The tide head listened to the waves| smoked bacon

Author | Fu Hongye

Good evening to the audience, friends, and welcome to the Southern Theater of Operations' "Listening to the Waves". Today is Mother's Day, Happy Mother's Day to all moms! Tonight, we reminisce about Mom's taste of "Smoked Bacon" together.

As I grew older, I spent less and less time with my mother, but the last thing I can forget is the fried bacon made by my mother.

Four mud walls, two huts, one window and two doors, and the top of the wall is covered with thick rice grass, which is the cottage in childhood memories. A V-shaped wooden hook hangs on the beam of the house, and the wooden hook is tied to a rope, and a wooden hook is tied at the end of the rope, which is used to hang the "hard goods" of the whole year - smoked bacon.

Whenever it is almost the New Year, every household has to kill the New Year pig, and my family is no exception. The so-called New Year pig is prepared for the New Year, and it is killed once a year, which is also a traditional New Year custom. If you can't finish the meat, your mother will make it into smoked bacon. After killing the pigs, the meat is divided into pieces, and the mother always patiently coats each piece of meat with a layer of salt and hangs it for one night. Then I found some wood, which was quite exquisite, and my mother said that the bacon smoked from the cypress tree was fragrant and delicious.

The mother always stood guarding the fire, and the fire made the mother's face red. I asked my mother, the bacon is so high, I can't steal it if I want to steal it, why do I still keep this bacon. The mother laughed and said, "This bacon needs to be warmed and smoked slowly, and the fire is too easy to burn the meat, so I have to watch the fire." I muttered something I didn't understand.

The stir-fried bacon is fragrant, but it is quite troublesome to make, especially after the smoked bacon is hung for a long time, the bacon will return to the tide and grow small flowers. Every time my mother removed the bacon, she first burned the pork skin on the fire, then soaked it in hot water, then repeatedly scraped it with a kitchen knife, and finally cut it into thin slices and stir-fried with green onions, ginger and garlic slices. This smoked bacon washing is the key, the cutting is the core, and every step must be careful and patient. After the bacon is heated in the pan, it makes a "nourishing, nourishing, nourishing" sound, and at the same time emits a burst of aroma, which makes people can't help but drool. Yes, my mother's bacon is fragrant and mellow, and I always eat it.

I remember the day I enlisted, at nearly 5 a.m., when I was called up in a daze. It turned out that my mother got up early and made me a bowl of egg fried rice and fried bacon. My mother said, "Hurry up and eat something, fill your stomach..." I rubbed my eyes and told my mother, "I just got up and couldn't eat." ”

Considering that the time to report to the county armed forces department was relatively tight, my mother decided to charter a car. When I got into the car, my mother carried a small bag. Originally, I didn't intend to let my mother send me, because I knew that my mother was motion sick and suffered a lot along the way. Sure enough, not long after getting on the bus, my mother fainted and threw up. But from time to time, she never forgot to ask me, "Are you hungry?" Do you want to eat something? "My mother was always worried that I would go hungry if I didn't eat breakfast.

After bumps and faints all the way, the car finally came to the gate of the Armed Forces Department. We were the first to arrive, and then there were a lot of people in the courtyard. My mother has always been by my side, and began to tell me to be careful on the road, not to be frizzy, to go to the army to talk less and do more...

Then the mother found a place in the flower bed next to it, put down her backpack, and took out her packed egg fried rice and fried bacon, but the meal was already cold. My mother told me to wait for her here, so she went outside the gate. Soon the mother returned, with a drink and bread in her left hand and a bowl of beef noodles in her right hand. My mother told me to eat it quickly, and she also boiled the bacon in the noodle soup. I took the noodles from my mother's hand, tossed them all morning and was really hungry, and with the noodles I began to hula hula eat...

At this time, the soldiers came, and I immediately put down my chopsticks, and before I could eat the bacon, I followed them to change clothes. When I stood in line, I stood in the last row, and the afterglow aimed at my mother standing on my side with the bacon, and in an instant I reached out and took the two pieces of bacon in the bowl, threw it into my mouth and closed my mouth, my mother glanced at me, and my father smiled softly. It was a few minutes' walk from the armed forces to the location of the car, and I began to chew the meat secretly, which was quite chewy. Looking back, I think the bacon of this day has a different taste.

The bus slowly advanced, my father waved at me, and my mother did not speak or wave, but just watched me and slowly followed the bus to see me leave. In the last sight, I saw my mother's wet eyes...

In my fourth year in the army, I went home on vacation for the first time. My mother was afraid that I would not bother to eat in the car all the way, so I brought several meals from the kitchen, including fried bacon. But in fact, it has been a long time since the meal was served, and I have eaten on the road. Dad secretly said to me, "Your mother said she would wait for you to come back and eat together, and she had heated the dishes several times." Listening, looking at the fried bacon on the table, I lifted the chopsticks and ate it in a big mouthful. The taste of memory is back, and it makes people feel a little nostalgic.

In those days in the army, although the food was good, I often remembered my mother's fried bacon. Especially during the New Year's Festival, I miss my mother who is far away in my hometown to guard the stove, and I miss the unique smell of wax.

In fact, every year near the Spring Festival, my mother would look forward to me going home for the New Year, and I would say "I'll come back next year" every time. Year after year, that's six years, and I cheated on my mother for six years.

At the end of the previous year, my mother asked me on the phone: "Didn't you say last year that I would come back this year for the New Year?" When will you be back? "Mom, I may not be able to come back this year, but I will definitely come back next year!" The mother's head was silent. After hanging up the phone, I began to hesitate...

In the end, I chose to go home for the New Year. The next day after we went home, our family killed the Nian pig and started smoking bacon again. By the fire, I saw my mother sitting there, her tongs in her hands carrying the ashes that had burned out...

Some of the images come from the Internet

Anchor of this issue : Lu Ning

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Editor-in-Chief: Sun Bingxiang Responsible Editor: Cai Menghua