Just like the relationship between trees and soil, mothers are closely related to the kitchen.
Mother's hands are used to washing their hands at the first sight, and there are scars on them that are accidentally injured when cutting vegetables or spilled by oil when cooking. The smell of oil smoke on my mother's body never seems to wash away. This smell is as familiar to the child as the smell of milk when she was a baby ... For the mother, there is no rest day, and she just moves the stove when she comes home from work. Chef seems to be the second job of mothers all over the world. No wonder, when I think of my mother, I naturally see the appearance of the kitchen and the busy figure of my mother with three meals a day.
Mother's way of expressing her love is to cook good food for us. When we sincerely praise the delicacy of a dish, she will be as happy as being rated as an advanced worker. The deepest understanding of this is that I have been away from home. The annual home leave turned into a food festival, and my mother showed me her cooking skills. Every time I go home, my mother will take a good look at me for a while. She's trying to figure out how I'm doing outside from my fat and thin changes. If I happen to gain weight, it means that I have a good life outside. If I lose weight, she will ask if the food outside is bad. Then I'll cook a good meal during the holiday in another way.
I can't do anything about her absurd logic, but I don't want her to worry unnecessarily. I had to attribute all the reasons for my thinness to my unaccustomed diet in the north. I asked my mother to cook me some meals that would make me cry the next day.
I always feel that there is a generation gap with my mother, and sometimes I can't even communicate. For example, every time I go home and put down my luggage, I hope I can talk to her about how I felt after I left for a year. But after my mother helped me put my luggage away, I went straight to the kitchen to work ... soon I could bring out a bowl of broth and let me pad my stomach first. I have to turn what I want to say into nonsense.
Mother's generation has suffered, and the tempering of life has made them pay less attention to spiritual communication. This kind of maternal love is not so rough as tough. Mother poured her love into the kettle pulp and tried her best to make this expression continue to the next generation. When the sister's child comes, the mother should also judge the child's parenting method by the child's fat and thin, and then she should make arrangements to get something to eat for the child. It's a pity that several granddaughters are trying to lose weight, so the meat regarded by their mother as the most nutritious is their current enemy. Once my niece asked me inexplicably, "How does grandma take care of the children and feed the pigs? I always think that being fat is the best? "
I don't know how to explain the way mothers who have experienced the "melon and vegetable generation" express their maternal love. I remember that in that era when sweet potatoes and other things were used to supplement food, my mother almost mobilized all the folk wisdom, cooking, roasting and drying ... My mother almost caught up with the magician in changing sweet potatoes. Looking at those big fish and big meat that few people are willing to move, I am as confused as my mother. How should maternal love be analyzed from the perspective of nutrition? I'm afraid this is beyond the explanation of nutrition. Mother stays in the kitchen, and maternal love is a delicious meal, so simple, secular and inseparable. No matter how simple a porridge and a meal is, we can all taste happiness from it.
The mother in the kitchen is too far away from the artistic image. Accustomed to my mother's cooking, I grew up unconsciously and felt that everything was normal. My memory was like that smoky kitchen, and it was difficult to find a significant light. My mother once talked about the changes in the kitchen at home. We realized that having a good kitchen has always been my mother's greatest wish, but this wish has been ignored. ...
Forty years ago, the kitchen was not a kitchen at all, but a corner of a bungalow used as a dining hall. An earthen stove was set up, surrounded by bundles of firewood and thatch. Mom has to look after the fire when cooking. It is common for her to stop the spatula from time to time, pick up the blowtorch and blow it nonstop, making her head turn white. At that time, my mother couldn't think of any other way, so she had to cook in this dusty place for twenty years. In the next few years, it was finally replaced by a honeycomb coal stove, which saved the trouble of making a fire and cooking. However, the fire of honeycomb briquette is slow and slow, and the dishes that I want to fry often turn into stews, which greatly reduces my mother's cooking skills. She will still use the earthen stove when she meets a holiday or invites guests. When the elder sister got married, she used a liquefied gas tank at home. Although moving liquefied gas tanks is a manual job, my mother is still very happy and doesn't need to make a fire. Everyone is cleaner every day. The problem of fire has been solved, and I feel that there is no special kitchen, and those pots and pans are everywhere. Cooking is as difficult as a Dojo in a snail's shell.
Mom said that she had a dream at that time, and it was enough to have a special kitchen in this life. But it sounded a little extravagant at the time, so my mother was afraid to tell anyone about this idea. But the development and progress of society is always unexpected. In less than ten years, our family also moved into a building with a dining room, living room and kitchen. When I moved into the new house, the first thing my mother went to see was the kitchen. Seeing the gas stove, she started to light it again and again, like a child playing with fire. With the new kitchen, mom is much more tired. She can't stand oil stains or anything to dirty the kitchen. The kitchen has been used for several years and has always been clean.
Decoration became popular in this city a few years ago. The economic conditions at home are relatively good, and I began to consider decoration. The decoration scheme will be determined soon, and the living room and bedroom will naturally be decorated. Only the kitchen has become a forgotten corner, probably because the economy is not affluent, the kitchen is usually uninhabited and there are no guests to go, so naturally it will take a while. Mother has no objection to the plan. Therefore, the transformed kitchen has become an "economically underdeveloped area" at home.
Last year, the family planned to redecorate. This time, my mother suggested that the kitchen must be done by the way.
Mother's words made us feel ashamed. Ignoring the kitchen is actually ignoring our mother. There are many words written to praise mother's love, which may give her a good kitchen. There seems to be not many in this world.
The kitchen was soon decorated according to mom's wishes. Not only have new oil-free kitchen cabinets and stainless steel sinks, but the space also extends to the balcony, where you can look up and overlook the nearby green park. After cooking the first meal in the newly renovated kitchen, my mother said to us, "cooking here is almost like enjoying it." I'm over seventy, and I don't know how many years I can use it? "
I seem to realize that my mother is seventy years old! My mother has a star on her temple. She has been in the kitchen for half a century ... Not long ago, she heard a voice singing in a TV series: "I really want to live for another 500 years". Somehow, it suddenly occurred to me that my mother must want to live for another 500 years, but she doesn't want to hold the "rotation of the sun and the moon", but just for a good kitchen and quietly light long-term fireworks for her children.