Text/Cao Rui'e
Shaanxi's cuisine is too numerous to list, and I have a special love for churning. Love because the churned dough made from the snack mother, delicious and delicious.
In the past, the grain was not very abundant, my family of six, my mother was the main force when cooking, and as a girl, I helped my mother work in the kitchen. Thrifty mothers will change their patterns with coarse grains and fine grains. In my memory, every time my mother made a churn, she would chant, and there was more flour to disturb the dough than to roll the noodles.
When my mother disturbed the group, I was responsible for burning the fire. The mother spread the noodles with her left hand and stirred it with a rolling pin in her right hand, and she said that I would burn it quickly, and she said that I would stop and not burn it. Stirring dough is a technical job, stirring dough is good, seventy-two stirring, and it should be stirred clockwise in one direction. A trace of flour slipped into the steaming iron pot in her mother's left hand, and as her right hand stirred, the circles became one. My mother put the lid on the pot and began to make vegetable soup. In winter, we use radish cabbage and tofu noodles, and when the oil is hot, we add red spicy noodles and green onions to make a pot of vegetable soup with the focus of the seasoning. When the soup was ready, my mother opened the lid of the pot and stirred it again with a rolling pin. Use a spatula to fill the bowl with half a bowl of churning dough, use a spoon to serve vegetable soup, smooth and vigorous churn dough with a strong flavor of vegetable soup, the delicious taste wants to salivate.
In the summer heat, my mother made a good dough and gave us leaky fish. The best porcelain pot is used in the leaky fish basin, watching the churn slowly drip from the leaky fish basin into the cool water basin and then become a small fish floating, it is indeed a magical enjoyment. In the summer, the kitchen is sweltering, and when the mother leaks fish, she will put a face towel around her neck and wipe the sweat at any time. The temperature of the kitchen largely determines the temperature of a home. The soup made with seasonal vegetables, tomatoes, leeks, and broccoli is mixed into the fish, and the red, green, yellow, and white colors reflect each other, and the appetite is greatly increased. My father would always eat the fish in a short time when he ate them, and the family ate fish that were both cool and hungry. The smell of love is poured out of the fragrant aroma and the warm delicacy.
In winter, when grinding corn grits, the mother would collect some cornmeal. The corn flour dough is mainly eaten cold, and the mother spreads the dough evenly on the board, and when it cools, it is turned into a square block with a kitchen knife and packed in a steamer. The next morning to make porridge, cut the square churn dough into strips, put them in a bowl, and slip through the cauldron like a steamed bun. Yellow cornmeal is stirred into strips, mixed with red spicy soy sauce vinegar water, green cranberry vegetables, all happiness is left in the delicious.
We all grew up and went out to work, and when we came home, my mother always asked us what we wanted to eat, especially my brother only came back once a year, and after repeated discussions, the final decision was to stir up the dough. My mother went to disturb the dough with great joy, my father burned the fire, and we helped make vegetable soup. We reminisced about making dough in the past, and I asked strangely why when we used to do dough, we would change the basin in the middle, and now I scoop the dough at once. The mother said with emotion that in the past, black noodles were used first, the bottom of the pot was sticky and wasteful, half black and half white, and now that the days are better, they all use white noodles. We laughed and talked about the story of borrowing a neighbor's leaky fish basin in the past years, and it didn't matter whose house the leaky fish basin left by the ancestors was finally left behind, and the beauty in the memory was worth remembering.
After the churning dough is finished, the pot left at the bottom of the pot, the mother will fill the stove with a handful of firewood. The pot will fall off, the mother will pick up the yellow pot into the plate, and whoever wants to eat it will pick up a piece to eat. We told the child that this is the real meaning of the pot, usually the supermarket buys food with additives, and the child says that this is the grandmother's special pot.
I got the true transmission of my mother, and with my understanding, I mastered the technique of disturbing the group. When friends come to their house for dinner, my favorite thing to show is to make churn dough. After a long time, my friend invited me to give them a professor to disturb the group. The temptation of delicious food in the world is great, and the most delicious meals made with love are the most delicious.
Stir the dough, stir up the reunion circle with force. The heart is quiet, and there is tenderness in ordinary life.
About the Author
Cao Rui'e, pen name Unthinkable, is a native of Pucheng, Shaanxi. A lover of literature, he is a member of the Pucheng Writers Association and is good at prose and poetry. Works scattered on the magazine online platform.
Source: Shaanxi Wentan WeChat public account