It's approaching the New Year, when you see this topic when you brush Weibo, what do you eat that makes you think of the New Year?
This reminds me of a kind of pastry that I was particularly hungry when I was a child, called Honey Three Knives. At that time, this kind of pastry was used to visit relatives and friends, of course, this is no longer used.
The reason why it is called honey three knives, according to legend is the Northern Song Dynasty, our foodie poet Mr. Su Dongpo often with friends in the chanting poems, one day, Su Dongpo got a sword, so he drew three knives on the bluestone, at this time the servant brought up a plate of pastries, this pastry also has three knife marks, this pastry is also particularly sweet, so Su Dongpo named this pastry Honey Three Knives, like this another dish called Dongpo buckle meat, it can be seen how much our ancestors love to eat.
When I was a child, I grew up in Shandong, and every year in the first month of the month, my grandmother always loved to take me to relatives. I still remember that year there was heavy snow on the goose feathers, the road was very slippery, Grandma carried the basket to grandma's house, all the way the wheat seedlings were covered with heavy snow, Grandma said that the next year must be a bumper harvest year, looking up at the sky for a moment, I did not pay attention to slip a fall, the fruit in the basket fell out. The honey three knives wrapped in oil-lined paper fell a few pieces and fell into the snow, Grandma stood up and patted the snow on her body, picked up the three knives that had fallen and wiped them with a handkerchief and put them in her mouth, smiled and said to me, Very sweet, do you want to taste it?
Saying that, I stuffed a piece in my hand, it was really sweet, I smiled, and my grandmother laughed along with it, and I think it must have hurt my grandmother when she fell. At that time, I wanted to wait until I grew up and honor her with a honey three knives.
Later, with the departure from home to school, two trips a year, when leaving home, Grandma always held my hand and did not let go, probably missed it too much, separated I don't know when I can meet again, Grandma is getting older, full of white hair and few teeth left, still can't chew too hard things, I always go home to give Grandma some money, let her buy something to eat herself. And Grandma prepared my favorite honey three knives for me every time.
Now that I am married and have my own children, I am in a different place for more than a year and have not returned home, and now I miss my grandmother more. A few days before the New Year, I called my grandmother in advance and told her that this year I came home, my grandmother cried with joy, told me that I wanted to see my daughter who was about to turn 5 months old, and I said that when we came home, you could not only see but also play with it.
This time I think my grandmother will prepare honey three knives for us again, and this time it will not be me alone, and I think my other one, I think grandma must be very happy.