#秋日好时光 #
Born in the north, so I love risotto. The large pieces of meat are then added with potatoes, tofu and bright green beans, stewed together soft and rotten, and eaten with steamed buns or rice. I've eaten this home-cooked dish all my life and still like it.
When I was a child, stew was the most satisfying meal. Its main ingredient can be meat, if there is no meat, just put a little more meat oil. But stew is indispensable potatoes. In addition to potatoes and other side dishes can be free, what you have at hand can be taken, such as cabbage, spinach, of course, the best is the number of beans.
The selected beans are washed and put into the pot to be boiled, which can be called a real stew. Because it doesn't take long for a few beans to suddenly fall out of the steaming risotto. The clearly patterned beans have long been cooked, and the thick soup has fed them to the fullest.
When I was in junior high school, my father's unit finally gave our family a house. The row house was surrounded by a wall, and not far from the courtyard wall was a small river, and the river was a trickle, so that the wide riverbed was exposed. The workers who lived around the river, who had become extremely industrious due to poverty, divided the land into a furrow of vegetable fields in their spare time, and planted potatoes and seasonal vegetables to their own advantage, and the most planted vegetables were beans.
There are two kinds of beans: rack and dwarf plant. Most of my family species are of the latter. Because the vegetable field is not in their own yard, it is inevitable that there will be uninvited guests who cannot see the place where the view is not reached. The two vegetable patches my father had been working with hung on the slopes of the river beach. In addition to the need for the whole family to help his father when sowing seeds and harvesting, most of the time he was alone and silently picking up the work in the field, and at this time it was me who helped a little, and the most I did was just picking beans. Later, I often thought that my father's comfort for my family's vegetable field was far greater than his three sons and daughters, and his squatting posture in the field and the hoe placed at his feet dressed him as an old farmer, so the image of the worker was much lighter.
My family's vegetable field mainly grows potatoes, beans are only sown in the sparse place of potato seedlings or on the edge of the vegetable field, even so, the harvest of beans is enough for the whole family to eat in a summer and an autumn, and even dried beans can be dried for winter vegetable shortages.
When the potatoes are not harvested, the potato seedlings become the object of the carob attachment. It's a bit far-fetched to use the vines here, but every time I see these three words huddled together, I think of the time when I was a child, when the beanstalk and the potato seedlings were entangled, it was when I used my hands to pluck the dense branches and leaves to find the beans and pluck them.
Pull open a potato sprout to find the beans hanging between a group of turquoise leaves, the leaves and the beans are bright green, the same appearance is really difficult to distinguish, so my father always let me go to pick the beans, he said my little eyes are clear...
So, in the hot summer, in the empty fields, my shadow remained in the distant time. I don't know if time has given me an eternal scenery, only that the barren fields are full of viscous hot winds...
To this day, standing in my narrow kitchen, I pluck the little tip of the bean's tail and its bald stalk, and then put them under the tap to rinse them into a basin of turquoise. Where the beans in front of me come from, I have no interest in examining, the years are changing, I am also changing, I have to learn to accept these changes.
Only I was left with the once ignorant me, standing at the beginning of the years, wearing a small cloth shirt with broken flowers, the shallow black-faced cloth shoes were full of dust, and the small figure was shaking in the messy field obediently and foolishly. The hazy and dim cardamom years are becoming clearer and clearer in the depths of memory.
