A few days ago, on a whim, I wanted to eat the snack sold on the street in my hometown - grilled cake. Grilled cakes, which have always been sold on the street with cold powder, push the hawkers, "grilled cakes, grilled cakes, buckwheat grilled cakes ~~", the sound of selling in the streets is particularly clear.
When I was a child, every year the Ninety-Nine Chongyang Festival, the children's favorite thing to do is two things, one is to play the snare, look at the value of the target goods set by the vendor to set the price of the snare, the goods are expensive, the snare is also expensive, the set belongs to the buyer, the set is not in the picture of a happy, similar to the current doll catching machine, but the snare at that time should be set without a program, all by luck.
Tired of playing, is to follow the adults to the steak stall to sit down and wait to buy steak cakes to eat, buy two or three cakes, the store cut into such small pieces, get a small plate of dipping sauce, hand a bamboo fruit fork, the children will no longer make trouble, obediently eat will rise.
At that time, the most anticipated childhood was not the circus, nor the warm greeting of relatives, but just this simple and happy childhood food.
Until now, away from home for several years, often can not eat the flavor of their hometown, they want to do it themselves, go to the supermarket to buy about 600g of soba noodles, turn over some similar squares on the Internet, do it will rise, steamed well, a look, the color is much lighter, is it wrong?
The next day, I looked at the grilled cake that had been dried, and found that oh ~ it can only become the real body of the grilled cake after it has been dried, and I was immediately overjoyed.
At this time, there is no other idea, hometown is a nostalgia that can not go back, then take the place of residence as a second hometown, and start to make your own hometown food.