In that special era, the masters were abundant, and all the masters also ate human fireworks and had their own preferences.
Lu Xun likes the food three non-sticks, love the small biscuits of Daoxiang Village, and the long-established candy snacks from all over the world. Su Manshu, who loves to eat sugar, calls himself "Sugar Monk", and once pulled out his gold teeth for sugar to eat. Hu Shi, who loves the sauce fried chicken in DongxingLou, the first of the eight buildings in Beijing, is the best dish in Huizhou Yipin Pot in his hometown. Mei Lanfang, in order to protect her throat, must drink Mandarin duck chicken porridge and eat crabs every day, paying attention to eight pieces of crabs. Zhang Ailing, who loves to eat tamales has reached the philosophical level, she once said that Shanghai women are like tamales, and Guangdong women are like sweet and sour ribs.
Back to the point, let's talk about our lovely Mr. Lao She.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > fried lotus flowers of boiled cranes</h1>
Mr. Lao She is an elegant person. When I was in Jinan, I planted two pots of white lotuses, served them carefully, and opened seven or eight flowers, two of which had slight red on the tip of the petals, and were also coated with sandalwood powder by Mr. Lao She. All day long against the lotus flowers, chanting poems beautifully.
A local friend came, took the tea and poured it into the water room, and without noticing for a while, the beloved lotus flower was taken down by the friend, carried to the kitchen, and specially told the chef: "Fry this petal in good fragrant oil." Don't fry the old flap on the outside, fry the tender one on the inside. ”
Looking at the excited friends, the poor lotus, and Mr. Lao She, whose soul was severely damaged, "it seems that he suddenly suffered from heat stroke, the sky was spinning, and he could not speak."
In other words, fried lotus petals are really a delicacy, and the well-known blogger Li Ziqi has also made this dish.
However, in front of the elegant people, the lotus flower that can be "viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed" is contaminated with a worldly egg white flour, and it is cruel to roll in a circle in the oil pot, which is no less than the burning of the piano and boiling the crane!
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > cat lover accidentally tasted cat meat</h1>
Lao She loves cats, especially good at petting cats, and likes the kittens most when he writes a manuscript, quietly jumps on the table, prints a string of small plum blossoms on his manuscript paper.
Mr. Lao She is from Beijing, and northerners generally do not eat cat meat. In the south, there is a famous dish "Dragon and Tiger Fighting", which is cooked with snake meat and cat meat. Lao She ate cat meat, not because he went to the south, but on a steamship in France. Purely a misunderstanding, Lao She can't read the French on the menu, when ordering, I believe in the reins, I have to say that Lao She really has courage. The dish came up, looked at the meat, and no matter what animal it came from, I ate it three times five divided by two. Later, he also wrote a diary evaluation: "Cat meat is not difficult to eat, although it is not very delicious, there is no strange taste." ”
I haven't figured it out for a while, that dish is cat meat, how does he know that he doesn't know French?
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > Mr. Lao She vs "Iron Rooster" and Duck Skeleton</h1>
Lao She and friends met, old friends brought a Liaocheng smoked chicken, Lao She tasted, "there is no flavor, never tasted in life", delicious! He also commented, "The skin of this chicken is black and purple, and it is still a bit of an iron bone, isn't it quite like the iron-faced selfless black baogong in the play?" "Simply name the Liaocheng smoked chicken "Iron Rooster", but have you asked people if the chicken is willing?
Guo Moruo held a dinner for cultural celebrities in Chongqing, and everyone had to pay a fee. The literati are heartbroken, turning grief and indignation into appetite, whenever there is a dish on the table, directly grab it, the strength of many people is great, and they can reach the point of instantaneous disc. Lao She grabbed the duck with his bare hands, and its swiftness amazed everyone. Eating his own table does not count, Lao She is still guerrilla everywhere, going to each table to guess the fist, and guessing the fist hinders eating vegetables, so when Lao She stretches out his hand to eat the duck, only the skeleton is left.
A literary friend teased him: "Mr. Shu, please eat duck"! Lao She was short-sighted, swirling around like a whirlpool on the duck rack, and then said solemnly: "What, the cook's fire skills today are too good, I am studying anatomy!" “
The next morning express reported that Mr. Lao She, with his "dissection of duck bones, performed Lao She-style extravagance and humor, beating Liu Ling and Sai Li Bai."
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > love sesame sauce, I miss it</h1>
For northerners, sesame sauce can mix everything, dip everything, and there is no sesame sauce at home, so there is no kitchen. For example, eat hot pot, eat cold skin, eat cold noodles, usually eat cold vegetables, sometimes eat steamed buns early, also need sesame sauce and so on.
Beijing has a very popular sesame sauce baked cake, sesame sauce flower rolls; Tianjin people eat seafood, but also especially like to put sesame sauce. The most amazing thing is that there is a special kind of popsicle - the hemp sauce popsicle.
In those years when supplies were difficult, the sauce disappeared. When Mr. Lao She was a deputy, he handed in a proposal: he hoped to solve the problem of the supply of tahini - "Beijingers, summer can not do without tahini!" ”
Soon, there was sesame sauce sold in the oil and salt shops in Beijing, and the taste of cold skin, cold noodles, steamed buns, etc., were sublimated under the moisture of sesame sauce. That summer, the people of Beijing should thank this grounded Lao She representative.
And this representative also ate the porcelain bowl sesame sauce stewed yellow croaker.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > pair of peanuts, blatantly favored</h1>
Mr. Lao She has a famous article "Falling Peanuts", which writes about his blatant preference for peanuts.
He expressed his confusion that people preferred melon seeds, and tried his best to defend peanuts:
What do melon seeds eat? It pinches your tongue, plugs your teeth, stirs up your anger — because it shatters when you bite it; fortunately it doesn't break, it's just such a small piece, hungry, tasteless, hardworking, bourgeois! You see the peanuts: big square, light white hemp, thin waist, curvy beauty. It's just about looking at the appearance.
Chestnuts, hazelnuts, and walnuts were all pulled to pick them up again: on the appearance, on the taste, chestnuts are actually quite powerful. But it doesn't have the homely "self" energy of falling peanuts. Chestnut has no friendship with people, as if it were. Nor are walnuts, and hazelnuts are even more remarkably distant.
Finally, I settled down and praised the sky: where the peanuts fall, there are people who are popular, and people from the Son of Heaven to the Commons have been friends with it, which is not easy. - Of course, it is not easy, because this logical relationship is really not smooth.
On winter nights, lying in the bed early, watching "Water Margin", there are some peanut rice next to the pillow; the fragrance of peanut rice, on the tongue, on the tip of the nose; the heating in the bed, Wu Song fighting tigers... This is the Kingdom of Heaven! Winter on the road, cold wind, or snow, some peanuts in the bag make you have a master in your heart; take one out, peel it, hurriedly send it to your mouth, chew it with your mouth shut, and the wind or snow is immediately less severe. Moreover, a person over the age of twenty who is like a god, carefree, casual, walking on the street and eating peanuts, if this person becomes the prime minister or the branch shangshu in the future, he will not have bureaucracy and greed for money. If he becomes emperor, he must be a gentle and straightforward and naïve emperor, yes.
But watching Mr. Lao She and Peanut, get along so happily. Peanuts are not only a kind of food, but also a companion on a winter night, a companion in a book, a companion in a storm. Why blatantly favor it? Logic is not important, warm companionship is important.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > Lao She's camel Xiangzi and Lao Tofu</h1>
There is a passage in "Camel Xiangzi", Xiangzi was captured by the warlord's team, and when he escaped, he was tired, cold and hungry. He eats old tofu at a food stall: vinegar, soy sauce, pepper oil, minced leeks, and is scalded by hot snow-white tofu, emitting a bit of a fragrant taste, so fragrant that Shoko has to "hold her breath".
Shoko held the bowl and looked at the dark green leeks, his hands could not stop shivering. After taking a bite, the tofu boiled a path through his body; he added two small spoonfuls of chili oil to his own hands. After a bowl was eaten, his sweat was soaking through the waistband of his pants. Half-closing his eyes, he handed the bowl out: "One more bowl." ”
It is said that the ingredients are not high-grade, but the minced leeks, chili oil, pepper oil, piping hot tofu, very common, very old Beijing, can make Xiangzi come back to life.
"Camel Shoko" begins with Shoko buying her first car and celebrating hot cakes with fried lamb, to finally giving up on herself, ignoring tomorrow, and falling into the pancake roll sauce meat.
At the best time in the middle, Shoko can eat tiger skin jelly, boiled cabbage, and meatballs. This truth that is close to the people's lives is the most meticulous and remarkable place in Mr. Lao She's pen.
In his works, Mr. Lao She also wrote about wontons, horseshoe roast cakes, rotten meat noodles, lamb buns, fried sauce noodles, dried knots, old salted radish and other folk snacks. By simply and vividly eating, Lao She can portray all kinds of small characters.
Lao She believes that "eating in China is a big thing", but in his works, there is no delicacy of the dignitaries and nobles, but more of the food that ordinary people eat. In his pen, the hawkers, restaurants, tea houses, cold stalls, and shops in the streets and alleys are so vivid and affectionate.
And Mr. Lao She himself is also a person who has a lot of love for eating and is very cute
Mr. Wang Zengqi recalled that Mr. Lao She invited people to dinner, and he cooked his own side dishes, so that everyone could taste the authentic Beijing flavor, and the mustard mounds that came out were excellent. The boiled cabbage came up, and Mr. Lao She raised his chopsticks and greeted everyone: "Come and come!" That's the really good stuff! ”
This sentence makes people feel like seeing people and hearing their voices. If you remember, Shoko ate boiled cabbage made by Tiger Girl, and you must not be able to help but laugh out loud.
The greeting was still in his ears, and Mr. Lao She had been gone for fifty-five years. Mr. Lao She's son, Shu Yi, also died.
The two children met, pushed the cup to change the cup, and put the sesame sauce roll or the old tofu on the table? Is it the iron rooster or the boiled cabbage that greets the son? To be sure, there must be a plate of peanut rice.
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