Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moon. Everyone loves the moon in their hometown. That's about it.
——Ji Xianlin, "The Moon is hometown Ming"
Just after Teachers' Day in September, the Mid-Autumn Festival "gift package" from my hometown arrived safely after a two-day trek. In addition to mooncakes, there are also walnuts, bacon, sausages and other foods.
Mooncakes are still the favorite ham lump. Unpack the package, eagerly open the mooncake package and start eating.
I don't know if anyone has lived in a foreign country like me for nearly 10 years, and the most loved thing is still the food in my hometown. I can't forget all kinds of rice noodles, fried potatoes with roasted tofu, and even a bowl of pickles with rice. In the past two years, the most I have bought on Taobao seems to be tempeh, curd milk, sour and spicy leek flowers and pop-pickled sauerkraut in my hometown. I'm sorry...
The annual Mid-Autumn Mooncake is also the same.
In my heart, whether it is egg yolk or lotus paste, or the mooncake world's five kernels, crayfish and other dark series, it has never been better than the Dian style of the Great Yunnan, even if you don't pull out the No.1 ham lump, even the big and large cake crusts produced in our small place can throw those goods up dozens of streets.
In addition to the first two years, every year on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my sister will express the taste of her hometown. Over the years, the blessings and thoughts of relatives have never been absent. So close to the hearts of my loved ones, I knew that what separated me was only the distance in physical space.
I still remember the Mid-Autumn Festival of childhood, at noon, it must be to pull a large basket of peanuts in the field, the kind of peanuts with fresh red mud, carefully washed, and cooked in a large iron pot with a lid on the lid of the pot until it is noodles and fragrant.
After dinner, I lifted the dining table to the patio, put it on the mooncake that I bought early and bought "hidden" in a place where our children could not find it,—— is the kind of big "ox cart rudder" with sesame seeds on the dough and stuffed with sugar winter melon sugar, walnuts, plus their own pomegranates, persimmons and large pears, a big steamed fragrant and sticky steamed cake, wait until the moon is in the middle of the day, after the moon, the whole family, young and old, sit around the patio, smash walnuts, divide the moon cake, eat peanuts, peel pomegranates... You scramble for me, your stomach is round, and the brothers and sisters still have to separate the remaining walnuts evenly, pack them up separately, and then hold them to sleep...
Now, except for the ham lump that my sister couriered to me the other day, I have never bought a mooncake. Walnuts are eaten almost all year round.
The sugar fried chestnuts on the street are also indispensable "snacks" in autumn and winter.
Time is passing and we are getting old. The times are getting better and better, more and more delicious food, fewer and fewer reunion days; life is getting richer and richer, expectations are getting thinner and thinner, simple happiness is getting farther and farther away...
Mid-Autumn Festival, we used to jokingly call it the "Festival of Supporting Wounds".
In this harvest season, there are so many delicious foods that you can't eat them. For a person who eats (rice) (barrels), there is no festival that makes me feel happier than the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I'm Uncle Light Frost, thanks for the attention.