Although I was not poor enough to open up when I was a child, but life was also very difficult, born in the countryside after 80, we can still occasionally eat tortillas, this tortilla hometown is called "stick cake", because it is made of pure cornmeal, so I have a deep impression of it, eating tortillas on pickles is an indelible part of my childhood.
My mother wore an apron, I sat on a small bench to burn the fire, there was a large pot of cornmeal on the stove table, my mother personally used water to get them together, my mother grabbed a very sticky dough from the basin, threw her left and right hands at each other, and torched it on the edge of the hot little pot, and the tortilla left the mother's finger prints, only to listen to the "squeak" sound, firmly stuck to it.
Under the processing of the high fire, the yellow-orange-orange tortilla was quickly cooked, close to the side of the pot, baked very charred, but there was no baking paste, there was a very brittle film, which could be lifted off by hand, and we all called it "crunch", which was very thin and crisp, just like the pot that children eat now.
Corn cake on pickles, and then a bowl of paste, although it is poor, but very clean and hygienic, the sweet taste of tortillas, is the perfect combination of working people and the land, "spring planting a grain of millet, autumn harvest ten thousand seeds." There is nothing more pleasing than what you harvest with your own hands.
When the tortillas are tired of eating, the mother will cut the tortillas into small pieces, pour oil into the pot, and use them to fry and eat, the taste is mixed with oil and salt, but it is still much worse than meat.
Now that life is good, the coarse grains that were abandoned in the past have returned, and people have eaten enough fine grains, which cannot satisfy people's taste buds. I began to think bitterly again, supermarkets, shops can see the traces of tortillas again.