The ancients thought that the sky was round. The square circle is the foundation of the rule. There are not many snacks that can be named 'fang'. The three-stack square puff pastry not only exists in the expression of the shape, but also highlights the affirmation given by history and carries the thickness of the years.
——Gaoyou three stacks of square crisp
Three stacks of square cakes, Linze crystal mooncakes, and dried tea from the outside world dozens of miles away are the characteristic refreshments of the three historical ancient towns under the jurisdiction of Gaoyou. They can fill the hunger; they are also snacks when leisurely serving tea; they are the wisdom of the life of the working people in ancient times; they are the food wealth and humanistic feelings left to us by time.
The three stacks of fang crisp's specialty, the ancient dedication record was originally named "three piers", all of which were named after the three mounds. In order to avoid the secrecy of Emperor Guangzong of Song, it was renamed "Three Stacks". Where is the stack? Can't tell. How famous in the world can be told in each of the three stacks of people. First there was the king of Wuning County, and then he benefited from the Great Zi Sect Qin Guan, and Yue Fei's three battles and three victories made him even more famous in Jiuzhou.
Speaking of the Yue Family Army, these three stacks of Fang Crisp also have an inseparable relationship with it. Wen Yue Fei sighed: All the horses and horses are still new, the disadvantages are even worse, the grain is poor, and they are embarrassed one by one... Three stacks of people, as far as they can, rushed day and night to make crispy dumplings and send them to the front of the army. After the soldiers had eaten, they lured the enemy to the toad mound and won a great victory. Therefore, the crispy bread has also obtained "toad crisp", which carries the name of the earth. This is the predecessor of the three-stack square puff pastry.
After passing east from Gaoyou City through Yigou and Ergou, it is about forty miles. On the Bridge of Light, watch the river clear, the wind blowing fish jumping, and the boats coming and going. It is very different from the scenery of the Upper River. The incense in Kwangfuku-ji Temple is burning and the chanting is continuous. Today, I have no intention of looking at the island of Guanyin, which is suspended in the mud and wood relief, and I have no intention of visiting the Baoding incense burner made of copper and iron.
Half a day of kung fu, the Shao family and the Jiang family are not allowed. It is convenient for a stop at a bakery not far east of Kwangfuku-ji Temple. The storefront is not large, the smoke of the year round, the store has become black, the people have become black, and the stove has become darker. The resulting Vajra navel, the shortbread, and the toad-like square pastry are golden and fragrant.
Although it was not nearly noon, it made people hungry. I scrutinized everything inside and out, and it was stained with the imprint of time. The most important thing is that the furnace is no better than the lack of immortal qi of the Taishang Laojun. Look inward towards the furnace opening, which is less than a foot away, like an upside-down vault. The enchanting charcoal fire incinerates the vicissitudes. Shortbread practiced around the bright black hearth wall, silent and waiting.
"Fang Crisp, there are not many people who do it." The process is annoying and the cost is high. Sesame seeds are on the surface and everyone understands them. Sloppy. The master answered my question directly, and quickly pasted the shortbread on the hearth wall. There was really no hair on his arm. Charcoal was red and deliberately restrained. Its perception of the furnace wall has become almost human.comprehension.
After fermentation and pounding, the wheat noodles are stretched here. After obtaining the most appropriate temperature with sugar crisp, sesame seeds, and raw oil, the properties of the molecules change, so that they are invisibly kneaded again. This happiness can only be known to us at the moment of the first chewing of the entrance.
"Don't tell you that what I did, there is also a shape in the picture." From the yeast noodles, rolling, and sticking to the stove, which step is not comparable. As far as the stacking surface is concerned, it takes 32 layers to be authentic, and I can't fold it. He stopped what he was doing and chatted with me, but his eyes were glancing at the movement in the stove. Grinning, he laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "Speaking of filling, I pay attention to the use of kumquat, tangerine peel, rose petals, nuts, and osmanthus flowers."
He counted with his fingers bent, and took two pieces of puff pastry from the stove and handed them to my table: "Hot! Hot attention. "I feel the heat and the aroma. He went on to say, "My family uses red bean paste. Although the taste is indebted. The baking time is a little rushed. For the sake of everyone's good mouth, hold on to do it. Otherwise, the three stacks of square puff pastry will be gone. Inside and outside the words, there is helplessness and self-blame. I have met many traditional craftsmen. They all have this complex.
When you get home, put the puff pastry on the plate. Sure enough, there was no water vapor, nor did it overflow, but it still carried the residual temperature, with the sigh and gaze of the craftsmen. The son did not know what it was. Tell: three stacks of square puff pastry. Bow your head and chew carefully. There seems to be a bit of reverence for the taste of nirvana rebirth in this firework. It has indeed been sublimated by thousands of years of war and human habitation.
The three stacks of square pastry are sweat, dirt, intelligence... This piece of simplicity is transformed. Maybe the times have chased people to nowhere. Tired and lonely after the "chewing sound moves ten miles", you will regain strength and kindness. The road is getting farther and farther away, and people are getting older and older. After you have tasted the prosperity of the world, the fish has finished the desire of the tongue. The faintest taste, the most authentic taste, will always be the taste of hometown. They have not gone far, they are hidden in the deep sea of your memory.
One day, if you close the sails and return home, you will find that it may be the light of the teeth. At that time, don't forget that the puff pastry can still be soaked and eaten...
There is a kind of love called retweeting the circle of friends