【Years】Daniel Zhang: Hometown Taste • A Handful of Red Cabbage Moss (Part 1)
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In fact, from the color point of view, it seems that red cabbage moss should not be called red cabbage moss, but it seems to be called seaweed moss. After all, a piece of vegetable moss is purple except for a brilliant swaying little yellow flower on the top of its head.
Maybe the name of this dish is for a better meaning and blessing!
If it is red and purple, purple qi comes from the east, it will eventually feel a little too full. A red word, point out a basic color, appropriate, you can adjust it again, can be light or thick, the blessing seems to become permanent. Colorful spring red, Xianghong September, Jiuhua red, these red cabbage moss products, contain a string of low-key luxury and heavy well-being.
We Changde people used to call the red cabbage moss "Hong'er" or "Red Cabbage", and the two words "蕻兒" were pronounced very tightly and became a sound. This red cabbage must be fragrant and sweet, or we Changde people even make an analogy, saying that those who like to listen to good words and flattery are "like seven cabbage drops"?
In the sunset in the countryside, similar to the dialogue of "old man, make a plate of seven vegetables at night, you go to the vegetable garden for the two handfuls of vegetables", "make bowls of salt water meat stew, click to bring the vegetables to come" "The rice dumplings are almost cooked, and you don't put the vegetables, you still have to wait for yo", in the winter, with enough oil and salt sauce vinegar flavor of fireworks. Dare to love, this red cabbage moss can be stewed or plated, can be fried or stewed, can be single can be matched, although it is a delicate and colorful style, but it is also a rough character who can flex and stretch.
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The reddish redness in the wrinkles of the elders' hands may have a little connection with this "red cabbage". In the impression, the "red cabbage" changed from a small handful and a single tree to a small basket or a fence, and there was no need for a kitchen knife. It is also true that looking at the stem is crisp, the leaves are lush, the red onions nourish the eyes, the water and water spirit are good and vibrant, how can you let the cold light sword shadow and the white light be lonely and cold? Didn't it spoil that warm scenery!
The masters of picking vegetables are all winners in life. In the revitalized beautiful countryside, the garden pinched the vegetable moss, one was thrown at the foot, the small vegetable basket was placed in front of the body, one hand grabbed and pinched the main stem of the vegetable moss, exposing the length of a finger in front of the index finger of the thumb, the other thumb index finger with such a "que" (making a third sound), a section with the side leaves or stem of the moss responded to this other hand, with such a continuous repeated action, the hand could not hold this section and another, and then then one by one, the moss became a knot.
Between the seasons of vegetable moss, although there are still hands and shoulders, or you can still look back, but into the basket, into a tent, has been messy. Looking at such separation and aggregation, it seems that they do not feel the slightest cold sorrow, but they clearly shine through the mountains and seas, which is a basket full of wet and impatient to the future, a full of "after all, still together" firm and arbitrary two wishes...
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For a time, the leaves that had never come and gone before, some faded a small piece of red and purple dress to reveal the stems of the green years, huddled together, only to be drenched in her wet body, a wave of swaying, a burst of chatter. In that scene, it seems that there is some hurry to get into the same hurry to get on the fire, and the pot with lard that has been smoked up will dry the shell of the pepper, and the garlic cloves will be broken, and the crisp sound of "whooshing lala" will be brewed, and a thick fragrance with the atmosphere of the countryside will rise.
The kitchen cooks hold the spoon side of the spoon in their left hand and the scrape on the bottom of the pot with their right hand, and the most familiar and homely movements "simple" produce a warmest home-cooked taste. It seems that even the red cabbage moss that has been quenched out of the pot is also infected, quietly leaning in the bowl of the plate, going to the edges and corners, going to the hustle and bustle, more soft and tolerant, more oily, in front of the homely taste, it is clear that after seeing the crackling of the world, it is clear that the return and low-key after seeing the crackling of the world, and the quiet and tranquility of loving this simple and simple life.
Students who are far away in Shanghai said that the taste of Changde is better than the taste of Shanghai, and I said that maybe it is because the plate of red cabbage moss has the taste of hometown, the taste of Changde, the taste of life...
Who says it's not, on a snowy day, the hot pot is grunting on the table with thick heat, the mother wears a sleeve to the vegetable field, or pulls open or slaps the thin or thick snow on the vegetables, and three times five divided by two consecutive clicks are picked and placed on the table with a small basket. After the cold winter, the vegetables that have been nourished by snow are hot and dragged in the hot pot, so dipped and picked in the bowl, the tender and the fresh, the sweet, the fragrant out of what is not the warm love of time precipitation, what is not the hope of the family, and the sweetness after the bitterness.
