Memories of the "treasure" street
It's the street around the campus
There are not only a variety of stationery
A wide variety of small snacks
More importantly, it carries the joy and laughter of childhood
Listen to others: when you start to be nostalgic, it means that the mind has slowly become old.
As I grew older, I developed inexplicable emotions about something "old" about it. Such as old objects, old streets and alleys, old tastes...
For example, the fried shrimp cake that I ate in Ishiura many years ago often reminds me of the street entrance in the ancient city of the fishing port, which is eager to taste.
Walking into the ancient city of Shipu Fishing Port, the old shops, old fishing shops and characteristic venues along the street will surely make you feel the strong marine culture, fishing culture, and merchant culture, as if to open up the sealed memory for you.
As the saying goes: one side of the water and soil to raise one person, there is always a deep food culture derived from the old bottom of the taste of the soul, a hometown taste, a childhood memory, has become the nostalgia of many people.
Along the bowl street to pick up the steps, far away to smell the seductive smell of oil pervading the old street, the stall is a local big sister, but today I saw my uncle in charge of the spoon, standing in front of the oil pot in the door of the shop, looking at a spoon in my left hand, a clip in my right hand, busy without hurrying.
When the fried shrimp cake in Shipu Old Street originated is impossible to investigate. In the impression of the Shipu people, they have eaten delicious shrimp cakes in Laojie and nearby towns since childhood. A frying pan was set up on the side of the road, prepared with a basin of batter, a pot of minced green onions, and small shrimp, and a small stall of fried shrimp cakes took shape.
The process of frying shrimp cakes is not complicated, and the shrimp are soaked in salt and a little sweet wine in advance. A spoonful of batter, three or two sea shrimp, a handful of shallots, and another spoonful of batter, "Zi La ~~" into the oil pot jumped out of the indescribable satisfaction.
In about two minutes, the fried shrimp cake is baked, and the fried shrimp cake is neatly arranged on the wire frame, emitting a golden color.
The mouth-watering aroma of oil came to my nose, and I couldn't wait to ask for two copies with my friends. Many diners say that it is packing, and often before they leave the stall, they have already eliminated the shrimp cake by dividing it by two.
"Shrimp cakes should be eaten while hot, and if they are cold, they will not taste good."
The uncle smiled and said that the hot shrimp cake wrapped in a golden crispy shell, biting open is a crispy sea shrimp, with the soft glutinous mouth of the batter overflowing, when biting down in the heart, I feel, yes! This is the taste of the mind, especially in the cold winter months.
Flavor snacks, on the tip of the local people's tongue day after day, year after year of polishing, creating, improving, evolving, improving, the customs and customs as a spice, adding the sunrise and sunset and resting time, the life of the ancient fishing town is properly bloomed in the taste buds, and the appetite has become colorful.
Ordinary ingredients, simple collocations, grounded methods, simple and full of nostalgia, accompanied by those fried aromas, memories have been lips and teeth left fragrant, enough to make people feel excited.
In The street of Shipu Old Street, which carries the traces of old time, the uncle and his wife are silently continuing this simple beauty with their own craftsmanship, and I hope that this grounded snack can be understood by more people...