Hunan cuisine
VicentaLakin
When they were young, almost every family in the countryside raised its own pigs, and whoever killed them, invited the next-door neighbor and the best family in the village to eat “pork-killing rice”, a large group of grown-up children, rounding the pot, like a wedding party, which was very popular. Pork-killing foods usually fry the heart, fry the liver, burn the blood, and one of the least rare foods is “scoffed meat”, which is mother's specialty, remembering clearly the way Mom's big pot was swinging in the country's big iron pan. The little fried meat is a good meal for the grown-ups, and it's a good meal for our kids. Even when the last plate is empty, you can have a nice bowl of soup when you pour it into the rice. Even though no one in our family likes fat meat, they are particularly fond of little fried meat like this, which is always empty. In the course of cooking, in order to combine your tastes, the approach has slowly changed from that of mother to that of everyone。
VicentaLakin
HEART BLUE-HANDED PRIVATE FOODS — YEARS AND YEARS SLOW DOWN — THESE DAYS WE MEET A LOT OF NEW FRIENDS OVER THE INTERNET, PEOPLE TALK TO EACH OTHER, THEY LEARN FROM EACH OTHER BECAUSE OF THEIR FOOD. SEVERAL OF THESE GIRLS ARE PARTICULARLY IMPRESSED BY THE BLUE HEART. NOT BECAUSE OF THE BEAUTY OF THE FACE, BUT BECAUSE THEY ALL HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON. DAD DIED YEARS AGO. THEY FOUND THEIR HEART BLUE BECAUSE THEY HAD MADE SOME OF THEIR FATHER'S FAVORITE FOODS, RED MEAT, POWDERED MEAT, AND THREE CUPS OF CHICKENS... TO MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER. IN WORDS, A DEEP LOVE BETWEEN A FATHER AND A DAUGHTER IS SCATTERED, AND THE HEART IS SHAKEN BY THE MEMORY OF A FATHER IN HEAVEN. FOR A LONG TIME, I COULDN'T GET BACK TO NORMAL, AND I PICKED UP MY PHONE AND CALLED MY FATHER, AND THE CALL FROM THE MICROPHONE WAS FAMILIAR: "DING DING DING DING." THAT'S MY NICKNAME. ONLY DAD CAN CALL IT. IGNORANT TEARS SLIP ACROSS THE SURFACE AND ARE A MOVING EJECTION. NO MATTER HOW OLD I AM, HOW FAR I GO, IN THE EYES OF MY FATHER, I'LL ALWAYS BE THE NAUGHTY BOY, THE TINKLING. NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU SUFFER, NO MATTER WHAT THE SETBACKS YOU SUFFER, IT'S NOT TOO BAD TO HEAR FROM YOUR FATHER. THE FATHER'S BODY, ALTHOUGH OVER 60 YEARS OLD, WAS FULL OF RED LIGHT, WALKING WITH WIND, LOUD WITH VOICE, BRIGHT WITH OPTIMISM AND, APART FROM HIS WHITE HAIR, MORE SPIRITUAL THAN THE YOUNG. I'M HAPPY COMPARED TO THOSE NETIZENS. IN THEM, I SEE THE SADNESS OF “THE QUIETNESS OF THE TREES AND THE WIND, THE DESIRE OF THE CHILDREN TO LIVE IN PEACE”, WHICH IS AN IMPECCABLE SORROW, A SORROW OF REGRET, AND A SORROW THAT CANNOT BE HEALED IN LIFE. FROM THE MOMENT WE WERE BORN, WE WERE DESTINED TO ENJOY THE SELFLESS LOVE OF OUR FATHER. THE FATHER AND THE MOTHER ARE HERE IN THE BLUE OF THE HEART, AND FROM THE MOMENT I REMEMBER, THE FATHER IS IN MY MEMORY LAUGHING AND RESPONDING. WHAT I WANT IS SOMETHING THAT MY FATHER WOULD SECRETLY BUY ME, NO MATTER HOW MUCH HIS MOTHER OBJECTS TO, AND WHAT I DIDN'T THINK WAS AN ADDITIONAL SURPRISE FROM MY FATHER. BEST FOR ME, BEST FOR ME. WHEN I WAS A KID, I LIKED TO EAT THE SKIRTS OF THE NAILS, AND MY DAD HAD A RECORD OF EATING THEM FOR THREE MONTHS, SO MY MOTHER WOULD THROW UP NOW WHEN SHE SAW THEM. FATHER LOVES BEEF, ESPECIALLY THE CHEWING BEEF, BUT THE HEART BLUES DON'T CHEW BEEF WHEN THEY'RE LITTLE, SO DAD'S ALMOST NEVER HAD BEEF ... MAYBE IT'S THIS INDIGNITY, MAYBE IT'S FATHER'S TOLERANCE, AND ALL THIS IS TAKEN FOR GRANTED. WITH AGE, I'M TIRED OF MY FATHER'S NAGGING LOVE, MOTHER-IN-LAW'S TINKERING. THE HEART BLUES BEGAN TO HIT ON THE FATHER, AND THEY STARTED TO TEASE HIM, AND THEY BEGAN TO TURN AGAINST HIM. THE FATHER DID NOT BLAME THE BLUES AND, AS ALWAYS, TOOK CARE OF WHAT HE SAW AS “DINGLINGS”, WHICH HE REPEATED DAY AFTER DAY. THE BLUE HEART IS INCREASINGLY HOPING TO ESCAPE THE LOVE OF THESE EARS. FINALLY, I WENT TO COLLEGE, LEFT THE CITY FOR MORE THAN A DECADE, MET MANY NEW FRIENDS, HAD A THOUSAND DOLLARS A MONTH AT THEIR DISPOSAL, GOT RID OF MY FATHER'S TENDER EYES AND FELT THAT THE WORLD WAS TOO GOOD. WITHOUT A PLAN TO WASTE MONEY, WITHOUT RESTRAINT, THE RESULT IS THAT LIFE IS A MESS, DIRTY CLOTHES ARE PILED UP, BEDROOMS ARE A MESS, BLACK EYES ARE GETTING THICKER... ONE MORNING, I CAME HOME ALL NIGHT, AND I CAME IN, AND I SAW MY FATHER DRAGGING HIS BODY AND WASHING MY CLOTHES ON THE FLOOR, AND I CAME BACK, POINTING AT THE SOY SAUCE ROLLS ON THE TABLE, AND I SAID, "TAKE HOT BREAKFAST AND DON'T DELAY THE CLASS." I RAN AWAY FROM THE BEDROOM AFTER I HAD EATEN THE GRASS, AND I HAD NO HEART TO PICK UP THE BOOKS. I SPENT THE MORNING IN FEAR, WAITING FOR SOME KIND OF STORM, GRINDING BACK TO MY BEDROOM, AND MY FATHER HAD CLEANED UP MY BED LIKE A DOG'S BED: “DING DING DING, DADDY TAKES YOU TO EAT WELL, HUH.” SO, ALL NIGHT LONG, MY FATHER CAME BY CAR TO SEE ME WITH AN ALL-NIGHT GAME, AND I ATE A GREAT MEAL WITHOUT BLAMING ME, BUT WITH A VERY LONG LINE OF WORDS BEFORE LEAVING, "READ MORE, AND I'LL BE ABLE TO SPEND MY YOUTH." I CRIED... SO, YEARS PASSED LIKE WATER... ..HEART BLUES HAD BEEN FLOATING OUTSIDE, SHENZHEN, CHUBBY, LEAVING A LONELY SHADOW. NO MATTER HOW FAR I GO, MY FIRST YEAR'S FATHER WILL COME TO SEE ME, LOOK AT MY WORK ENVIRONMENT, LOOK AT THE HOUSE I LIVE IN, ASK ME TO EAT, HELP ME FIX THE ROOM, LEAVE SOME OF THE TINKLES ON MY BACK AND FALL IN LOVE. EVERY YEAR ON THE EVE OF MY BIRTHDAY, MY FATHER ALWAYS GETS AN EMS PACKAGE, A COUPLE OF MY FAVORITE CIGARETTES, DOZENS OF MY FAVORITE BEAN PACKS... A PHONE CALL EVERY WEEK THAT REPEATS A MILLION TIMES FROM TIME TO TIME... AND NOW THE FATHER IS OLD AND HEALTHY, BUT WORSE THAN EVER. HER HAIR IS WHITE AND HER BACK IS MICROCAMELED, AND EVEN HER FAVORITE WINE IS STOPPED BECAUSE OF CIRRHOSIS. I'M IN A STATE OF MIND, BUT WHEN I'M ALONE, I CAN FEEL HIS SADNESS. NOW, IN TURN, I'M USED TO REGULAR CALLS EVERY WEEK, AND IT'S GETTING LONGER... FATHER, THE WHITE HAIR ON YOUR HORNS, WHICH YOU DO NOT NOTICE, CARRIES A HEAVY BURDEN OF CONCERN TO ME, AND THE BRUISES UPON ME ARE RECORDED IN THE WRINKLES THAT YOU ADD SILENTLY TO YOUR EYES. THANK YOU. YOU RAISED OUR HOUSE WITH NO LONGER-PAINTED SPINES, AND YOU STOPPED ME WITH A SMALL SHOULDER. I KNOW THAT NO ONE CAN STOP YEARS. I KNOW I CAN'T CHANGE YOUR AGEING NO MATTER WHAT I PAY. I ONLY PRAY TO THE HEAVENS, THAT THE YEARS AND YEARS WILL BE SLOWER, AND THAT YOU WILL NOT GROW OLD AND THAT YOUR SON WILL BE ABLE TO COOK, AND THAT HE WILL MAKE YOU YOUR FAVORITE BEEF, WHICH IS THE SMELL OF YOUR MOST CUISINE, THE CHEWING BEEF, FOR YOU, MY FATHER, JUST AS THE CHOPSTICK BROTHERS SANG: “ARE I PROUD, STILL WORRIED ABOUT ME? YOU'VE GOT A CHILD, YOU'VE GROWN UP... ..AND A STRONG FATHER OF HIS LIFE, WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU, LITTLE CARE... .." MAY THE FATHER OF THE WORLD, AND THE FATHER OF HEAVEN, BE WELL AND HAPPY. IT'S THE BLUES OF THE CHU。
VicentaLakin
There's a classic "Pipper Head" in the Hunan restaurant. I'll go to the Hunan restaurant every time I order, but every time I go there at least seven or eight times, the red peppers are covered in the head of a young fish, and I look like I'm going to eat the whole fish head. I'm going to light another one with the rest of the soup and pepper. I like it, but I've never done "precious fish head" on my own, and I'm always worried that it won't work out, that it's old or that it won't taste good. In Shenzhen, there are plenty of Hunan restaurants that can eat at any time, and even in my country, there are several Hunan restaurants around which the taste is normal, but when they are lazy, they solve the problem. I can't even talk about being a fishhead. I was a volunteer last month, I was a cook at the Net Forum, Sister Rainwood, and I've been poaching her under the cover of her dinner, and I've been watching the pickle head for the first time, but I've never learned anything. Because of the size of the work done that day, 12 of them were in the form of professional steam cabinets, and time was in the hands of the kitchen masters, which was different from the fact that we were doing it at home with steam pans. Last weekend, I had another fish addiction, and if I had gone out to eat, I would've made my own food, had my stomach been eaten, and decided to make it myself. I'm not sure how long I'm going to be in trouble before it's evaporated. Remembering what I saw on the Internet, I decided to use the cast pan to steam the fish head, and since someone said I could use the cast pan for 10 minutes, I could use the cast pan for 10 minutes. Before I put my head into the cast iron, I painted a layer of tar, laid a layer of onions and a little ginger before putting it on the head, put it on a small fire for 10 minutes, and once the fragrance of the cap was spilled, the fish head's "fresh" and pepper's "spicy" merged. It seems to be better than the traditional "precious fish head" with a cast iron pan, which keeps the fresh smell of the head better in the flesh, and the smell of the pepper just right into the fish, which is soft and thin, and the entrance with a spicy spicy onions, and even the onions that are laid on the bottom of the pot because of the inhaling of the steamed fish are very good, and I'm going to get another shallow cast iron pan to make fish without water. Who says we like to eat fish
VicentaLakin
My son likes fans, and my husband likes vegetables, especially those that go in the pot and choke with salt. Make the dishes and the fans a dish that takes into account the taste of two people. Or do you prefer your son's taste? They're hot and they don't have half-baked flowers. Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well
VicentaLakin
The busy days have finally passed, we haven't bought food in days, we've found food at home, and with this combination, there's a very good dish! The pepper cutter was made on its own some time ago. It tasted good. My mother planted the peanuts. Rice and rice dad don't eat chili, rice mom cooks, usually two, one hot, one not hot, and the daughter stares at the table and asks her, "Who's hot, which isn't hot?" I'm used to cooking two meals and I can take pictures! Speaking of peppers, nano-eats, duck necks are hot enough, drink water and say, "I'm not afraid of spicy, I'm eating!" Don't worry when you want to eat. Ha ha! Nano's in the garden, second year, much better than Mom thought, really adapted, no bad mood, hoping to go, happy go, happy return, great! Because of a cough, breakfast isn't in the garden, so it's better at home! It's just that every day it's late and I need my mom to stay。
VicentaLakin
THE DIAMOND HORN, ALSO KNOWN AS A WATER CHESTNUT, IS A VALUABLE HEALTHY FOOD. IT CONTAINS A WEALTH OF STARCH, PROTEIN, GLUCOSE, FAT AND A VARIETY OF VITAMINS, SUCH AS VITAMIN B1, VITAMIN B2, VITAMIN C, CARROTS AND CALCIUM, PHOSPHORUS AND IRON, WHOSE NUTRITIONAL VALUE IS COMPARABLE TO THAT OF OTHER NUTS. IT DOES NOT CONTAIN FAT THAT MAKES PEOPLE FAT, IT HAS A FUNCTION OF DIET, IT CAN FILL THEIR STOMACHS, IT HAS A STRONG KNEE, IT HAS A STRONG STRENGTH, IT HELPS THEIR STOMACHS, IT CAN DECOMPRESS INTERNAL HEAT, AND IT HELPS THE ELDERLY。
