Pushing open the door at home, my lover has already cooked dinner. He brought a steaming bowl of sweet potato porridge from the kitchen and said to me, "It's cold, eat it while it's hot!" Sweet potato porridge has a strong fragrance, soft and waxy glutinous rice porridge, sweet potatoes and delicious side dishes. I drank a big bowl in one breath and felt much warmer, which reminded me of the sweet potato porridge made by my mother.
I grew up drinking porridge cooked by my mother when I was a child. At that time, living in poverty, there were many brothers and sisters at home, and parents were busy for the livelihood of a large family. After my mother gave birth to me, I was weak and cried day and night because there was no nutritious milk. My mother cooked millet porridge carefully and fed it to me spoonfuls. The sticky millet porridge is sweet and delicious. Under the nourishment of millet porridge, I stopped crying, turned rosy and grew into a chubby little girl.
My mother is very clever and has a pair of skillful hands. She can cook all kinds of porridge, corn porridge, green vegetable porridge, mung bean porridge, pumpkin porridge and sweet potato porridge. Each kind of porridge has its own characteristics, and sweet potato porridge often eats it. In my hometown in the countryside, almost every family grows sweet potatoes, and my father grows some sweet potatoes in the field behind the house every year. He said: "Sweet potato is not delicate and easy to serve. It is the lifeblood of farmers and can fill their stomachs and fight hunger."
In winter, my mother dug out big and fat sweet potatoes from the ground, peeled them and cut them into small pieces, then scoured some broken rice, mixed them together and cooked them in a pot. Mother usually adds two handfuls of firewood to the stove candy, and the fire burns brightly, reflecting her thin face. After a while, my mother lifted the lid, and the pot opened, making a glug sound. Steam overflowed from the kitchen, steaming hot. Mother stirred the pot back and forth with a large spoon to prevent it from sticking, and then simmered it with low heat.
Mother said: "porridge is exquisite, you can't save trouble, you must be patient, and you can't leave people in the pot." We should cook it slowly with strong fire, and then change it to low fire, so that the porridge will not lose its nutrition, and it will be fragrant and mellow. After my mother's cooking, a pot of delicious sweet potato porridge was finally cooked, steaming and full of fragrance. My brothers and sisters and I are already salivating and can't wait to hold the bowl and drink. Rice congee-Red potatoes, red and white, are particularly attractive, and they feel sweeter and softer when eaten in the mouth. I wolfed down Land Rover, and often burned the hot sweet potato porridge until my tongue stuck out. Mother looked at us greedily and said, "Eat slowly! "Be careful to burn out, there is still a lot in the pot, enough for you to eat!"
At that time, it was particularly cold in winter, and my hands and feet were frozen like popsicles. The family sat around the dining table, eating and laughing happily. No matter how cold it is, as long as you drink two bowls of warm sweet potato porridge, you will feel sweet, warm and sweet.
Sweet potato contains many kinds of substances needed by human body, which is rich in nutrition and has certain medicinal value. Has the effects of enriching blood, promoting blood circulation, promoting digestion, warming stomach, and clearing away heat. Drinking more sweet potato porridge can nourish the liver and kidney and enhance the resistance. In those hungry years, my mother's sweet potato porridge lit up the hard days for us and warmed my childhood and youth.
Times have changed now. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have tasted various kinds of porridge, such as health porridge, preserved egg porridge, tremella porridge and lotus seed porridge. But my preference for sweet potato porridge has never changed, and I often miss the taste of sweet potato porridge I ate as a child. Every time I go home, my mother will cook me a big bowl. The long-lost taste is still the same as before. Sweet and mellow. It is the smell of hometown and family, which will accompany me all my life.