Lu Southwest dialect miscellaneous talk - pot cake

The Chinese Dictionary's explanation of "pot cake" is "pinyin guō bing, a kind of flaky cake, harder, larger and thicker", which is more vague. The "pot cake" in the Lu southwest dialect refers to "flat round pasta cooked on the inner wall of the large pot", according to the type of noodles, it can be divided into "stick (corn) noodle pot cake", "rice noodle pot cake", "bean noodle pot cake", "sweet potato noodle pot cake", "miscellaneous noodle pot cake", "good noodle (wheat noodle) pot cake" and so on.

When I was a child, I grew up in the countryside of Southwest Lu, when I was still a production team organizing production, my family was not rich, and it was impossible to eat meat and steamed buns on weekdays. One of the meals I was deeply impressed by was on one of my mother's birthdays, when a donkey in the production team died, and the team skinned the donkey and divided the meat according to the family population. After the meat was distributed, my mother said, "I see that everyone (the dialect expression of 'others') eats donkey meat, and we eat donkey meat stewed cabbage and sticky beans and noodle pancakes every afternoon (the dialect expression of 'today')." At that time, I was young, and I only watched my father sort out the donkey meat, divide the donkey meat into several portions, take out more than one part of the afternoon to eat, and the rest was salted and kept for later eating. My mother set a fire in the kitchen, put some cottonseed oil in the pot, added ginger and large ingredients, and stir-fried the donkey meat pieces that my father had chopped. I stood by the pot and stared at the donkey meat in the pot, smelling the meat, and drooling in my mouth. "Be small, stay away, don't let the oil in the pot collapse, the meat is not yet cooked." My mother said to me as she added water to the pot and began to cook the meat. My mother began to follow the noodles in the basin, cutting the cabbage and washing the noodles. My legs were a little numb, and I asked, "Mother, not yet, should I be cooked?" Add another piece of firewood and it's almost over, look at the little, poor bastard! The mother said as she added firewood to the stove. The mother washed her hands, took a spoon in one hand, lifted the pot in the other hand (the dialect expression of 'pot lid'), and then used a spoon to mix a small piece of meat into the bowl, "This small piece is almost in the middle, the large piece is not enough, small, cold and eat." "I picked up the bowl of small pieces of meat, sat in the firewood, looked at the meat in the bowl, watched my mother add cabbage and vermicelli to the pot, added some water, and then grabbed a small piece of dough in the basin, slapped it flat in my hand, and stuck it around the pot while it was hot, and then covered it with pot and burned it again." Be small, don't hold it, you can eat it! The mother took the bowl and tore the meat in the bowl, "Eat it quickly, and when the pan cake is cooked, the dish will be in the middle." "The meal was so fragrant that I still remember it, especially when I broke the pan cake into the dish and ate it with donkey meat, cabbage, and vermicelli.

Now it is difficult to eat the pot cake pasted by the big pot, and the pot cake made with the electric cake bell is not the old taste, and I miss the big pot noodle pan cake of my childhood, which is really fragrant.