Northeast sauce spine

The rich black land of the Northeast produces a variety of beans, so the great sauce that has evolved from beans is an essential ingredient in the kitchen of the Northeasters, who now retain the habit of making their own sauce. My aunt is one of them, who makes sauce almost every year. The smell of her own sauce is completely different from what she sells in supermarkets, and the smell of bean is sour and delicious. It's almost every northeast restaurant with a bowl and then a one-off plastic glove for every occupant. If you come to the Northeast and don't eat it once, it's white. In this hot summer, a fragranced Northeast bone, with ice cream, and two little pickles. The following is a 100-degree description of the north-east sauce: it is reported that on the last day of the temple in April 28, almost all the housemaids in the north-east towns were busy making a home-made sauce called “sauce”. The choice of this day is not only through the tune of the eight words, so that the pieces of sauce that have been left in the hour can be “fermented” and, more importantly, so that they can be tempered — midday, before the rainy season, when the best season in the northeast arrives, with a steady rise in temperature to ensure normal and rapid fermentation of the fungus in the sauce. It has been said that the tradition of the sauce originated in Manchuria. It's like eating a pot of fire, and it's been there forever. To date, Manchurians still have their authentic “paste”, the soybeans, boiled beans, bean-weathers, make a sauce and seal the sauce until the official fall of April 28th, in a series of operations involving temperature, humidity, strength control, well water selection and running water, the difference between iodized salt and non-iodized salt, the ratio of salt to water, etc. It is equally difficult to lose sight of the need for a patient and dedicated person to sit next to the soy cask at least once a day until the above-mentioned series is completed on a case-by-case basis. As far as the rain is concerned, it's not technically difficult to get rid of it. Because of the chronically low temperatures in the north-east, which are not conducive to bacterial reproduction, it is not surprising that people have a habit of eating raw vegetables with eggplant, celery or seaweed sauce. All the more soy sauce on the dining tables. The green vegetables are so glamorous, so glamorous, they have to be used to coat the golden, yellow sauce with them, which is both appetizing and delicious, and can eat at least another bowl. Northeasters like sauce. Previously, the standard of living was low, and the cabbage onion was the main course. And today, even if the three meals are full of seven dishes, with less fried and cooked, and even with less casserole in the northeast, there is no less salty sauce. Once in the northeast, almost all homes used to put a sip of a different size. You don't have to move for three days. Of course it won't freeze. The important measure of the housewife's eligibility is the taste of her “handy” sauce, pickled pickles and boxing bags. Especially the smell of her family's raw butter. There is a popular saying that the sauce must be delicious. More precisely, the home is populated, the environment is relatively convulsive and the sauce is much more fragrance by the less clean housewife. It sounds like a paradox, but many things start out so fantastic that they become logical. It's not a crop of its own, but it's a lot to think about. Northeast sauce is quite a spice. It makes soy cheese, soy bean bean horns, and it makes fried vegetables and even tarts. So, when people move from the Northeast to work and live in the South, when they return home, they prefer to eat the big sauce that their family just pulled out of the casket -- the old, original sauce smell that dwarfs all the godmothers and women in the supermarkets of the Rillin. Of course, there's no less sauce in the things the swimmers take. Even worse, flying on a plane is not afraid of overweight, filled with 20 pounds of portable plastic drums, flying in the blue sky. This shows their love for sauce. The smell of fried sauce floats from time to time through normal streets and streets in the northeast at random. Today, in an ever-increasing fashion, pickles are becoming more popular。