maternal recipes
VicentaLakin
THE PORRIDGE OF CHILDHOOD IS UNFORGETTABLE. SO ICE, BUT VERY SWEET. SOMETIMES WHEN YOU SEE A CHARADE IN A SUPERMARKET, YOU CLICK ON ME. BUT NOW I'M NOT BUYING GREASY ANYMORE, AND I'M BUYING MY OWN FOOD NOW. SO GO HOME TO DIY, ONE OF THE REAL THINGS I CAN SEE, AND THE OTHER OF ITS SWEETNESS I CAN SET MYSELF UP. BUT SOMETIMES THERE'S ONLY ONE OR TWO LESS PORRIDGE LEFT IN THE HOUSE, BUT I CAN ALSO PLAY WITH THEM. THIS MORNING IT'S MADE OF APPLES AND BLACK RICE, RICE, TWO BOWLS OF CONGEE, ONE BOWL FOR THE FATHER AND ONE SPOON FOR ME. IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T EAT, IT'S THAT PORRIDGE. IF YOU LIKE, YOU CAN HAVE A LOOK。
VicentaLakin
Usually, the fish say it's red, it's fried, it's more food. Remember once when we both ate outside, at the suggestion of a friend, and tasted this dish, I was afraid of the smell, and I always thought it would wake up, and I couldn't even try it. But that day we both ate fish, instead of smelling it, we both had a little bit of fish, but it made it even more delicious, especially the one at our house, who said it was delicious, so I learned to cook it, and several times when I came home, my friends and relatives tried to do it, and it was good, especially in the winter, it was hotter, it was more exciting to eat
VicentaLakin
On Chongyang Day, a good friend had his birthday too far away to celebrate her birthday. As a result, a bowl of casserole beef noodles was ordered in the school cafeteria at noon. This is the second time I've had noodles in the cafeteria, and the first time I've had them on my mother's birthday. Being a northerner, not a no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no. The soup and the halogen are good. The noodles are really bad. It's not like you're eating noodles. When I was a kid, my dad used a big board, with a thick arm and stick. And dad's knifework was very good, and it was very rough and smooth. But, unfortunately, when we moved, the two babies were lost, and Dad never had any more hands. The rain in Beijing these past two days, the weather was cold, walking along the road, and people in feathers were always seen, and hat scarfs were put on. This cold weather, if you can stay at home, eat a bowl of hot soup, warm and happy. It's just that homemade face is a testing arm and endurance, ready
VicentaLakin
After graduating to work in 2005, she met her husband. Neither of us would cook then, but he was a little better than me. ~ I was 20 years old in '06 and I married him despite my parents' objections... ~ Now think about it, it's the worst of my suitors. I don't understand why I'm marrying him. According to him, it was sour hoofs and his three inches of unblemished tongue. When I graduated, I couldn't cook, I liked to buy a bowl of sour hoofs to eat back, I didn't even have to eat, I ate so much. Two years before we got married, we had our husbands cooking, we had a thousand-year-old meal, a bowl of green vegetables, a steamed fish, and in the last two years, I suddenly had an infinite taste in the kitchen. He said, "It must be sour, and I tell you, I never like that. I like red ones
