Corn flour rice
It was in the mid-1960s, when I was in junior high school, I went back and forth15km every day, going to school for 8 miles in the morning and coming home for 7 miles after school in the afternoon. In autumn and winter, I hide some sweet potatoes on the roadside every morning and pick them up when I come back from school. Play the purpose of filling the stomach. One day, the head teacher suddenly told us that we would go to a village and a group to have a bitter meal tomorrow, so we don't need to bring any more rice.
Steamed corn rice
When we came to this group the next day, the rice had been steamed, and we waited curiously for the bitter rice. When the teacher announced that he was going to have a hard meal, he found that it was corn meal steamed with mustard seeds (mugwort leaves). Moreover, salt is added to the rice, which tastes particularly fragrant. I ate three bowls at a time. I haven't eaten noodles like this for several days.
Steamed potato cornmeal rice
So this meal is unforgettable for me. It is also my most touching food.
It's wine. It must be wine, that's all.
The first time I drank was in high school. My neighbor held a wedding banquet, and when the adults were not at home, I attended the host's banquet. During the dinner, seven neighbors and uncles at the same table tried to tease me and persuade me to drink. I couldn't resist being advised to drink and drank a lot. Unexpectedly, I drank three of my seven neighbor uncles at the same table. I was drunk myself, so I went home to fetch water from the well and fell into the well water. Although embarrassed, fortunately no one saw it. From this, there is a heroic story about my drinking in the village: I drank one against seven and three. I enjoyed this compliment and was very moved.
Later, when I went to college, I had more opportunities to drink, and I especially liked to ask my friends for a drink. Don't worry about drinking on the first day of school. You still have a semester's living expenses in your pocket. Once this fairy-like life is over, you have to find a way to drink. One way is to play an "upgrade" competition. Inviting girls in the same class to make friends as much as possible is actually an "upgrade" competition. On the girls' side and the boys' side, the bet is midnight snack, of course, with wine, and the loser will treat you. Girls usually lose. Once, a girl lost and invited us to have a snack and drink. I wonder who suggested going to the midnight show on a whim. Seven or eight people spent the night in the off-campus video hall and fell asleep when they were tired of watching the video. Woke up in the morning and found men and women lying around. I am really touched when I think about it now, and I am very touched by this youthful embrace.
I went to the army after graduation. At that time, the troops drank heavily and even used drinking to test their combat effectiveness. Once I accompanied my leader on a business trip to Beijing to win project funds (our army estimated it was 5 million yuan), and the head of Beijing hosted a banquet for us. During the dinner, Beijing officials joked by pointing to the wine glasses for drinking white wine and red wine: No problem with the funds, it depends on your fighting capacity, one glass1100,000. The leader winked at me, and I picked up my glass and drank six cups in a row, winning six million project funds. I ended up drunk. What moved me was that the leader helped me back to the hotel and stayed at my bedside all night. I was afraid that I would get drunk and have an accident and brought me tea and water.
/kloc-at the end of 0/2, I was fortunate enough to participate in an emergency preparation mission of the army. On the fifteenth day of the first month after the New Year, this task was successfully completed. The commander and political commissar of the army hosted a banquet in the guest house, and there were people who participated in the preparations to express their congratulations. On a whim, the commander and political commissar actually drank a large glass of 53-degree white wine first. What moved me was that the chief drank real wine without adding water or replacing it with water. What moved me even more was that one of the leaders actually drank a little too much, called us brothers, and said to us with small tongue: Brothers, you have worked hard. Drink as much as you want tonight. If you drink too much, I'll let the nurses in the military hospital take care of you. That night, more than 20 of the 46 people in the preparatory group drank too much, and four of them were sent to the military hospital for infusion, and the female nurse took care of them all night. My roommate was also drunk and opened the door of the next room with a key. I tried every key, but I couldn't open it, and finally fell asleep at the door next door!
Now I am far away from the wine field, but the atmosphere and lofty sentiments brewed in the wine field still make me deeply miss and deeply moved!
What food will move you? Once this grain of rice was called every grain of hard work, and that mouthful of rice was called the gift of floating mother.
When you are hungry, it will be ok for two or three days, and for five or six days, whatever you eat will move you. Everything in the world and the origin of human beings are all related to this.
So what can I eat that moves me?
This is not delicious, but ordinary things.
See this? Sweet potato, seasonal melon, or sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato. ...
Huang de Nuo Xiang
White sweet sand
It is not surprising that we are used to these things. Now the streets are everywhere, and there are stalls selling them.
Very convenient
Everything in the world is real because it is ordinary. No matter how high or low, all the working people in the world can enjoy it, which is why it can move me.
Because it grows underground, regardless of the north and south of the river, as long as the temperature is right and there is a little nutrition, it can be harvested. Think about it, maybe there is an ugly wife at home. If there is treasure, can you describe it?
It has many unknown influences. Old people can't digest well. What shall we do? Eating it will prolong life. In the countryside, children are gluttonous, except for playing, they just eat. When adults are busy, they ask to accompany you and cook a pot of sweet potatoes. Ok, eat it while it's hot. It's very sweet!
Compared with those rare delicacies, it is undoubtedly inferior. That's right. Let's ask: what? You let my hotel sell sweet potatoes, you might as well go home and coax the dolls! How much money can that thing make?
Its vulgarity can be found in the drama Seven-product Sesame Officer:
Officials do not decide with the people.
Why don't you go home and sell sweet potatoes?
Haha, eat melon! That melon is called sweet potato, which is sweet and yellow, and very nourishing.
I had a vegetarian meal in a Japanese temple.
When I came to study in Japan 30 years ago, I didn't like the international students who can eat whatever they want now. At that time, most of our self-funded international students ate something cheap.
I remember that day was an off-campus activity to experience Japanese culture. The teacher took us to visit the temple. What is fresh in my memory is that the abbot hit each of us on the shoulder with a stick in his hand, as if to warn us that we are not sitting properly.
At noon, we had a vegetarian meal in the temple, which was the best meal I had in my life. I ate slowly and thanked heaven and earth for the delicious food for the first time.
I will never forget this experience.
Ten years ago, I went to primary school. There was no breakfast in the small mountain village at that time. Even if there is, few people are willing to eat it. My mother gets up in the morning to fry rice or cook instant noodles. When winter comes, my mother doesn't feel cold, so let me eat instant noodles by myself. I really liked instant noodles when I was a child. I can't wait to eat three meals a day, but as long as my father is at home, he will get up and cook for me. The most common is my favorite porridge, which we call oil and salt porridge. As the name implies, it is oil and salt porridge, which is very simple and can be prepared in a few minutes. But it is not easy to do now.
What did dad do at that time? First of all, there must be porridge cooked last night, which must be cold, that is, the leftovers from last night are delicious. At that time, we still used a earthen pot and burned firewood. When the pot is hot, we pour the porridge into the pot. The porridge was hot for two minutes. We added a little salt and poured a little oil along the edge of the pot. We use the oil squeezed from peanuts grown at home and cook it for another minute or two, and the porridge will be ready. Porridge is very hot, hot air blows on the face, and the thick rice fragrance is mixed with oil fragrance, and the salty taste is faint. If you drink a big bowl of porridge, this warmth will not disappear all day. ...
I haven't eaten oily porridge for about 1 1 year, but every time I think about it, I can clearly see the scene. Dad stood behind the stove, and the porridge in the pot was steaming. I can't see his face, only a vague figure, just like now I occasionally dream about him and can't see his face clearly. ...
The best food I have ever eaten in my life is the oily wheat porridge made by my father. ...
Bird's nest First, my husband and I went to Thailand for our honeymoon. During the tour, the tour guide introduced that the bird's nest in Thailand is very authentic and famous. I have only heard of it in advertisements before, and I don't know what it tastes like. Since it is a tonic, it should be very expensive. My husband said to buy it for me, but I didn't force it. But when I arrived at the hotel at night, my husband took out the bird's nest from his schoolbag and let me try it. I am very touched. He knows I can't bear to buy it. He comforted me that we don't always eat it when we buy it, and I'm glad you came.
And in the last three months of my pregnancy, my husband bought bird's nest several times to mend my body. He said, "As the advertisement says, if one person eats two supplements, you just need to supplement nutrition." I think he has a lot of ideas.
After living for decades and eating countless meals, I was really "most" moved, as if I didn't.
However, I did eat the "funniest" meal once, and I was extremely happy when I remembered it.
When I was a child, there were several brothers at home. My grandparents, parents and brother all went to work in the fields. Only my grandmother, my brother and I are left at home. I want to eat, so I have to wait until they come back, because my grandmother is blind.
There is a busy farm, and it is very late. Before the workers came back, my brother and I screamed with hunger.
My grandmother taught us to cook porridge in the dark. Fill the pot with water, heat the fire, wash the millet and pour it into the pot. When the water is boiling, you can't fill a lot of firewood. You have to burn a corn stalk and go on.
Good thing it's not burning. Grandma smelled it and said, "It's ready to eat." She gave my brother and me half a bowl. Put some pickles on it first.
We ate and shouted, "It tastes terrible!"
Grandma said, "Then you are not hungry!"
We said, "That's terrible!"
Grandma said, "You made these terrible foods yourself. You must finish it! "
We had to bite the bullet and eat it hard.
When mom and dad came back, grandma asked them to eat the rice out of the pot. A few people watched, no one ate, but they were happy!
I heard that my brother and I ate half a bowl and patted our heads with joy. My brother sat down on the ground with joy.
Only then did I know that the rice that grandma asked us to wash was not processed and peeled. It's not Xiaomi, it's Xiaomi.
Millet skin is for pigs, for pigs!
My parents are afraid that my brother and I won't shit after eating little Milla. In the evening, we drank a little soybean oil. I don't know what it tastes like. Now that I think about it, it's like a snake in my throat.
The next day, our stool was dry and we were asked to drink water. Anyway, we didn't drink it, so we had to ask the barefoot doctor in the county hospital to buy a bottle of Caesar dew.
That guy also said, don't throw away the used plastic bottles, wash them clean, and take some oil later, and be responsible for it yourself.
The little thing naturally stayed on the windowsill, and everyone was happy to see it.
One day I threw it away secretly.
Childhood is the era of planned economy. Poverty hangs over the people in the city, and almost every household eats the same food, so it is really intimate for children to eat extra snacks.
However, what I remember best is that my brother worked as a salesman in a factory after returning to the city from the countryside. He traveled all over the country. Once he suddenly came back from a business trip in Dalian, carrying a cardboard box, and fell to the ground when he entered the room. I watched curiously as my brother opened it. A box full of Guoguang apples, wrapped in papyrus, was covered with frost. Alas, don't mention what happened to me when I was a child. I remember that the price at that time was 0. 18/ kg, and my brother bought a box of 30 kg, which was the most spectacular fruit I bought at home when I was a child. I can't forget it so far, and it is also a great national light that other brands can't replace. So far, I'm still looking for Guoguang apples. In the thick sweet and sour apples, I recall the taste my brother brought back …
Affection is not only the deep affection between you and me, but also the deep and unforgettable feeling of happiness you gave me. It is a lifelong affection, such as the irreplaceable brother in my life and the dependence of my father.
What moved me most was that my son under 8 years old helped me wash my hands and face, receive urine and empty the urinal when I couldn't move. What moved me most was the shredded potatoes my son fed me bite by bite. /kloc-In July of 0/8, a pimple grew on my right cheek. Go to the hospital for examination and say it's hemangioma. It's best to cut it off to avoid trouble in the future and to avoid affecting the appearance.
After general anesthesia operation, lie flat for 8 hours and don't move. My husband has to go to work, my mother-in-law takes care of two-year-old Bauer at home, and my son is alone in the hospital, waiting for my father to come to sleep after work.
It was 2 pm when the operation came out, because I asked for an empty stomach before the operation, and I felt very hungry and thirsty after returning to the ward. My husband is anxious to go to the company to deal with some things. Seeing that I am lying down and there is nothing else, let my son look at me alone.
My son saw that my lips were dry, but he remembered that the doctor told me not to drink water, so he dipped a cotton swab in water to wet my lips.
Because of all kinds of monitors and hanging water, I want to go to the toilet soon. Listen, I have to go to the bathroom. The son ran to the nurse's desk and asked his aunt what to do. The nurse told him that the patient can't go to the ground and can only be solved in bed.
After running back to the ward, the younger son went to draw the curtains. Because it was not high enough, he first pulled the curtain over and wrapped it around himself, and then walked around the bed for half a circle, leaving a relatively private space. Then I washed the newly bought urinal and hung it under the bed, put a towel under my ass and put it on the towel. After urinating, the son carefully carried the urinal to pour and rinse it.
He is a neat freak on weekdays. When his fingers get a little dirty, he must wash his hands. When he reached a smelly space, he wanted to run away. But that afternoon, my son didn't have any impatience and disgust, as if he had grown up at once. I smiled and said to my son, I hope he can still serve me like this after 40 years.
My husband finished dealing with the company's problems very late and finally lasted for 8 hours. I'm so hungry that I can't wait for my husband to bring dinner. So I ordered takeout and my son went downstairs to get it.
He fiddled with the table board on the bed and fed me rice and shredded potatoes with empty boxes. Later, with my leftover rice and vegetables, my son also solved his own dinner. After eating and cleaning up, although my son's movements are very immature, it's good to watch. The shredded potatoes that day were really delicious. This is the best shredded potato I have ever eaten.
The old man said, "raise children to prevent old age." I never thought that one day my son would provide for my old age. The world is so big, I want him to fly as high as possible. But our son has subtly influenced our daily filial piety to the elderly. When he is needed, he can take responsibility and do his best to help his parents. This is the proudest thing for parents! Not moved, just scared.