Everything has its own taste, for example, apples are sweet, pineapples are sour, and bitter melons are bitter.
When I was a child, whenever I met sports, I always "ran away" and "chickened out", but when I met ice cream, it was completely different. So whenever I was exercising, my mother took out her "killer skill" under the condition of listening to good news and bad news, and I was shot. She actually let me exercise with ice cream that has been sealed for a week! Finally, I was helpless and went to the runway. At this time, the taste in my heart is bitter, like the taste of jealousy!
My mother said, "It's almost Children's Day. You should run well and be less lazy, do you hear? " After that, I was dragged onto the runway. She picked up her cell phone and began to time. I just felt my feet hit the ground, and then a gust of wind passed. Suddenly, there was a bang in some places in front of the terminal. "ah!" I hurt my knee, and waves of pain went straight to my heart, full of bitterness. Just when I wanted to stand up, I found my mother coming. I suddenly feel that I can eat ice cream after getting up for a while. Not bad! Wait a little longer, the sweetness of ice cream goes straight to the heart, sweet!
I didn't expect to be greeted by a reprimand instead of sweetness. My mother said, "You are too old to get up on the ground. Get up! " "I tried to argue that ginger is still old and spicy, and I naturally can't resist my mother. Alas, the sweet has suddenly turned bitter, and the ice cream tastes terrible!
The movement is over, yeah! Liberated, to eat ice cream! But my mother said, "What to eat? I don't like ice cream just after exercise, and my stomach hurts ... "Although I said yes, I was playing drums in my heart. After my mother left, I picked up an ice cream and began to eat it, no matter what he was doing. Wow! Cool and sweet are in my heart!
At night, I really have a stomachache. I really didn't listen to the old man and suffered a loss. However, as the saying goes, suffering is a blessing. Mom is running around, I know it is still the sweetest taste, the taste of care, the taste of love!
Composition with Different Flavors 2 Today, the teacher gave us a magical composition class. This class made me deeply feel the taste of nature.
Taste 1: the smell of weeds. Weeds can be seen everywhere in our lives, but we hardly feel their existence, let alone their taste! The teacher asked us to take out the grass prepared in advance and let us close our eyes and feel for three minutes. I spread my imaginary wings and smelled fresh grass in the rain: fresh, fishy and insect. ..............................................................................................................................................
Taste 2: The smell of earth. There are many kinds of soil, such as yellow soil and black soil ... Today, I smell the soil. The teacher asked us to take out the dirt prepared in advance and let us close our eyes and feel it for three minutes. In this short three minutes, I felt the long time and began to fidget! Although the soil has no smell of grass, it is mixed with the fragrance of grass; There is no tangy aroma, but there is a smell of smoked nose; It has no fresh taste, but it has strong vitality.
Taste 3: the taste of stone. Stone is no longer ordinary, but I see its extraordinary side. I smell layers of dust through my sense of smell. Through the friction of the stone, I smelled the smell of burning. Maybe this stone was left over from a volcano that erupted hundreds of millions of years ago. Perhaps this stone has been hit by countless rivers; Maybe this stone has gone through many vicissitudes to get to today. So this stone has the flavor of history, streams and vicissitudes.
I smelled the smell of grass in this class; Soil vitality; The vicissitudes of stone. As long as we pay attention to the dribs and drabs of nature, there will be novel discoveries.
Different Flavor Composition 3 I have no memory of my childhood hometown, except that there are always new fragrant steamed buns and lingering osmanthus fragrance in front of my door.
Life in the mountains and forests is nothing particularly famous. If there is, it can only be the innocence of nature. There are no big fish and big meat in every household, but it is worth talking about making pasta.
The towel held the cage cover and lifted it at once. The mist slipped out from the bottom of the cage cover and dreamy eyes filled the room. "Eat buns!" The children rushed into the room from the outside, washed their hands and sat at the table with expectation. A cage of steamed bread was served on the table, and the steamer was sending out fog, which slipped under the nasal cavity with the fragrance of steamed bread. No one can resist the temptation of this fragrance, and exhausted children scramble to grab it one by one. I caught a small steamed bun and observed it carefully. Its dough is folded into several layers. When I lifted the edge of the dough, my wrist twisted and left a sharp point at the top. Seen from the top, the molded skin unfolds like a blooming flower. Into the mouth, delicious hot oil slipped out of the skin. The fragrance of oil and meat fills the whole mouth instantly. Boutique, the dough is thin and firm, the meat is full but not greasy, and it is oily and delicious. If you eat one, you will linger and have an endless aftertaste.
In my hometown, eating a cage of steamed buns must be accompanied by a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus syrup, which is brewed by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree at my door. Every autumn, my mother will take me to pick osmanthus. Although there is only one flower, the fragrance is three miles. When it is in full bloom, the house at home will be full of flowers and the flowers will be overflowing. Take the flowers, mix them with sugar, can them and wait for a week. Can make sweet-scented osmanthus sauce, which is more beautiful with steamed buns.
The cage is covered with sauce, and osmanthus flowers are distributed like stars, emitting sweet flowers and gravy, mixed with fragrance. Bite it down one by one, and the sugar sauce and gravy will flow out together, leaving the lips and teeth fragrant.
When I grew up, I never ate the fragrant steamed bread again, and my memory of that pure mountain forest was fixed in that faint fragrance. The fragrance of the countryside was deeply attached to my feelings, and time did not stop, and my thoughts poured in unconsciously.
My hometown is in Weinan, the widest part of Qinchuan in 800 miles. It has been the granary of the world since ancient times, so many delicious snacks have been handed down. The taste of hometown has no delicacies or unique appearance, but it has a unique taste.
Steamed bread is my favorite food in the morning. As the name implies, steamed stuffed bun is small and exquisite, like a slightly larger jiaozi, but more delicious than jiaozi. When I came to the store, I wanted to put a cage of steamed bread, only to hear the bartender shout, "Here comes the steamed bread!" " ".The steamed stuffed bun just out of the pot smells delicious and makes people salivate. Take a bite, the fragrance of sesame seeds, the strength of noodles, the tenderness of meat and the richness of gravy immediately make people salivate and have endless aftertaste.
In the cold winter, when I wake up in the morning, my mother will bring me a cup of hot soybean milk and pass it to me. The first thing that floated was the rich sweet smell of soybean milk. It seems that smelling this fragrance will refresh you one day. Covering with hot soybean milk is like drinking a mouthful of soybean milk from a thermos. The sugar in soybean milk has played a great role in making the originally slightly sweet soybean milk fragrant and sweet, which conforms to the quality of hometown people and can also find fun in plain life.
The best food is jiaozi in my hometown. Every year on New Year's Eve, everyone takes out the dumpling wrappers and fillings early to prepare for the New Year's Eve. I saw grandma holding the dumpling skin in one hand and a spoon in the other, putting the stuffing as big as meatballs into the dumpling skin, and then gently kneading the dumpling skin into a ball. A beautiful jiaozi was born in grandma's hand. Be good, jiaozi. Every household will chat together, taste other people's skills and share jiaozi with others. The taste of jiaozi is not only the taste of vegetables and meat, but also the taste of time and hometown people.
The characteristic food in hometown not only carries the precious spirit of hometown people, but also carries the unity of hometown people, which is worth remembering and tasting for a lifetime.
Shanghai is a "gourmet paradise". I have tasted the delicate jiaozi, chewed the sweet green balls, eaten the delicious Peking Duck, and the juicy and delicious Nanxiang steamed buns made my mouth water the most.
Nanxiang steamed buns began in Tongzhi in Qing Dynasty, which was created by Huang Mingxian and became famous in Jiading. Now it has nine stores in Singapore, Japan and Malaysia.
Steamed bread can be baked in about ten minutes. The small cage just served on the table smells good, as if to say, "Come and eat, I am delicious!" " "The bulging steamed stuffed bun, snow-white dough and fresh meat stuffing make people drool. I picked it up with chopsticks and dipped it in vinegar. Vinegar slipped on the steamed bread, like a group of naughty children jumping on it. With a gentle bite, the juice gushed out like spring water, and the dough was sweet in my mouth, smelling of wheat.
Take another bite and the taste will change. When I licked it with my tongue, it slipped in my mouth, and the smell of glutinous rice filled my mouth, and the smell of meat followed. I dipped a little vinegar, and vinegar and minced meat staggered in my mouth. They played a beautiful song, sometimes shuttling between my teeth, sometimes sliding across my tongue, sometimes drilling under my lips and disappearing. That sweet and tender taste really made me full of praise, and that sweet and sour feeling brought me into another world. I can't help but admire: "It's delicious, it's delicious, I want to eat you all." After that, I wolfed down a plate of steamed bread.
I like to eat Nanxiang steamed buns. I hope you have a chance to taste them!
Different Taste Composition 6 In the morning, my mother and I went shopping in the supermarket. At that time, it was already very lively, and people's hawking was endless. My mother and I hurried to find what we wanted to buy.
First, the deli area. Soft and plain tofu, milk-like soybean milk, delicious hot soup, rows of steamed bread sitting in a steamer, square vegetable boxes, round and lovely meat buns, the tables and chairs in the shop are already full, but people are still selling. "Steamed bread! Steamed buns! Newly made steamed buns! " "Cold! Delicious cold fish! Look at it! " "freshly ground soybean milk!" "Good hot soup, come and try it!" "Chinese hamburger! Chinese hamburger! " ..... Hawking, you can see how lively it is here. Look, the steamed bread is smoking. Listen, the soup is hissing. Look, China hamburgers are delicious. Just watch it for a while and it will make your mouth water.
Then there is the vegetable section. I saw a man with an egg shouting, "Excuse me, excuse me! Excuse me! Make way! " After a while, a man came pushing a potato cart: "Excuse me! Excuse me! " After a while, the cart came pushing Chiang Rai, Chinese cabbage, broccoli, mushrooms and fungus. Lotus white lay loosely in the basket; Red tomatoes are very cute sitting in the basket; Broccoli stands upright like a big tree; Mushrooms are like handfuls of small gray umbrellas that block the light there. Maybe those foods are really attractive, only to see everyone buy them one by one, and they are quickly robbed.
Finally, the fresh meat area. Domineering crabs have been firmly tied with ropes, thin fish are struggling in panic, and clumsy big fish are struggling to twist their fat bodies. At this time, an aunt with orange hair, a flowered hat and lipstick asked loudly, "Where shall I put the shrimp?" It immediately reminds people of the banshee in Journey to the West.
There are fewer and fewer people in the market, and we are also full of food. Everyone went home contentedly, and everyone felt the excitement of the morning market.