Tell me about childhood food.

My elders always say that I don't remember anything, and I don't remember most of the things when I was a child, but I still remember the delicious food in those days of scarcity.

? Wafer cookies: The first time I ate wafer cookies, I was completely shocked. I don't want to bite down, but carefully open it layer by layer, slowly add it with my tongue and savor it. Isn't it a little disgusting? Don't worry, there are more disgusting things behind. At that time, in my grandparents' old house, my mother staggered and picked a bucket of water and poured it into the jar. I stood by and enjoyed licking the chocolate on it, secretly sighing that I was so happy.

Brewed chocolate: probably the age when I ate a rock sugar in the second and third grades. Suddenly, a kind of chocolate wrapped in all kinds of glittering tin foil appeared. I took a bite, and a stream of sugar water mixed with the spicy taste of wine flowed into my mouth. The novel satisfaction is beyond words. When my friends and I were running and playing on the threshing floor, I seemed to have the whole world.

Popcorn and long flower cores. Popcorn gives people not too much impression, not bad, but the process of popping rice. I'm really scared. I also have the courage to watch it with my friends. I was excited, scared, looking forward to the explosion, and my ears were half closed. I was finally frightened by the loud noise. Long flower core is true love, until now I don't know what to call it in Mandarin. It is understandable that Changhuaxin uses dialect. In our dialect, sunflower is called long flower. Sunflower poles are thick and strong, with white hollow pulp inside, and long flower hearts are like that. The production process of long flower heart is much more comfortable. As long as three or five kilograms of rice and one or two yuan of processing fees, you can fill the snakeskin bag and go home. Usually, people come to the village once every once in a while, driving tractors and processing equipment, and then leave after work. If once our parents don't deal with it when we are away, we go home and see other people's homes carrying bags excitedly, and our friends proudly put long flower hearts on each finger, saying it's a nine-yin white bone claw, which is really a torment.

Summer popsicles have to be mentioned. In the afternoon, I was forced to take a nap in bed by adults, but my eyes turned and my ears pricked up. Just wait for the sound of "Popsicle, Banana Bean Paste Popsicle", turn over and find a wife to get money. The popsicle seller pushes a bicycle with an incubator tied to the back seat. There are only two kinds of popsicles, one is banana and the other is bean paste. At that time, the friends all practiced a skill, and they could accurately judge the position with the sound of selling popsicles. Take the money and fly there. When you get there, you will find that both the rich and the poor are following bicycles. The rich are addicted to their mouths and the poor are addicted to their eyes. One day many years later, I saw a little boy licking a soft pedal popsicle named "Green Tongue". I seem to see myself intoxicated with popsicles when I was a child. Later, there was painted ice cream produced by Hefei Yongkang Food Factory (my grandfather retired from this factory, and my uncle and aunt also worked in this factory). Compared with the painted face, the banana bean paste has become a floating cloud, which is the real ice milk. When menstruation comes back, he often tells us the pictures of milk powder in the workshop being poured into the equipment to make ice cream. At that time, there was an internal price, and my uncle would take a whole box of ice cream home. As I remember, my brother once ate more than a dozen ice creams in half a box, and then ran to the sun trembling after eating.

Yongkang food factory also has a famous brand of good things, phoenix biscuits. In fact, it has no brand, and we have never seen the packaging bag. There is a phoenix on one side of the biscuit, so it is called Phoenix biscuit. During the Spring Festival, there is always a big bag at home, which always looks like a dozen or twenty kilograms. Crispy, with a strong milk flavor, you can't stop eating. Mother was afraid that we were greedy, so she ate them all and hid them firmly. Over the years, I have always admired my mother's ability to hide things. In such a big place at home, she can magically hide those foods in front of your eyes, and you can't find them. So I can only secretly play some tricks, such as groaning my stomach, taking medicine to get rid of illness when I have phoenix cookies, or trying to show myself, such as asking for washing dishes or running errands for rewards. In a word, the milk smell of Phoenix cookies is delicious in my memory. Now, occasionally smelling cookies will briefly remind me of that time, but there is no crisp rustling feeling at the entrance.

? As a retired master of Yongkang Factory, Grandpa's specialty is popcorn. At that time, every family would make snacks during the New Year, but no one was more particular than grandpa. From raw materials such as glutinous rice, peanuts, sesame seeds, sugar, maltose and sweet potatoes to tools, fine sand, nets, iron pots, pressing templates and sugar cutters, they are all carefully selected or made with great efforts. In short, the rice is crispy, not too sweet and greasy, and very satisfying. No one can smell that except grandpa.

We also have a rustic gourmet, grandma. Grandma always adds half a ladle of water to cook at noon every day. When the water boiled, she left a big bowl of rice soup. Because there are many people in the family, the rice soup left over from a large pot of rice is particularly strong. Add some sugar and dry it on the stove. We usually go to the side and wait for a drink after hearing grandma's bellows. After eating, grandma will spread the leftover rice in a big pot, add slow fire and make a thin crispy rice. When she comes out of the pot, she will sprinkle a layer of white sugar, which will turn into sugar water on the hot rice crust, making people greedy. Grandma scooped up the rice crust, dipped her hand into the casserole and dipped it in water, making it a rice crust ball. My brother and I held it in our hands and went to school happily.

When I was in primary school, with pocket money, I could go to the school cafeteria occasionally with the permission of adults. But at that time, the canteen was no different from the shopping mall now. At ordinary times, we could only swallow our saliva and shop in the window. Or the grandmother sitting on the steps outside the classroom with a bamboo basket in a nearby village is more grounded. The old woman has a big skeleton. Now think about it, it's about 180. Sitting on the steps is like a big haystack piled high in everyone's house. So everyone called her haystack. The bamboo basket of the haystack is not big, but it is as magical as Doraemon's pocket. Most of them are sunflower seeds, all kinds of spiced cream, maltose and boiled chestnuts. Melon seeds are not weighed and bagged, but measured with small, medium and small handless wine glasses. Small cup 1 wool, medium cup 1 wool, large cup 20 wool. You were really nervous when you watched her take out a small glass and scoop it down. You pray to dig deeper. When the melon seeds are scooped up, I will hold hands to pick them up. At this time, if I accidentally drop a few into the bamboo basket, I will regret it for a long time. Maltose is also not weighed. Later, all the maltose sellers I saw knocked down a piece of weight to sell, and the maltose in the haystack was made into cakes of different sizes, which we called white sugar cakes. The small one is a dime, and the big one is a dime (or the small one is a dime, I can't remember). Everyone said it was made by a big haystack at home, and some even saw her shaking her nose and pinching the cake. So we frowned here, and the picture of making a cake passed by her basket. When we had money, we gave it to her casually to exchange it for that disgusting white sugar cake. Later, the business of the haystack expanded, with one basket selling snacks and the other selling drinks. It was a noon in early summer, and my aunt bought a bag of orange soda and put it in a gourd-shaped plastic bag. Huang Chengcheng's is particularly beautiful. Cut open the gourd mouth and take a breath. The haystack saw it and said, can I try yours? I hesitated for a long time and handed it to her. At the moment when she opened her mouth to suck, I remembered the picture of her pinching the cake. Besides, I watched Huang Chengcheng's orange juice being drunk by her. I was very angry. I couldn't slap myself. It turned out that the haystack didn't really like soda, and soon her basket was full of colorful and different shapes of soda.

I have to mention sour plum powder. Eating while walking on the way to school is the happiest time. I can't bear to eat a small bag of fifty cents. Tear open a small mouth, take out the plastic spoon inside and put a spoon in it. It's mouth watering, sour and sweet. After eating, I want to tear open the bag and lick it in it, then lick it on my finger, remembering the last trace of sour and refreshing, so happy! That's not all. The spoon that collects sour plum powder is the happiest. At that time, a lot of spoons with different colors and shapes were collected. There are cartoon character series, knife, fork, sword, halberd, axe, hook and fork series, and dragon, snake, horse and sheep zodiac series. Friends get together to show off and are very proud.

Sour plum powder is a daily welfare and a luxurious annual gift. That's the black cat sheriff's lollipop in the canteen at the entrance of xiaoyaojin. Every Spring Festival, I beg my father to buy five for everyone. I remember it very clearly. Thirty-seven cents each. It's much bigger than the lollipop on campus, and it looks good, with a strong milk flavor. The key point is the wrapped candy paper, which is very big, as big as a book, with a black cat sheriff in the middle and stripes of different colors around it. Candy paper is neatly sandwiched in the book like a baby, and I show it off to my friends when I get the chance.

? There are many fierce names, such as shit candy, horse meat, donkey meat, tiger meat and Tang monk meat, which are also irresistible delicacies.

? These delicacies contain our care, hours of light and little luck, which warmed us at that time and childhood memories when we grew up.