Share the taste of the mother

Share the taste of the mother

Rice noodles and crispy rice and dumplings and crispy rice or steamed rice and crispy rice, was popular in the North of a popular snack. Making rice noodles muesli bar with good rice m, immersion Amoy net rice bran, impurity, drain water, steamed to about seven medium water, spread after cooling, ground into fine powders (now basically no artificial grinding, but with the machine). Rubbing muesli bar powder (and face) very particular about, more effort than the surface. Rice flour mixed with boiling water, rubbing repeatedly with both hands, to the full integration of water and powder into a big dough, moderately hard and soft does not touch it. Then take a small cooking starch in Palm work round, flat, fast hands at the same time work of pot. "The pot" as thin, eat when you taste better. Of course, is too thin and easily broken. This is a technology live, much more difficult than making dumplings. Then is to put the prepared filling into the "pot" in the package into dumpling shapes, bigger head than dumpling. M muesli bar filling with personal preferences, both hot and sour, regardless of the effect of meat can be, do not chop like dumplings. Last operation was muesli bar on the steamer steamed rice flour cooked. To heat up, then just coming out of rice flour muesli bar steaming, crystal clear, white as snow, aromatic overflowing, an index finger wide open. Gently bite and wow, so delicious, it is a rare delicacy in the world!
My hometown is the land bank of the Lake, is rich in rice. Rice flour muesli bar using rice flour in folklore since ancient times to the present, the shades. Festivals birthday celebration for elderly people Festival, families are making rice noodles muesli bar in order to celebrate and is used for entertaining guests, ancestors worship. I was a child, although the family was not very wealthy, but rice flour muesli bar without eating less. Mother's clever, days are youziyouwei of the poor. Festivals since Needless to say, even our brother and sister each of several birthday, can eat paint flavor of us rice flour muesli bar. No pork no problem, that Tong fished with some dried shrimp,

Picking tea buds

Picking tea buds during the day, to take advantage of color fresh and processing it into tea at night. This is a tired and fine living, most people are unlikely to do well. Mothers are not only tough and clever, always produce good morning tea. People who drink tea for my family, all unanimously praise. I still clearly remember mother tea processing procedures and scenarios.
A large iron pot with a firewood to burn hot, place the tea bud in wok. To keep turning, or otherwise heated unevenness. Presently, those fresh tea buds color darker, a tree with his head, weak and soft. At this time the House filled with fresh tea, the first operation is complete. Immediately after that to stir tea buds that have been put on the chopping board, just like kneading and rubbing. To strike while, cooling, such as rubbing did not move, so mothers keep, with all your strength and rubbing, rubbing. Sweat rolled down from the face and ever gasp, and steaming tea buds, red with numerous mother's hand. It's "half two thousand drops of sweat tea, a glass of honey flower" is! I feel bad mother, and brought a towel to the mother of sweat on the forehead and face, pass moist smoke herbal tea for mother's throat. The second operation is finished, the night already was in deep. I have to keep my eyes eyes sleepy, went to sleep. Mothers continue to knead well tea buds

Third, the spring tea fragrance

Third, the spring tea fragrance
Each "Spring Green Bank" season, hometown of a gurgling stream, green fun, full bloom, swarm Ying flies. Most Yi Ching Ming when grain rain, tea tree branches out of a sprouting, Green Green. With thumb and forefinger and gently pinched, plucked a delicate green tea flower buds, elegant spring girl in front of a gold pin. Home but not tea, but families at the edges of fields are planted a few tea, to protect their own tea drink a year. As a child, often followed his mother to picking tea leaves. Mothers get a bamboo basket, a little bench, sitting in a tree next to the tea. A hand make it to the tea, a hand picked. Mother's finger on the tea dance, one tree tea buds uniform falling from the trees, soon filled with half bamboo baskets. I stood on the edge of tea plants, two small hand bainen hit with both hands. Finger is to fail, not pinched short, the old tea is picked, was sweating on the face. Messed upand dropped, like rush often mothers simmer. Finally picked the tea bud, feet tired hands were sour, heart and flew away. Saw a only only bird in air designated was beautiful of arc, playing was whistle left, on Yang was neck, staring was a double turning around of large eyes hero to looking was; next to grass in the has a double Butterfly in playing, first stayed see has half day, then and couldn't help with hand to-bashing, to chased; group Dragonfly upper and lower fly, a article small soil snake from feet scurry off, a article bugs in leaves Shang Peristaltic, a flower small spent in wind in the naughty to blinked was eyes, a series berries Flash was temptation of light sth sth Unknowingly, it grew late, good mother was mining a basket full of tea bud. I spoke to the mother behind, his rhymes, a hop and a skip to follow the sunset home.