Last night I read a book and saw such a sentence, quite a lot of emotion. "Food, not just food, food is the password of the hometown, is the data interface of all the information of the hometown, the taste of the food, the process of food production, and dialect, etiquette, geographical character, is the same as the dialect, etiquette, geographical character, is the small-scale hometown that we carry with us."
Probably because I have been away from my hometown in the northwest for a long time, when I saw this sentence, many memories of my childhood suddenly came to my heart.
I remember when I was a child, my mother had a mantra. Saying ,"Leftovers are surnamed Zhang, the hotter the more fragrant" At that time, because the family was poor, they often did not have enough to eat. Basically, the family eats potatoes, sweet potatoes, and corn cobs as the staple food. Occasionally, I also make some steamed dumpling noodles. And batter gnocchi is our common meal. Gnocchi back then was simple. It is to put some potatoes in the water to boil, potatoes are cooked and then put gnocchi, mom and dad at that time on the mountain to open the terraces, sometimes very late to come back, so to make a meal me and my brother and brother have to eat three meals. We make it for us in the morning, and we will eat it ourselves hot at noon. If you can't finish eating, continue to eat hot at night. Maybe it was because I didn't eat it at that time. Leftovers to eat are also delicacies. As my mother said, "The leftovers are surnamed Zhang, and the hotter the more fragrant."

Since coming to Gangnam, ramen has rarely been seen, and occasionally I am very happy to see a "Lanzhou ramen restaurant". Ramen noodles are also one of the delicacies in the northwest, with beef bone soup as the main soup, with white radish to remove the fishy taste, plus seedlings, coriander flavor, and then add spicy seeds and vinegar, which can be regarded as the best breakfast in the early morning.
The brewed skin in the northwest is also beautiful, the brewed skin that washes out the gluten is thin and translucent, and the glutinous and solid without washing the gluten is chewy. Puree, oil spicy seeds, sesame sauce, with the old vinegar of Jiangxi, like to eat the ingredients of cucumber, coriander embellished, really fragrant and spicy and flexible, the entrance is into the heart of the refreshing.
For me, however, beef noodles and stuffed skins are not really good food, I like sweet gametes in the alleyways, gray beans, and Dongguo pears stewed on the coal stove in the alleys in winter.
Sweet gamete is the common name of sweet wine brewing, in the summer, there are grandmothers in the laneway who cook wheat and put wine koji. After two days, the aroma of wine will be emitted, the sugar water will be cooled, and two small stools on a Kang table will begin to do business. A bowl of sweet wine makes a dime plus a bowl of sugar water and a dime. So at that time, on a hot summer day, it was a luxury to have 5 cents to eat two bowls of sweet wine.
Gray beans are actually put alkali boiled round beans, in the countryside we people call alkali ash, because the raw material for alkali boiling alkali is the limestone boiled out of the mountain. The beans cooked with alkali are called gray beans. These two foods are the most relieving. Every summer. As long as they hear that someone has heat stroke and is dizzy, mom and dad will buy them a bowl to eat. Looking back on it now, it's really warm. Missed it so much.
Winter pears are a delicacy in winter. It is said that eating cooked fruit often can prevent colds and coughs, so there are always a few days in the winter when there are winter fruit trees in the family, and the children are cooked to eat, while the people in the city can only go to the streets and alleys to buy and eat. I remember eating boiled dongguo pears squatting and eating them. The alley is narrow, the table is small, the old woman put out a boiled Dongguo pear plus three red dates, the bowl is held in the hand against the wall and squatted, calling the soup soup a mouthful of the sweetness of the rock sugar instantly melted the feeling of a day's tiredness.
The food in memory is always the sweetest. When I grew up, I used to make these delicacies and eat them. I have never eaten the taste of my childhood, nor can I find the feeling of childhood. Maybe the sweet taste of childhood is our small-scale hometown!