Dean of the Faculty of Literature/Emotion
The full text is 1890 words
Preface
The food of the hometown can always evoke the nostalgia of a wanderer in a casual moment.
01
Last night, while shopping at the supermarket, I inadvertently passed a stall selling lotus seeds.
At that time, a woman in overalls was looking down at the lotus root in front of her: whether there were customers in front of the stall or not, she had been soliciting business in the authentic Hangzhou dialect.
Looking at the white lotus like a baby's arm, I was a little moved. Probably seeing that I was with six points of purchase intention, the woman was busy adding a sentence to the shouting, "Fresh lotus, it is most suitable to make osmanthus glutinous rice lotus!" ”
Needless to say, the woman must have treated me as a local - Hangzhou lotus, every New Year's season, the local family table can not be separated from the osmanthus glutinous rice lotus dish.
The woman may have never noticed that thousands of miles away in lunan, the people there are not interested in making glutinous rice roots.
02
The southwestern part of Lu also produces lotus, especially the lotus in Weishan Lake.
In the past, when the people of Lunannan prepared food for the New Year, they could not leave a few sections of lotus.
In the impression, every time my mother bought the lotus from the set, it was stained with sludge, and when she returned home, she had to carefully rinse it with well water, and then soak the whole lotus root into a burning bucket filled with water.
This bubble is for several days, and every day you have to change it with a bucket of clean cold water, otherwise the lotus will be easy to stink and rot.
In Southwest Lu, there are two destinations for lotus seeds – one is to blanch pork liver in hot water, and the other is to fill the meat filling and wrap it in paste and fry it. The former is crispy and the latter is fragrant, and it is very easy to tick the food of the worms in my belly.
Needless to say, as long as you can grasp the heat of the boiling water, the taste of each family is not bad; it can be fried and combined, and one family will have the taste of one family.
03
At that time, after frying the scorched leaves, my mother always liked to fry another pot of lotus.
Lu Southwest native dialect called the lotus as "lotus clip", this is mainly because when cutting the lotus, you need to slice out the effect of the "clip" - the first knife is slightly shallow, can not cut the lotus, the second knife can be assured to boldly cut down.
If there is no "clip", the two lotus slices are easily misplaced, so that the appearance of the fried can not be on the table, not to mention, in the oil pan to expose the filling is also inevitable.
When I was a child, I often clamored to help my mother cut the lotus root, but she didn't seem to be very willing to give me the kitchen knife, presumably the last time I cut the potato shreds, I exposed my clumsy knife work.
When cutting the lotus, I was not allowed to snuggle up, but I had to fill the stomach of the lotus clip, and she would often beckon me to go over and take the handle.
It seems like a simple task - the lotus clip mouth, chopsticks pick up a ball of filling to stuff it, and then press it with a little force, and the filling is evenly spread.
04
This set of actions was a smooth operation in my mother's hands, but here I stumbled.
ah! The lotus clip was accidentally broken into two halves by a "snap", and the filling on the chopsticks somehow shook to the ground, and it looked like it was going to be finished, even if the hand was too strong, the filling snot gushed out of the lotus eyes.
My mother looked down on my craft again, and she laughed at my prosthetic hands as she wanted to blast me out of the hall.
I pouted and didn't leave, and my mother had no choice. So she had to give me the task of mixing the batter—before it was put into the oil pot, she had to walk in the thin batter.
I cooked the batter, first kneaded the white noodles, then added water, then slammed two eggs into it, held the bowl in one hand and picked up the chopsticks in the other hand, and drew a circle to beat it into a pale yellow soup and it was over.
According to the mother's instructions, the soup should not be too thin or too thick. Too thin, can not hang the lotus clip, into the pot is easy to expose the filling; too thick, the coupling is difficult to fry through, not to say, the appearance of the appearance is not handsome.
Thankfully, my mother seemed quite satisfied with the batter I had made.
05
Using chopsticks to test the oil in the pot is already fifty percent hot, she soaked the lotus clip that had eaten the filling into the batter, leaned left and right, and then paused slightly in mid-air, and as soon as the lotus clip wrapped in the batter entered the oil, a circle of dense bubbles appeared around it.
Seeing that the outer layer of paste had already shown a golden yellow, the hood filter copied to the bottom of the pot, out of the pot to control the oil, and wait a moment to eat.
I was in a hurry, and there was still a flash of oil on the outside of the coupling, so I couldn't wait to grab one with my hand and stuff it in my mouth.
scald! I shook my mandible from side to side, hissing hot air out of my mouth, and when the whole lotus was closed, my tongue was faintly burned with fine blisters.
fragrant! This is another word that pops up after I shouted the word "hot", both words are out of instinct, both are uncontrollable emotions.
The mother smiled and extinguished the firewood in the hearth. After the frying was done, she was busy going to the croquettes and fake fish again. Naturally, I am guarding the lotus union-
A good pot of food cannot be stolen by the cats at home; but often the cats at home do not eat, and my "hungry cat" has eaten a lot.
06
At lunch, my mother beckoned me to eat with my father, but I couldn't eat anyway.
My father asked me what was wrong, and as soon as I was about to explain, a long, lotus-scented burp burst out of my mouth.
Father immediately understood. He pinched my face and smiled, my mother squinted and laughed, and I laughed silly.
"Boy, just laughing at this lotus, don't you call it?" The woman's words pulled me back to reality.
"To... want! I replied hurriedly.
Looking at the lotus on the stall, my heart was full of strange happiness, as if they were no longer a lotus, but a golden lotus clip.
Thinking about it, I turned to the next shop and weighed the front leg meat of three fat and seven thin, hoping that my lame craft could fry a decent lotus clip.
But as soon as I left the supermarket, I reacted, even if the lotus clips I fried in Hangzhou were delicious, they no longer had the taste of what I had eaten in my hometown.
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