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Today is the first business day of 2022. In the new year, you must also be eager to start a new life and try many new possibilities.
Many people excitedly throw away old clothes and furniture, wanting to "leave the old and welcome the new". But I went to my friend @convincing's house and found that she still had last year's mooncakes in her refrigerator, and she couldn't eat them for a long time.
She said she was reluctant to throw it. "The mooncake was given by my mother. There is very little time to go home, but open the refrigerator and feel your mother's love. ”
There are many such young people. In the new year, they must keep what is very precious to themselves.
I opened an "Exhibition of Unfree Food" and invited some young people to show the unfree food they hid and the stories behind them.
- The food has passed its shelf life, ugly and unpalatable. A bit like your most precious thing.
They don't look pretty, they're not good in the secular sense. But we live by the love behind these things.
The last 5 white cucumbers on the balcony, long hair and reluctant to throw.
Before leaving home, I told my mother: If you have time, remember to send me some white cucumbers from my hometown.
Received the courier message, arrived at the station to take a look: Oh! Exactly two large boxes, ten pounds of white cucumbers!
——My mother sent WeChat to me: Your father thinks that the supermarket is not fresh, and personally went down to the greenhouse to pick ten pounds for you.
I ate wildly while giving it away, and finally let go of a few ghett heartache: this is the taste of home.
The salted fish in the fridge that had been frozen for a year was getting saltier and saltier. I took it and braised it with pork belly, it still tasted good, and I could make two large bowls of rice.
My brother and sister-in-law make it herself every New Year's Day, filling a bag that can hold 50 kilograms of rice and "forcing" me to take it away.
Now they realize that pickled products are unhealthy. My sister-in-law called and said: Only one fish will be prepared for you this year.
- Just one, 10 pounds.
My mother sent me sauerkraut when I was pregnant, and now the child is one and a half years old, and there are two small bags in the refrigerator.
I can't go home during pregnancy because of the epidemic, but I want to eat sauerkraut made by my mother. I had to scratch my heart and scratch my liver, call and cry with my mother.
The next day, she received an urgent courier, a few packets of sauerkraut that she had made herself and had plasticized.
After the birth of my daughter, my mother rushed to take care of her, especially attentive.
I used to think that my mother was partial to my brother, and after leaving home, I found that I had always been my mother's baby, and I would never be absent at key moments.
The fried lotus box that was not fresh in the refrigerator, my mother and I did not throw it.
In the past, my parents used to quarrel. My father spilled a pot of hot porridge on the ground and said, "Why do you eat the food I made?"
The following year, he didn't go home for the New Year. Chinese New Year's Eve, my mother and I were busy with the family store until 11:30 p.m.
When she got home, she couldn't lift her arms, but she made a plate of my favorite fried lotus box.
A dozen. She didn't touch it either, and only ate the remaining lotus strips.
I also complained in my heart: Why are other people's children so relaxed, I have to be so sensible and tired? But at that moment I knew my mother had tried her best.
Lotus strips and lotus boxes, we are reluctant to eat them all at once.
Later, when I went to college, I went home and made my mother a large plate of her favorite fish lotus box. She came back and tasted it, and said, "It's still that smell."
I think that in the future New Year, my family will only have fresh lotus boxes.
I have a bottle of Shanxi aged vinegar at home. The packaging is as advanced as red wine, and it has actually expired for two months.
This was originally a hometown specialty that my mother hoarded for me. She loves to hoard goods, and this year she hoarded millet, walnuts, vinegar for me...
She said, "You go back and send it to your colleagues!"
I took it back to Beijing to give it away, and my friend said awkwardly: You have expired.
It was angry and funny, but I didn't mention it to my mother.
I have 9 expired mooncakes in my fridge.
Just graduated under pressure and gained a lot of weight. When I decided to come to North Drift, my mother asked me to eat less while frantically stuffing me with food.
The 26-inch box was stuffed with mooncakes, shrimp, fried fish, ketchup, chili sauce... There was also garlic stuffed in the crevices. For freshness, it was all made fresh by her on the day I left.
Just after arriving in Beijing, I got off the subway when a heavy suitcase crushed a wheel. To the door of the house another bad one.
Eventually I sweated and dragged it all the way back to the rental house on the 9th floor.
My mother slammed the door alone, heard that the suitcase was broken, and smiled: very good, do your best.
I like the dishes she cooks, except that the mooncakes are so sweet. But expired is also reluctant to throw.
Every time I open the refrigerator, I sigh that my mother really loves me. Also, this body of flesh really can't be reduced.
There was once a pomegranate on the windowsill of my house, placed until it decayed and deteriorated. I was so stubborn that I wouldn't let anyone touch me.
When my uncle was seriously ill, I went to the hospital to see him. He said that his brother bought soft seed pomegranates, and you loved to eat them, so he left one for you.
My parents left home, I grew up in my uncle's parents, and he almost treated me like a girlfriend—
Make me breakfast like a father, check my homework, and pick me up on snowy days;
I think my parents were crying, and he picked the biggest and sweetest pomegranate in the yard to coax me, and both sons couldn't eat it...
After his death, I didn't eat pomegranates for years.
Food always reappears in the same season as if it were a promise. And people don't.
But I wish the pomegranate tree in my heart would stay a little longer.
I have a melon seed that I have treasured for eleven years. Packed in small boxes and locked in cabinets.
It was the last time my mother died to accompany me to snack the rest.
At that time, she had cancer and asked me every night to buy snacks to eat with her, because she wanted to talk to me more.
But I don't know how seriously she is sick. One day we watched a TV series together, and when we saw half of it, we threw her away and went to play.
When I came back, I saw my mother crying. She said, you don't accompany me. He also said, what will you do if no one accompanies you in the future?
I cried in horror and said I'm going with you. She hurriedly made me moan.
Until Mom went to the hospital for the last time. I realized that she really couldn't be with me anymore. We don't have endless time.
Now I will seize the time to accompany my father and accompany my grandparents. This summer, I specially learned chicken curry and showed them a hand.
They complained that it was not delicious, but they ate most of it. It made me angry and moved.
Sometimes I take out the melon seed left behind in the panic and think: How nice it would be if my mother was still there. I can stay with her for a while longer.
My cousin opened the refrigerator at home and said, "Wormwood can't be eaten." I threw it for you.
I said, "This is what my mom used to do." She stopped squeaking.
7 years ago, in the last two months of her life, my mother took advantage of her good physical condition and did the last wormwood.
Kneading the dough requires effort, but also grinding sesame seeds, mixing the filling, steaming... Mom was very weak and worked very hard to finish it. I clumsily tried to learn on the side, or I didn't learn.
I knew that there would be no more snacks made by my mother in the future, and the last few were put in the refrigerator, and I refused to move again.
Then my mother died. Then Dad remarried.
The boyfriend who has been in love for ten years has split his legs with his girlfriend, and his job is unsustainable, and he resigned...
She spoiled men who couldn't take money from ATMs and had a new home. Daughters who could not cook were also forced to become independent.
In the most difficult years of my life, I opened the refrigerator to look at the wormwood and felt as if my mother was still around, and I had the courage to continue to insist.
I want to cherish the people who are still around, and I have a grudge against my father, and I will also go to his house to see.
Unexpectedly, at dinner, in front of his remarried wife, he pointed to a dish and said, "This is your mother's favorite food before." Your mother used to be very good at making this dish..."
I forgave my dad at the time. We cannot stop the separation of destiny.
But love has always been kept by your side. In different forms.
【Write at the end】
@convincing, who hid last year's Mid-Autumn Mooncakes, once got up early in the morning to queue up at a cake shop.
Buy hot pastries, and then go to the train home—
"I want to give my parents a taste." The dim sum freshly made by the bakery that day is always the best. ”
This is not fresh food, cold and hard, but it can still make us feel,
That person's hot and moving love for us.
Behind the food is one encounter and separation after another.
Makes you drool when it's fresh and makes you cry when it's not fresh. Finally, I deeply understand -
Time can beat many things, but it can never beat love.
Written by: Sister A
Intern: Jingyi
Editor-in-Charge: There is money
Vespers Hours:
If regret is also a dish, what do you want it to taste like?
"I can afford it, I can't put it down,
Only chopsticks and you."