Spring blossoms, everything grows, the mountains are all over the wilderness, a piece of flower fragrance, refreshing the heart.
When it comes to eating flowers, I immediately think of the pumpkin flower delicacy made by my grandmother when I was a child.
At that time, every time the pumpkin blossoms bloomed, just after dawn in the morning, Grandma would carry a basket to the pumpkin field to pick flowers, and all the flowers were picked (flowers without fruit). Grandma said that when the dew is thick in the morning, the flowers are the most nutritious. In fact, now that I think about it, Grandma wants to say that the sun has not come out, and the pumpkin flower has the most moisture.
After the flowers were picked back, Grandma first plucked the hearts of each flower, then washed them with well water, drained them and waited to make a delicacy.
Grandma often makes two kinds of generally: one is pumpkin flower porridge, and the other is stir-fried pumpkin flowers.
Pumpkin flower porridge, in fact, the method is very simple, that is, when the white rice porridge is about to cook, put the washed pumpkin flowers into the pot, cook for two or three minutes, sprinkle some salt, and the pumpkin flower porridge will be ready. In that relatively poor era, a bowl of pumpkin flower porridge was very delicious, and it had a faint floral aroma, and I could drink two or three bowls at a time.
The method of sautéing pumpkin flowers is also very simple: pour a little vegetable oil into the pot, when the oil temperature is 70% hot, add the pumpkin flowers, stir-fry on high heat, add a little salt after frying softly, and stir-fry again.
Now that I think about it, in fact, the food made of pumpkin flowers is not beautiful at all, the method is simple, and the ingredients are lacking. But in that era of lack of food and clothing, for me it was food.
Now that she is in the city, grandma has been gone for several years, and it has become a luxury to eat pumpkin flowers, and she can only go back to that era in her dreams. Whenever I tell my child about those years, my child only has "100,000 whys", but he has no feeling for that kind of life. Of course, this is not to blame him, because he has not experienced it, who can feel it.