In those years of life in the north, the number of vegetables available for food was lower in autumn. There's a delicious, especially rare, white。
He was born in white. Riverways are so dense that it's best for it to grow. In shanghai, it is famous for its production, and in september and october of each year, it is the time of its autumn harvest。
When the autumn wind rises and the leaves of the trees in the streets of shanghai are slightly yellow, the whites appear on the dining tables. It's common food. It's not that much, it's a simple oil. Up to the table, hot, white white red, naked around, and watching. A bite is a rare taste of vegetables, juicy, soft and soft, and a little bit of salty。
When i was little, i didn't like vegetables. But when the oil came to the table, it didn't make any noise. The reason for this is white meat and fresh sauce, especially for dinner. So every fall, white is always the fastest at my table。
In the years of the north, white is almost invisible. The northern rural water system is small, white production is low and the local population is not used to white. Even some northern friends have never seen this vegetable before. Sometimes the table talks about the poem of liu zilong of the song, “the autumn wind blows like a zhang zhuang”, which is what we suzy people like to eat, and it is often not known what vegetables it is, making me feel so familiar。
That year, when he ended his life in the north, he returned to his country and did not dare to disturb his relatives and friends in shanghai. Just back, there's a little diaphragm about the city. That's probably what it feels like to be scared in the neighborhood. I was walking around alone, looking for memories of my hometown, or old streets, or food, as if i had found the home i knew. In mid-september, footprints arrived at the pond to experience the whites of the new harvest。
There's no hikers on the day of practice. A narrow green water, passing through several stone bridges, with clear waves, stretching between the gardens. There was a lot of food in the streets, and there were a lot of visible signs at the door, with the words “training the pond white”. There's a family that doesn't know what to say. It says, "shrimp seed white." what's the difference between shrimp seed white and my usual oil white? If you're curious, go sit down at the store and ask the boss, how does it taste
The boss is a local man of the tunnel. I grew up in shanghai, and it was a little hard to understand the gonong language, but i just thought it was softer than the river. I got a guess. There were also several varieties of guacamole, of which the softest varieties from tinless to hybrids in the 1950s were suitable for shrimp seed white. Listen, i've got a worm in my heart. I've got it。
A light plate, a white slice of water, or a little bit of oil, with red shrimp seeds on the surface. I'm too busy to eat, and the boss laughs and stops and says, "it's better to get jealous, to fuck, to be sweet." i passed the white and red pieces on the vinegar plate and sent them to the entrance — a fine piece, for sure。
White itself, except for vegetables, which are fragrance, tastes like nothing but sweet. The advantage of oil is to give light white a rich taste through sauce and hot oil. This flexible combination is already common in chinese cooking. Shrimp seeds go up the stairs, and with the microsalm of shrimp seeds, they further stimulate white sweetness, then with vinegar and graft, the food tastes not so thin, and the salty sweetness and softness of the cyanide gives a rich sense of taste。
It's like i'm familiar with it. I've got a little bit of a diaphragm in my heart。
It's not very expensive. Since its dawn, the gangnam people have recorded shrimp seeds. "building shrimp seeds with oil in the pot" is evidence of the use of shrimp seeds to make savories. My family didn't have shrimp seeds, so my recipe was just white. I don't care that i've tasted this food for this trip, and i think that if we drift north again, as we enter the autumn, we may no longer have nothing more than a white sweet fragrance in our hearts, which would add to the salt of a shrimp seed。
In the early autumn, this was a gentle cry in the hearts of the people。
