Text/Tian Sakura
Memory is like a river, bit by bit of memory, like a river, flowing in the heart, converging into a long river of memory. Whenever I remember the stay of the salted fish cake, the sweet past on the tip of the tongue is like a day.
Salted fish cakes are our family's favorite food. Her mother was the best at making salted fish cakes, and she learned the practices of her grandmother's hometown in Shandong. The mother used the basin and the good brown rice noodles to make a large cake, and then pasted it into the iron pot, and after a while, the brown "knotted" brown yellow cake came out of the pot, steaming and fragrant. Dalian relies on the yellow and bohai seas, and the sea produces partial mouth fish, small mouth fish, and tooth fish, so first salt the fish. When frying salted fish, first put some oil in the pan, then put a pinch of salted partial mouth fish, put ginger and shallots, and then put it in the pan over the oil, fry for a while, wait for the "knotty knots", turn it several times, and put it on the plate. At this point, the salted fish and the cake are all there.
"Flat-mouthed fish with fish roe, bread with 'knotty knots', delicious and fresh to eat, only to have a taste."
As my mother spoke, she brought salted fish with fish roe and cakes with "knotted knots" to my plate.
Salted fish cake condensed with fist-and-fist parental affection. In 1960, I went to college in the province, my family was poor, and I encountered three years of natural disasters, and my heart as a student was almost discouraged. My father was a deputy to the Fifth Provincial People's Congress, and he rushed to the provincial meeting, took the time to see me at the school, and brought the salted fish cakes made by my mother. While watching me eat salted fish cakes with taste, he encouraged me: "Your mother and I are both people from the old society who have gone through a thousand hardships." The difficulties now are temporary. For you to go to college, it is to cultivate you to have culture and education, and to contribute more to the country in the future. "My father's words deeply touched me and inspired me to study hard until I graduated from college and went to work.
My father was obsessed with diesel engine craftsmanship. Once, the factory sent someone to find his father, saying that the machine had failed, and when he was leaving, his mother asked him to make dumplings for his father to take to the factory to eat, and his father said: "It's too late, just bring salted fish cakes." In this way, my father and his co-workers spent the whole night, relying on his own skill to troubleshoot, but he and his co-workers ate salted fish cakes.
In 1958, his brother graduated from a military secondary school in Shenyang, and in response to the party's call to support the construction of the frontier, he took the initiative to ask to work in a military factory in Inner Mongolia. Later, when my mother went to Inner Mongolia to see her brother and sister-in-law, she took the salted fish cakes they liked to eat.
Father will always maintain the old tradition. Once, the factory organized to go to the countryside to support farmers to repair diesel engines. At that time, his father, who was the deputy director of the factory, ran to the owner's house and the west family, and worked for a day, and the countrymen really did not want to go, and wanted to invite him to eat a good meal. The father laughed and replied, "Look, I've brought my own food." "Father opens the lunch box, and the countrymen take a look, hey, salted fish cakes."
Life is good. Parents love the good life.
On the weekend, he took my brother and I to the fujiazhuang sea to go fishing, and once caught a lot of blackfish and yellow fish. When we returned, our mother made salted fish cakes for us, and we ate the fruits of our own labor, which felt particularly sweet.
Father lived frugally. I always carry a lunch box with me at work, and the lunch box often contains salted fish cakes.
Life is like a crooked river, flowing for a long time, sour, sweet and bitter, flowing in the heart. I am reminded of the famous French writer Montaigne's famous sentence: "Bad days, to go to the 'degree' quickly, good days, to stop and taste carefully." ”
The salted fish cake is fragrant, permeated with strong nostalgia, and more condensed with the parental love of fists. Today, I taste the pure connotation of "salted fish cake", my father and mother have spent their long vicissitudes, although they have left us, but they have left the color of their "salted fish cake" indifferent life and simple life.
About author:Tian Junming, pen name: Tian Ying, member of China Writers Association, director of Liaoning Writers Association. He once served as the vice chairman of Dalian Writers Association, the executive director of Dalian Entrepreneurs Association, and is now an advisor to Dalian Writers Association, a director of Liaoning Writers Association, and the president of Dalian Essay Society. He is the author of": "Durian Love", "Cherry Blossom Love", "Thatched House Love", "Bali Love", "Angkor Love", "Kiwei Love", "Athens Love", "Sea sky Katabame", "Sakura" and so on.
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