It's funny to say, I think I don't eat, but in front of my mother's hand-rolled noodles, I have become a complete "snack" piece.
In the middle of winter, running back from the ice and snow, the frozen red little hand held a bowl of hot noodles, and the eyes looked at the warm and melted soup noodles without blinking, and the heart was beautiful, both warm and full of stomach, not to mention how happy.
Zuo Huijuan | © Written
Watermelon | © Typography
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When I was a child
Mom knew I loved hot noodle soup
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One of the things my mother often said in my memory was that when I was very young, I once had a high fever of more than thirty-nine degrees, but I still played normally with the children.
But my parents were worried, so they pulled me to the village doctor's house to see a doctor and get injections, and I was frightened, ran to the bed, drilled into the innermost corner, and just didn't come out.
My mother had to forcibly pull me out, hold me in her arms and finish the injection, and finally I stopped crying in front of a bowl and sobbed and ate the soup noodles that people would only eat when they were sick.
My mother didn't know how many times I talked about this, and every time I listened to my mother with tears in my eyes, and from time to time I asked different questions to cater to my mother. That's when my mom knew I loved noodle soup.
In memory, every time my mother made a hand rolling noodle, it was as if she was making a work of art, and watching my mother make a hand rolling noodle was also like admiring a work of art.
At noon, she mixed the noodles softly or hardly, and kneaded them repeatedly, as if only in such a process could she fully enjoy the fruits of her labor.
The mother reconciled the noodles, woke up for ten minutes, took out a large rolling pin, and began to roll the noodles.
The rolling pin was as thick as an arm, about the height of a child, and the mother placed the large dough in the center of the panel, laid a layer of dough underneath, and kept rolling it on it with a rolling pin.
While rolling, swirl around the dough and fill the dough on the other side, so that the dough always remains round.
The rolling pin followed the rhythm of her mother's hands, back a little, a little forward, a little back, a little forward.
The dough gradually became larger, and in a short while it became a round cake, and soon it slowly became thinner, larger, so large that the panel could not hold it, and became a large piece of dough, and then, it was built up, like a stacked terrace, the noodles were craftsmanship, to be cut quickly, wide and narrow, and durable.
Experienced people hold the knife in their right hand, the back of the knife is in front of the knuckle of the left hand, and the knife is pushed backwards and backwards with one knife after another. In the blink of an eye, the noodles disappeared and became thin noodles.
As soon as the water is boiled, the noodles are under the pot, the dumplings are rolled three times and the noodles are rolled, and after the pot is opened, the water is lit. Light the water twice, then add the turquoise spinach, and the noodles are cooked.
Put green onions and coriander at the bottom of the bowl, pour some home-brewed vinegar, and then use chopsticks to dip a few sesame sesame oils, rinse with hot soup, the aroma is fragrant, fish on top of a mixture, spray a bowl of hot soup noodles.
Don't say eat, just looking at and smelling, it will make people full of mouth and salivate.
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Some hand-rolled noodles
Mothers only do it on important holidays
In fact, there are many ways to roll out noodles by hand.
If you are making hand-rolled pot noodles, the above method is only one of them, if you are making hand-rolled noodles, the side dish is very important, and the perfect match for hand-rolled noodles is egg tomatoes.
After the noodles are rolled out, boil in boiling water. Beat 3 to 4 eggs in a bowl and stir well, then wash the tomatoes and cut them into cubes and set aside, while chopping the onions, peppers, gingers, garlic or slices, or shredding, or dicing, or plies, or pat them to set aside.
At this time, add enough cooking oil in the wok, heat the oil on high heat; then put in the beaten egg liquid, wait for the egg liquid to solidify and bubble up to a golden brown, then double, and then add the diced tomatoes, wait for the egg pieces and the diced tomatoes to melt into one, add 50-100 ml of water to simmer for about 10 minutes on medium heat, and finally put in the seasoning, so that the color and flavor are beautiful, and the soup is rich and mellow.
Scoop out the snow-white noodles, pair them with colorful egg tomato cheeks, add cucumber shreds, drizzle with mushroom garlic juice and a bowl of mouth-watering egg tomato hand-rolled noodles.
However, growing up in the countryside is limited by economic conditions, and this kind of hand-rolled noodles can only be made by mothers on major holidays, when someone in the family has a birthday or entertains guests.
That's what my mother used to do most often was hand-rolled pot noodles, occasionally making hand-rolled noodles, and the most commonly used side dish was radish cabbage noodles.
In fact, in rural hometowns, hand-rolled noodles are usually very ordinary lunches. When a guest comes to the house, if the host has a prejudice against the guest, he will use his hand to roll out the noodles, and the guest will understand that this is a "broken meal".
In the village, men also know how to roll noodles by hand, and for girls, hand rolling noodles is a necessary skill like needlework.
There is a joke in my hometown: the mother-in-law let the new daughter-in-law cook, the new daughter-in-law will not, and she is embarrassed to say, so she has to harden her scalp and noodles.
A scoop of noodles, mixed with a scoop of water, the new daughter-in-law shouted: "Mother, the noodles are thin." The mother-in-law said, "Dilute the noodles." After a while, the new daughter-in-law shouted again: "Mother, the face is hard again." The mother-in-law said, "Hard mixed with water." After a while, the new daughter-in-law shouted again: "Mother, the noodles are thin again." ”
One moment with water, the next with noodles, the basin will not fit. "Mother, the basin can't be filled." The mother-in-law still said pleasantly: "Let your man change you a big basin." The man who was working in the pigsty listened, his face could not be hanged, and he gave his mother a smiley face and said, "Mother, you see, the pigsty is encircling me." ”
Noodles are the first procedure for rolling noodles, and even noodles are not good, let alone rolling noodles.
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The habit of eating noodles in my hometown
Always tied to me as a wanderer
In the countryside of my hometown, there is still the habit of eating noodles on the seventh, seventeenth and twenty-seventh day of the first lunar month.
In the first month, no matter how rich or poor, every household must eat noodles on three days, which are the seven, seventeen, and twenty-seventh days of the first lunar month.
These three days are the most exquisite and facet "human days" of the common people, eating noodles means to tie people's legs with noodles to ensure peace and security in the year, the first seven tethered children, seventeen tethered middle-aged people's legs, twenty-seven tethered old people's legs, tied the legs, the legs are tied, Yan Wangye can't go, a year of peace and security.
A person, no matter how far he goes, only the taste of his hometown is the most stubborn, it is like a taste positioning system, one end locks thousands of miles away from the other, the other end, it will always be tied to the hometown in the depths of memory.
This taste, in its unique way, reminds us on the taste buds that no matter how hurried the footsteps are, no matter how sad and happy they gather, we must never forget where yesterday came from, the hometown forever.
Suddenly, I thought of my parents who had worked all my life, and I couldn't help but wet my eyes with tears, and many good memories might eventually disappear from my memory.
The wanderer is like a kite, and the noodles are the line that holds the kite, the hand.
(Image from the Internet)