My mother-in-law is a delicate and delicate woman. There will be a home-made pickle on the table for every meal. The family all likes the snacks made by her.
1: Doubanjiang
In winter, before freezing, my mother-in-law would cook the soybeans in a pot, and then put the cooked beans in a clay pot to ferment. After a few days, the cooked beans will spit out some sticky threads, and slowly the beans will change color. After a short time, the beans will all turn black. My mother-in-law said that they can be put in the sun to dry. At this time, I think of the wriggling silkworms. It seems that these black beans can also move, otherwise they can spin silk.
The weather at this time is still mild. Although it is not as cool as autumn, it is most suitable for drying things. I helped my mother-in-law dry the fermented beans on the roof of my east house. My mother-in-law had already laid a large nylon bag on the roof. When the beans were poured in, they became sticky, so I spread them with my hands. The east and west rooms of my house have flat roofs, and anything that needs to be dried is placed on it. I remember that when my eldest brother first bought a mobile phone, the signal was not good. Every time he made a call, I saw him hurriedly running to the roof, and then I found him holding a mobile phone that looked like half a brick while shouting: Did you hear it? Listen! Are you here yet? I was wondering under the roof, is this convenient or inconvenient?
Every few hours, my mother-in-law would go up to the roof and flip the beans. The beans would soon break away and eventually become independent on their own. The leaves of the sycamore tree under the south wall had fallen off. Occasionally, small branches fell on the beans, and my mother-in-law carefully picked them out. Sometimes a black magpie will fly over, smell it with your nose, the smell is not that good, and then fly away with a flap of its wings.
Grandma put the dried beans into a clean paper bag and told me to make bean paste to eat next spring.
The common people are most afraid of the deep spring, when there is no harvest, and there is no money to buy food at this time, so every household used to make bean paste. The mother-in-law tied the paper bag and put it into the kitchen. My mother has never made it, and I want to learn from my mother-in-law's craftsmanship.
There is a lot to eat in the first month. When the first month comes, my mother-in-law will prepare doubanjiang. My mother-in-law said that the green radish at this time has been stored in the winter, and the unique smell of radish has disappeared. It is the best time to make dumplings or make bean paste.
My mother-in-law and I washed the radishes we took out from the cellar and cut them into nice-looking cubes. We first put the sun-dried beans in a large basin, and poured green radish, green onions, ginger, and peppercorns on top. Pour the boiled salt water into it while it's hot, cover the pot with a lid, don't move it, let it sit overnight, it will ferment for one day and then you can eat it.
Under the fermentation of the beans, half a cube of radish slowly seemed to be cooked, and it felt soft when you bite it with your teeth. In the morning, my mother-in-law got up early to make millet porridge, and put a bowl of black and green bean paste on the table. When I moved my chopsticks, I could only feel one thing, it was fresh and spicy. The whole family was sweating after eating this meal, especially me, who ate an extra steamed bun and planned to lose weight.
Later I learned to make bean paste, but most of the time my mother-in-law fermented the beans for us in winter and brought them to our homes. I only made ready-made bean paste in spring. When I was in Linjia Village, I served Doubanjiang to a poet friend of mine at the wine table. After finishing one bowl, the poet friend asked for another. He said it was the most delicious Doubanjiang he had ever tasted. Many years later, in Zhucheng When we got together, he said that what he missed most was the Doubanjiang he had at my house.
2: Chive zygote
In the sultry summer, when the family eats less, my mother-in-law will change the taste of the family. Seeing my mother-in-law busy every day, I have always been interested in food. Without research, feel guilty.
My father-in-law drinks a few sips at every meal, and I can smell the smell of alcohol on him even from a distance. Sometimes I joke with him, saying, Dad, how many large bottles of wine have you drunk in your life? The mother-in-law said that he had been soaked in wine for a long time. The father-in-law, whose eyes had become cloudy because of drinking, said slowly, "On that day when you see that I don't drink anymore, please prepare my funeral. Wine is my life."
The pickles on every meal are carefully made by my mother-in-law to cater to my father-in-law’s taste. The relationship between them existed day after day amid quarrels and curses.
Summer leeks grow tall, like a radiant woman who has lost her mind. Both spring leeks and autumn leeks can be fried and eaten, but summer leeks will rot in the ground if not managed. . Under the careful care of my mother-in-law, the vegetables in my vegetable garden are always fresh and fresh no matter what season they are.
After lunch, my mother-in-law's figure was wandering in the vegetable garden. She said that it was not good to cut leeks in the morning because of the heavy dew and the roots of the leeks would easily rot after seeing water.
There is also knowledge in cutting leeks. My mother-in-law used a leek knife two centimeters above the root of the leek and slowly cut the leek into the basket. Then use a leek knife to mark the cut leek field and bury the leek roots with soil. I am worried that the leek roots will rot due to rain at night. In the afternoon, the vegetable garden was surrounded by hot air, and the strong fragrance of chives filled the small space. The white hair on my mother-in-law's head was soaked, and her floral shirt was also soaked.
The mother-in-law sat down on the bluestone outside the gate. When she saw her mother-in-law coming back from cutting leeks, the neighbor's sister-in-law came over and picked leeks with her mother-in-law. While they were picking leeks, they chatted in the east and west. I would wash the leeks picked by my mother-in-law at home. My mother-in-law waited for my sister-in-law to come home and started making noodles. My mother-in-law’s pasta making skills are also top-notch, she said. The most important thing when making a leek box is that the dough should be soft and soft. She showed me the mixed dough with her hands, and the dough seemed to be dripping from her palm, like water.
After the meeting, you need to wake up for a while. Grind the leeks into fine pieces with a knife, mix them with the scrambled eggs, and if there are dried shrimps or dried shrimp skins, grind them with a knife and mix them in. Finally, pour in peanut oil and salt. My mother-in-law said to add salt last. The leek zygotes will be delicious.
The mother-in-law tore the soft dough with her hands, gently put it with a rolling pin, put the leek filling on the rolled out dough piece, and twisted it clockwise with her hands, forming a layer of twist nose. It just appeared on the dough, and then pressed hard with the palm of the hand, and then the mother-in-law threw the pressed leek zygotes onto the hot pancake, and ate it, the oil in the zygotes made a popping sound due to the heating. After a while, the mother-in-law turned the leek spores over with a shovel. A layer of emerald yellow knotted on one side of the leek spores. When the mother-in-law turned the other side, it was also emerald yellow. The prepared leek zygotes should be eaten while hot, preferably with porridge. My mother-in-law will make a mixed pickle with coriander, chili, green onion and shredded pickles. Leek zygotes, shredded pickles, porridge, another full meal.
Three: Sesame Cake
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had a severe reaction. I was teaching at that time, and the doctor in the village was an uncle of mine. He criticized my husband and said that my niece's pulse was so weak, how could she hold a piece of chalk?
After school at noon and walking on the road, I worried about eating lunch. I would vomit after eating something. The unpleasant taste almost made me vomit out my internal organs. At the end of the vomiting, I vomited bile, and my mouth felt like I had chewed coptis.
It’s only about 200 meters from school to home, but it feels like I’ve walked a long way. I feel exhausted and feel a little dizzy after walking a few steps. Wang Shulan is my student. She said, Teacher, are you sick? The face is like a fallen egg yolk.
Before I even reached the door of my house, a sweet fragrance that I had never smelled entered my nostrils. This fragrance was like an open spring, guiding my appetite. I wanted to eat. , this is my first good reaction since becoming pregnant.
The big yellow dog saw me walking into the house, followed me kindly, and even licked my trouser legs with his mouth attentively. The civet cat, which had been fed by my mother-in-law and was overweight, lay lazily on the patio. Inside, the piece of bamboo was swaying in the wind, and an oriole flew over the bamboo leaves with a beautiful cry.
After get off work, go and lie down on the kang first, and Mom will make sesame cakes for you. My mother-in-law was so busy that she was sweating profusely.
When there is dough made by my mother-in-law on the panel inside the door, and her mother-in-law is frying sesame seeds and peanuts in the pot, the delicious aroma comes from the pot. I went back to the house, put down my backpack, and quickly helped my mother-in-law light the fire.
My mother-in-law asked me to go back to the house and rest. I said I was in good spirits today and I wanted to see how my mother-in-law made sesame cakes. These were things my own mother had never done. My mother-in-law told me a story while frying sesame seeds. There are two brothers: the eldest father-in-law and the father-in-law. The old woman and the father-in-law live together. One time, the eldest in-law was cooking dumplings at home and the old woman met her. However, the eldest in-law was not filial and didn't want to feed the old woman, so she lit the fire vigorously without opening the pot. The old woman also knew about the dumplings she cooked at home, so she deliberately refused to leave. After the old woman left, the dumplings the eldest mother-in-law took out were not dumplings but thick noodle soup.
The old lady who got home was very sad and said that if I had made the dumplings, I would have wanted to give them the soup. Why would she be so cruel and would rather suffocate the dumplings than give them to me to eat? The mother-in-law felt sad after hearing what she said, and wanted to improve her life to make her happy, but the family did not have the money to cut meat and make dumplings.
My mother-in-law found some sesame seeds and a small bowl of peanuts in the shabby kitchen at home. She fried them, ground them, and mixed them with noodles to bake sesame cakes for her. Unexpectedly, after eating the sesame cakes, she... Said it tastes much better than dumplings.
From then on, my mother-in-law often made sesame cakes for her to eat. Later, when the old woman got old, her parents-in-law did not support her, so she took care of her alone. Finally, the old woman was seriously ill, and what she wanted to eat most was the sesame cake baked by her mother-in-law. She was worried that her teeth would be bad, so she used eggs and peanut oil to knead the dough without using any water. The sesame cake baked in this way was fragrant and crispy, and went into your mouth. Just melt.
Listening to my mother-in-law’s old story about coming to my house, I suddenly realized that eating is also a kind of morality.
My mother-in-law crushed the fried sesame seeds and peanuts with a rolling pin, peeled the peanuts, mixed the ground sesame seeds and peanuts with white sugar, and put them in a large bowl. Mother-in-law has already made the noodles, and she also made them with eggs and peanut oil. I rolled out the dough and my mother-in-law made the buns in the same way as the leek box. The only difference was the leek filling instead of the sesame filling. As soon as the sesame cake is put into the pan, because it is a mixture of eggs and oil, a layer of sweet aroma will immediately float over my cabin, and the oily yellow sesame cake will be ready in a while. Before I even started the pot, I picked up one and stuffed it into my mouth. It was so delicious. I ate three of them in one go. My mother-in-law's wrinkles spread with joy.
I knew you must like to eat this food. In the past few days, I have been thinking about how to awaken your sense of taste.
After listening to my mother-in-law’s words, I was not only grateful that the sesame cake awakened my sense of taste that I had lost for more than a month, but I was also grateful to my mother-in-law for teaching me what filial piety is.
Four: Green Onion Vegetables
At the end of autumn, the persimmon trees were covered with strings of yellow lanterns, my big pomegranates also smiled crookedly, and my father-in-law started to harvest in the river ditch. Motherwort for keeping warm in winter. My mother-in-law said that my father-in-law did not know how to do farm work when he was young. She was good at stacking and raising piles in the yard. She shook her fur blue gown and said that all women who have good jobs are forced out by lazy men. If you don't do it and he doesn't do it, how can this family live? There has to be someone who does it, and the person who does it will be the one who is tired of life.
My mother-in-law knows how to live a careful life, and no one can hoe the fields faster. No matter how hard the days are, the children still eat one meal at a time, and every meal is delicious. Winter is coming, and my father-in-law is busy building a cabbage cellar to store cabbage and green onions. The green onions are still green, and my mother-in-law will pick off the young green leaves, leaving only the green onions and old leaves. Boil the newly received peanuts in a pot, cut the green onion leaves into small pieces, put the peanuts on the bottom, sprinkle with appropriate salt and pepper MSG, stir it with chopsticks, and the light green onion dish is ready.
In the evening, my mother-in-law would cut the pumpkin into small cubes, cook it in a pot, stir the flour into very fine grains, and make a pot of sweet pumpkin porridge. My mother-in-law would mix a little flour with cornmeal to steam a pot of corn tortillas. The fragrant corn tortillas, light onion vegetables, and sweet pumpkin porridge would give the whole family a full meal. Maybe, as my mother said, we farmers' children are just idiots, accustomed to eating simple meals. Once we have the opportunity to go to a big hotel to eat sea cucumber and abalone, we not only feel guilty about lavishing rare delicacies, but our stomachs are also growling with hunger, and we are sweating. It means that if you eat when you are poor, you will feel uncomfortable if you eat when you are rich. If you don't adapt to it, your stomach and heart will feel uncomfortable. Especially my heart, I feel like I have been immigrated.
Five: Spicy dishes
Just after winter, spicy dishes are on the market.
Mother-in-law and some aunts wandered around the market in small groups, some carrying baskets and some carrying small baskets. The baskets they made themselves had round or square bottoms. The upper layer will be mixed with a layer of different colors, and the basket will look like a very practical handicraft. The second sister-in-law next door makes the best baskets. I have always liked the small, round baskets she made. One time when I went home, she gave me one. When I got home, I wove some fabric patterns I bought into the basket. Inside, a very delicate flower basket hangs diagonally above the shoe cabinet. Every time I look up when I go home, I see the basket, and the shadow of my hometown flashes in my mind.
My hometown is like a woven basket. My mood, my concerns, and my nostalgia bloom in its small space.
There are two types of spicy vegetables, one is called stupid spicy vegetables and the other is called foreign spicy vegetables. My mother-in-law told me that only stupid spicy dishes can be used to make spicy dishes, and the spicy dishes made are spicy and fresh.
Spicy vegetables can be pickled, and the spicy vegetable dumplings made by my mother-in-law are also delicious. She will first stuff the washed spicy vegetable dumplings into the pickle jar, preferably a mud jar, and the mother-in-law will pour the water used to cook the dumplings. Pour it into the pickle jar, add aged soy sauce slices and fried peanuts. The pickled pickles at the end of the year are ready to eat. They are so crispy! Gently cut out a pickle with your hands, which is yellow and bright. At the beginning of spring, thin shreds of pickles, thin shreds of chili peppers, fried lean meat, and the father-in-law's small wine was eaten all over the place.
When making spicy dishes, choose the kind that are large and neat. My mother-in-law will buy a bag of them at a time and save them for the whole winter. Choose one or two and put them outside. The other mothers-in-law will dig a deep hole in the mound outside the gate and bury the spicy vegetables in them. You can eat them as you go, and they will be fresh every time.
My mother-in-law is very particular about cooking spicy dishes. She usually cooks them after dinner so that they can be eaten the next morning. Slice the washed spicy vegetables first, and then cut them into shapes slightly thinner than chopsticks. Put a little oil in the pot, add the spicy vegetables and stir-fry until they are about six ripe. Add the shredded radish, usually the amount of a whole radish. Mix the shredded radish with a shovel and immediately put it into a jar or small basin. The heat cannot escape and cover the top layer tightly with radish slices. If you like spicy food, add a handful of peeled peanuts.
In the morning, my mother-in-law will cook sweet potato porridge, which is porridge made of sweet potatoes and rice, white and plump steamed buns, and spicy vegetables that make you sweat. If you catch a cold, eat the spicy vegetables with a chopstick, and your nose will It went smoothly immediately.
Six: Peanut Candies
As the saying goes, it is the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year is one day closer. Xiaonian is an unusual year, and my mother-in-law told those who are far away from home to think about going home.
Every family is very busy steaming rice cakes, making tofu, sweeping dust, and buying new year's goods. On the New Year's Day, my father-in-law went to the market early and bought jujubes, persimmons and candies. My children and I still like to eat the peanut candy made by my mother-in-law.
Grandma Peanut chooses the round and plump ones, fry them during the day, rub off the peanut coating, grind them into small pieces with a rolling pin, and put them in a dustpan. After we had dinner, my father-in-law drank some wine and wiped his mouth. I immediately made some tea and handed it over. The old man watched TV happily and said, "It depends on your mother's craftsmanship again, your mother." This craft is not made in a day or two. You should also learn from it and cook and eat it yourself in the future.
I said, Dad, why don’t you know anything?
Who said I can’t do anything? I know how to kill pigs, but I quit now. When my father-in-law was young, he killed pigs at the food station.
It’s not that easy if you want to wash your hands in a golden basin. You will still go to hell after death. I was joking with my father-in-law.
Crow's mouth, what is immortal, a little New Year's Eve. My husband almost shaved my ear and gave me a fierce look. I quickly got off the kang to help my mother-in-law light the fire.
My mother-in-law asked me to shake the ground peanuts to see if there were any peanut particles, and asked me to find a rolling pin. My mother-in-law also told me to use a thin fire and only use wheat straw to burn it. The fire should be even and slow. After the water boiled, my mother-in-law poured a pound of brown sugar into the pot. About five minutes later, she lightly dipped the top of her chopsticks into the water and saw a long string pulling up. She asked me to pour the peanuts into the pot. The mother-in-law began to stir-fry quickly, and quickly poured the peanuts that had been stir-fried into pancakes into the panel, and quickly used a rolling pin to smash them into large thin pieces, and then quickly cut the large peanuts into small pieces. Chunks of peanut candy.
My mother-in-law’s series of movements were like a well-trained soldier. These movements were done in one go, which made my eyes go straight. After offering food to Grandpa Stove King, the children and I rushed to eat the peanut candy made by my mother-in-law. It was crispy, sweet and crispy. My daughter said it was much more delicious than the ones sold in supermarkets. My son joked that he wanted to apply for a patent for his mother-in-law. My father-in-law said, Speaking of patents, there are so many things that belong to the common people. Can you apply for them?
I don’t care about patents. As long as the people have food to eat and the weather is smooth, it is more practical than any patent. My mother-in-law’s words became more and more popular.