadget. A twist of the wrist, a skilled turn, a thin big cake spread out on the plate instantly, then spread out an egg and sprinkle with chopped green onion and sesame seeds. What an attractive color scheme!

At this point, the bread has been basically formed, and it is easy to tilt up by gently lifting the edge of the cake with a small shovel. At this time, the master sent the shovel to the bottom of the cake, raised his wrist to pry up the bread, lifted the curtain, and quickly turned it over. With a flick of his wrist, it made a muffled sound, and the cake skin was covered on the iron plate without bias.

Brush with sweet and spicy sauce, wrap with lettuce, ham and fried dough sticks, and finally divide it into two parts with a shovel and bag it. The delicious pancake fruit is baked.

The mobile stalls sleeping in the wind can't hide the great wisdom of China people in making pasta. The "twisting, turning, lifting and turning" of the wrist is a step-by-step process, which makes our children amazed. We also cherish the pancake fruit when we eat it.

When I grew up, my parents were busy with work and didn't have time to cook in the morning, so I stuffed a few dollars. But often because it is too late, when I am hungry to have a break, I can only buy some pasta through the railing to satisfy my hunger.

Steamed bread, steamed stuffed bun and pancake fruit are scattered around the railing. At that time, the school grass I secretly loved bought buns every time, so I gave up my favorite pancake fruit against my will and bought buns instead. Occasionally, I secretly glance at the school grass, and when I see two steamed buns in my hand, I will show my eyes that great minds think alike. Unfortunately, the school grass likes the school flower, and the love of steamed stuffed bun has never happened to me.

Later, people went to Beijing and rented an old building in Xidan, Beijing. Every day when they go to work, they will pass a window stall selling pancake fruit. The pancake fruit in Beijing has really seen the world.

First of all, there are many kinds of batter, including white flour, corn flour, mung bean flour and black bean flour. The iron plate for pancakes is also very big. The most special thing is that it is very crisp, and the soft glutinous flour cake is accompanied by crunchy crispness. While eating, they rushed to the Beijing subway without the end of the universe.

Although the pancake fruit in my hand is the top in ingredients, size and content, and exudes the noble temperament of "pancake fruit" in Beijing, I can't eat the delicacy and simplicity when I was a child.

Later, people came to a small town to settle down. I remember a snowy day, I couldn't get a taxi, so I had to walk home hungry, one foot deep and one foot shallow. I passed a spaghetti stall that was still open. Between egg filling cake and pancake fruit, I did not hesitate to choose the pancake fruit that I hadn't eaten for many years, and swallowed the hot and delicious pancake fruit in one gulp, which instantly warmed my frozen body. ......

Later, when I looked for the taste of snowy pancake fruit again, I found that the same shop could no longer eat the taste, so the aftertaste was always fixed in my heart. ...

Pancake fruit, whether you were a child or you on a snowy day, I miss you very much.