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Tonight I bought a bun of grain rice to make a staple food.
Bun grain rice with beans flowers, red and white bacon, is delicious, the beans and beans into the red oil dipped in water roll red and white, appetite immediately opened.
Oil chili pepper dipping water must be onion, ginger, garlic, coriander, red oil, sesame MSG, millet spicy, chicken essence, salt MSG with a complete combination; squeeze the oil of the pepper should be enough, scoop a spoonful of red oil chili cover on other condiments, a layer of oil, bright red.
Steaming to make baogu rice time, or a technical word; baogu grinding noodles and water, hands can pinch the lump, and can be easily spread out as a standard, after the first steaming, has become a bun grain rice, but too hard, but also with the water steaming again, the second time and water is also more critical, the amount of water is related to the deliciousness of the bun grain rice, in the past rural married daughter-in-law, the matchmaker must ask your girlfriend will not steam the bun grain rice, the bun grain steamed well, indicating that this woman is a good hand at doing housework.
When I was a child, I ate bao grain rice, the variety of bao grain was not very good, and I was reluctant to make coarse grains, and as soon as the soup entered the bowl, the bag grain skin all floated up, and the mouth full of chaff slag ran. Especially in the months when the green and yellow did not pick up, the next meal on the table, most of the time is boiled cabbage, is growing the age of the body, an oil bead can not see, eat the heart of the spicy groove, although the water dish also hit the sauce dipped in water, but only ate the taste of bean sauce, MSG, can not eat the aroma of rice.
After a meal, my brother and I always had half of our meal left, and my father was very angry, saying that my brother and I were "sharp-billed fish with thin mouths!" ”
Eating Bun Gu Rice is only delicious when accompanied by bean blossoms and bacon, and it is delicious to take a bite of bacon, and the mouth is full of oil wrapped in the natural aroma of Bun Gu Rice. The bean blossoms dipped in red oil and water are dissolved, and animal protein and plant protein meet on the tip of the tongue, which only those who have eaten can appreciate it.
It's just that bean blossoms and bacon can't be eaten every day when I was a child, only during the New Year's Festival, spring ploughing and autumn harvest can be eaten with help, forty or fifty calibers of large wooden dumplings wrapped in grain rice, seven or eight people ate early, not late.
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Although the bun grain rice with bacon as a dish is already very good, but the children eat the rice, and then eat the bun grain rice, compared with the two compartments, the rice is always softer and sweeter than the bun grain rice.
Listen to my mother tell me that when I was four or five years old, my neighbor Zhang family was a veteran, and I ate public welfare food.
When it was time to eat, the big sister of the Zhang family would move a stool and sit at the door to eat white rice, and those children with poor family conditions would circle around her, and when they were happy, they would feed a chopstick of rice to one person. The child who was younger than her was full of worms, and the child did not understand things, and when he ran home, he had to ask his parents to make rice to eat. Where the parents came, they forced the parents to tighten, and they had to be served with sticks.
The mother said that I was also in these children, and my father was afraid that I would embarrass him, and when I saw the Zhang family sister move the stool and sit outside the door. After eating, I quickly closed the door, and I? Can't get out of the door to roll on the ground to play leprosy, soft words, hard guys can't play a role in me, crying to eat rice, I want to eat rice, the Zhang family's mother heard it, shouted across the door: Come to my house to eat rice, come to my house to eat rice, and I heard the call of people, and I tried my best to go out to the Zhang family. My father couldn't help it, so he took the rope and tied me up and hung me on the wooden stairs.
After understanding things, I also knew the Zhang family's personality.
The land has just been laid down, people regard the land as the same as life and life of the property, more land, every year can collect a few more bags of grain, more potatoes, do not underestimate this extra little, the whole family can spend the green and yellow months.
The Zhang family's garden land is close to my family's, every time the land is dug and ploughed, Aunt Zhang's hoe will cross the ditch boundary without a long eye, digging my family's land like a jagged tooth, once my father felt early, and almost fought with her in the field, or a ten thousand yuan household surnamed Hu in the village came out to help persuade it.
This Hu surname of wanyuan household, his family's land is also next to the Zhang family, once the Zhang family's mother also crossed the line to dig up the Hu family's land, was hu Wanyuan's four sons stood out and scared half to death, and then Zhang Dama learned to be obedient, and coupled with the reputation of the Hu family's ten thousand yuan household, she consciously could not provoke, and when she saw it, she hid three points.
Although there is no explicit comparison between people in the countryside, but life is difficult, it will also be laughed at by the villagers, which also explains that my father tied me to the wooden staircase in order not to let me casually ask for other people's things, although poor, but poor also have a backbone, do not need people's contemptuous charity, this is a matter of dignity and face.
By the time I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, the family's economic situation slowly improved, I could afford to buy a TV and a washing machine, and the Zhang family no longer bullied my family, but every time the family bought a home appliance, it would be her pink eye, more than a chicken scolding a dog.
When I grew up, I went to live in the city, no longer worrying about what to eat and how to eat, at this time I remembered the baogu rice made by my parents in my hometown, and the chaff smell of the baogu rice in my memory became a hard aroma.
Parents no longer cultivate land, the land in their hometown is barren, and the circulation is circulating. Can eat a meal of bun grain rice, but is enjoying the delicious, like us young people, are not willing to eat a bun of grain bean flower rice and spend a few hours to do, the market three yuan a bowl of bun grain rice, two yuan a bowl of bean flower, has been enough for a person to eat a full meal, and now buy than the hour to eat the bun grain rice is softer and sweeter.
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Now in the countryside, people no longer care about the land of the east family is dug up by the west family, as long as you have the strength and energy, those wastelands on the mountain can be planted as long as they say to the belonging party, but the reality is that the more generous, the more no one wants, the artemisia grass in the field grows taller than the people, the road up the mountain is submerged, and the empty-handed walk is afraid of being bitten by the snake.
Every time we came home, our mother would use firewood to steam a bun of rice for us in the earth stove, make a pot of beans and beans, and cook a knife of fat and lean bacon.
Before leaving, I had to search for a few pieces of bacon, fresh vegetables, garlic seedlings, green onions in the garden, almost peeled off the outer skin to wrap the grain noodles, wrap the grain fine grains, raw chicken, eggs, potatoes... They are all local specialties, and the whole trunk is stuffed with filling.
The car started, the parents had reluctance, expectations, looking forward to getting together again, my mother nagged again to teach me how to make baogu rice, and I just promised with my mouth, the procedure of making baogu rice is also very clear, but back to the city, there is less thought and time to do, and most of the baogu noodles brought are released into the garbage can.
The car has slowly driven to the mouth of the village, my parents are still following behind the car, in the face of parting, I never turn my head, if I want to go, I will simply leave, the girl who married out spilled the water, or can't stand the gentle mood of leaving.
On the ground, I was half-sided, my head sticking out of the window, of course, they were still looking at the village entrance, my parents waved in my direction, looked quietly, and my heart was tightened again, for a long time; the figure of the second old man in the mirror was getting smaller and smaller, and I raised the window glass.