Several neighbours stood at the door speculating that it was the aroma of stewed taro with ribs; some shook their heads and said that it was unlike the aroma of waxed pork feet; others took a deep breath and said, "No, it was the aroma of stewed glutinous rice with pork belly."
Several people nodded together and said, well, the smell of stewed pork tripe. I held my saliva and said to my man, "let's make a pig stomach stew glutinous rice tomorrow!"
"This is not easy, but there is no authentic glutinous rice now. If dad is alive, how good it is! The sticky rice he planted in his field was soft and glutinous. "He sighed.
My father has been away from us for four years, and his son-in-law still remember his sticky rice. When dad was alive, he kept some Nuo Valley in the field every year. Waxy Valley production is low, and people generally do not want to grow waxy valley. But Dad always said that low production also needs to be planted, a few children do not farm, the Dragon Boat Festival dumplings, Chinese New Year's Cabbage, steamed sweet wine, grinding glutinous rice flour, a little bit of each family, their own home saves children's eyes.
Every time he waits for Nuo Gu to hit the new rice, dad will always send us some food for cooking. He always tells me that the children are small, buy a few pork bellies filled with glutinous rice, stewed for two children to eat, children eat at night do not wet the bed.
At that time, my youngest son was born in the month. He was weak in body and often wet his bed when he was little. Later, I listened to my father's words, often bought pork belly stew glutinous rice for children to eat, his body is also slowly strong.
In fact, when we were little, we didn't eat the sticky rice stewed with pork tripe. When we were little, there were so many sisters in our family that we could do all the work except our parents.
My youngest brother was born when I was 10 years old, and my parents had nothing valuable in family planning. Even a pig with seven * eighty Jin is being fatten up by the family planning office.
A family of seven people who eat and drink * do not feed pigs, but do not even expect the source of oil for a year. My father asked for a * * pig to feed the sow. My sister and I do the task after school every day. One person pulls a basket, the mother washes it and chops it, grabs a handful of rice and stews a pot, which is the daily ration for piglets.
- in order to make pigs grow fast, they only have to pull ragweed. By the time of harvesting sweet potatoes, the weeds eaten by pigs were gone, and the * * the sweet potato vine became the only food of the pigs. When the sweet potato vine is finished, the winter will soon be over * and the life of the pig will be terminated.
The father will choose a good day to kill the pig *, cut up a few gifts of meat, give them to the grandparents, and two families who have already been married, and two grandparents, one family, and the grandparents to send a little bit, leaving ten or twenty kilograms of meat for the new year, and the remaining ones sold to the street * eight pigs without pigs. Money relatives.
But those rich relatives in the street need not only pork but also the * * pig heart, pig stomach and pig tongue. Even willing to pay high prices.
No matter how high the price is, the pork belly father will not sell it. He said he would leave it to several children.
Fresh pork belly always has a fishy smell, and smooth muscles, how can not chew, and very greasy. Our sisters did not eat greasy food when they were little.
Father always washed the pork belly with salt, without any odor, salted it for a few days, smoked it on the fireworks for a few days, then washed it, stuffed it with glutinous rice, dates, pepper, salt and water, tied two ends with cotton thread, stewed it in an iron stove for several hours until the pork belly smelled and smelled good. The smell of glutinous rice is pervasive in the air. Only then cut the pork belly with the tip of the knife, and put a bowl on one of our sisters and brothers. He was always gratified to see that we ate with oil and fragrance in our mouths.
And he and his mother never tasted it. At that time, we didn't know to let them taste it.
We always thought that our parents would be healthy forever. When we got married and had the ability to feed back, our father left us forever because of a deadly disease.
In this life, I can't eat my father's pork tripe stew glutinous rice anymore. The delicacies of the world will not taste the love of father.
