#The taste of the year in my memory# The taste of the year in my memory is the chicken and duck stewed by my grandmother's house when I was a child. Domestic chicken and duck, put some water, cooking wine and ginger and garlic, simple simmer slowly, you can smell the fragrance from far away outside the house, and it is even more fragrant when you lift the lid.
The taste of the year in my memory is a table of New Year pig rice made by my grandmother's family after killing pigs, and the pork at that time was really delicious and fragrant. Grandma knew I didn't like meat very much, so the best pork tenderloin was always left for me.
The taste of the year in my memory is gypsum tofu. When I was a child, it was almost the New Year, my grandmother would make her own tofu, the soy milk cooked in the wood-fired stove was dotted with gypsum powder, and the white and tender tofu was boiled in the simplest seasoning water, which was really flavorful, very strong bean aroma. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the Bodhisattva eats vegetarian fast, and tofu is a must-have dish, so every family will make some tofu.
Unfortunately, I can no longer eat my grandmother's stewed chicken and duck, raised local pork and self-made tofu. Chickens and ducks can no longer be raised in the countryside, pigs are raised. Grandma is gone, and no one can make tofu anymore. Today, these are all memories in memory. The chicken and duck are no longer fragrant, the pork is not delicious, and the tofu has no taste.
I miss the taste of my childhood and my grandmother who is far away. It's almost the New Year, may his old man be well and happy for the New Year.
