When the big collective, sweet potato is the staple food, people have more than half a year to eat are related to sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, dried sweet potatoes, sweet potato noodle nests, ever-changing, eat the stomach straight out of the acid water, but sweet potatoes also have its essence, that is, sweet potato starch made of vermicelli, in people's hearts can be called delicious food.
As soon as the mid-winter came, it was a good time to get down sweet potato noodles, and every time at this time, the craftsmanship inherited from my grandfather came into play, and there was a large cauldron on the temporary pot table in the production team's big field, and the fiery firewood in the pot road was burning, and when the water in the cauldron began to boil, the father took off the cotton jacket sharply, rolled up his sleeve high, held up the powder scoop made of gourds in his left hand, and rhythmically bumped his left wrist with his right hand above the smoking cauldron. So the flour batter full of scoops flows evenly into the pot through the leaks and becomes vermicelli. The hand-laidman quickly fished out of the pot, cut it out of the appropriate length, dressed it with a wooden stick, and hung it on the shelf of the large field, and in a short while the vermicelli froze and became hard.
At this time, a large group of our frozen and shivering children will gather around, runny nose, swallowing saliva, sweetly shouting at the adults, and the miscellaneous people will pull out their hands and fish out the broken noodles in the pot and put them in the basin, and the children will rush up, grab the noodles and stuff them into their mouths to see who can lift them loudly.
At that time, my father's handmade sweet potato noodles, the lines are uniform, there is no trace of additives, and they are smooth and smooth to eat. In particular, the pork stew noodles, picked up with chopsticks, are translucent and silky, and the shake is a little elastic.
Time passed, my father passed away, and the traditional craft of that generation of handmade vermicelli no longer exists. Today's sweet potato noodles can no longer taste the taste of childhood.
I miss my generous, hard-working and kind father, my dearest relatives!