Childhood life is poor. Don't say milk snacks, even white-noodle steamed buns are rarely eaten. In my entire childhood, I ate the trough cake only once. The memory of this time is too memorable.
Grandma had five children, my father was the eldest, and I had three aunts and an uncle. At that time, my father had graduated from the normal school and worked as a teacher in a village not too far from home, the third aunt was already working in the supply and marketing cooperative, and the second aunt was waiting for the grandmother at home - the grandmother was not in good health because of the death of the grandfather, and she retired at home early, and the uncle was still young. I remember my aunt working in the flour mill in the village and coming home every day in white. Suddenly, one day my aunt happily went to shijiazhuang to go to college, which was a college student recommended by the peasants.
In the year when she was about to graduate from college, she came home from vacation and brought back a bag of snacks. A large group of people gathered around the table, looking at the bag of snacks. The pastry is wrapped in a rough paper of kraft paper, and the oil has soaked the paper with a faint aroma. Grandma untied the paper rope of the pastry, and the rope was also brown paper colored. Four large chunks of fluffy aroma of tempting dim sum appear in front of you. The aunt said it was called trough cake.
I only got one bite of that slot cake. But what a bite that was. It was crispy and soft and fragrant, melting in my mouth, and I was so hungry that I almost swallowed my tongue. It was the most beautiful delicacy in the world that I had eaten when I was ten years old. At that time, I thought that when I grew up, I would go to college like my aunt, and then buy a trough cake that I couldn't finish eating.
When I grew up, I went to college, earned money on my own, and ate a lot of food that I had never seen when I was a child. But I just don't remember to eat the trough cake anymore. Later, many cake shops on the street sprang up, with strange names and sweet snacks. The delicious taste of the trough cake will always remain at the age of ten.
Later, one day, I read the details of Lu Zhaopeng giving Heiwa rock candy in the novel "White Deer Plain", and Heiwa ate something so sweet for the first time, and suddenly she cried. I suddenly remembered the feeling of eating the trough cake for the first time.
One weekend, I habitually went to the mall to hang out. There was a long line at the back door of the mall, and many people were still adding to it, while a familiar aroma wafted in the memory intermittently. I walked over and saw the big sign: Trough Cake. Childhood memories suddenly awakened.
When I got home with two large bags of slot cakes, I couldn't wait to eat one. The trough cake is small, slightly larger than an egg, and it is eaten in three or two bites. There is no light brown thick paper, naturally there is no paper rope, plastic bags. Everything doesn't seem to be what it looks like in memory. But there is also a little bit of taste like, no flavor taste, not sweet, with the aroma of eggs. In all this, what is different? It seems that the flour is whiter and thinner, and the honeycomb fluffiness is smaller.
But it's always comfort. So from time to time, I went to the supermarket on weekends to pick up a bag and go home. This is the year of 2019. Grandma has been in the past for more than ten years, and the aunt has long since retired and moved to Hainan to blow the coconut wind and listen to the waves.
So many people and many things have become a thing of the past, how can I ask for the taste of the trough cake or the taste of the year?