In the morning in the middle of the autumn, I rode a electric car to work. It was cold outside, but the scenery on the road was beautiful.The leaves on the ginkgo trees on both sides of the road are yellow, and the leaves on the maple trees are also red. These leaves sway in the breeze.Birds standing on the branches, seemingly admiring this beautiful scenery.
I will enjoy the beauty while walking, and when I pass through a primary school door, a crispy sip of the ear "Stone buns, handmade stones just out of the pot ", I stopped the electric car and looked at it towards the sip. A middle -aged woman on the small stall was sipping while baking. I glanced at it.Suddenly, the mouth was stunned, and the electric vehicle was stopped towards the booth.The boss was very enthusiastic. When I saw me coming, I started to take the guest.To a pepper fragrance of pepper leaf, and then looking at the hot ravioli, I took a piece and sent it into my mouth, and a familiar taste instantly pulled my thoughts back to more than twenty years ago.
When we were born in the countryside, we rarely buy snacks when we were young.Last time, Shi Ziyu.When we knew that my mother was preparing to ba clay, my heart was as happy as the New Year.My mother will arrange for my sister and I help her pick up peppercorn leaves and small stones for the pupa. These small stones have been repeatedly used, and they have been brightened. At this time, my mother will mention that these stones are still more than ten years ago more than ten years ago.Her eighty -year -old grandmother picked it in the river and was cleaned to us. Although we only do only once or twice a year, the stones will not be idle. The neighbors in the village will borrow it from time to time.The brighter, but the number is also less and less.Every time her mother was preparing to do, she would notify her in advance, as well as the neighbors next door.
Before the pancakes, the mother will prepare a lot of ingredients. A large pot of flour is added to the old yeast one night in advanceAdd an appropriate amount of edible alkali, eggs, peppercorns, salt, spiced powder, etc., and repeatedly rub the group in the same direction.While kneading the noodles, my mother had poured into the washed small stones in our two large pots in advance, and heated the fire. My sister was responsible for turning the stone with a shovel to make it evenly heated. I was responsible for adding firewood to the stove.After getting up, the mothers noodles were also rubbed, and the kneading noodles were divided into small fist -sized doses and rolled into a 1 cm thick ball dough for later use. At this time, the stone had been hot.One -third of the stones in the first pot, spread 6 rolled noodle cakes on the remaining stones, and pour the hot stones in the pot into the pot, cover all the noodle cakes, so that the noodle cakes are so cake.Just sandwiched between the two stones, the temperature of the stone was passed to the noodle cake. After five minutes, you can smell the fragrance of a pepper leaf. After the stone cricket is formed, turn it with a shovel and turn out the cooked cake.Put the stones in the second pot and continue to bake, and the first pot continues the next round of pancakes.After the first pot of stones comes out of the pot, the mother always gives our sisters and siblings one by one, and she continues to go back and forth between the chopping board and the pot platform. About 2 hours later, our chopping board is already thick on the chopping board.Several thick stone steamed buns, I will count it all over, there are 141 in total. At this time, my mother will bring a bag, 10 and 10 pieces, and prepare a copy for all relatives, because the stone film is made to make it.It is very troublesome, and it is generally not very often done. Moms want our relatives and friends to taste the smell of stone membranes.Another task of my sister and I was to give relatives to relatives. My sister took my family to send it with a bicycle. When I saw that relatives had tasted constant praise, my heart was really happy.
LaterDo it once a year and become five or six times a year. Looking at her busy figure in the kitchen, I proposed that she would not do it often, it was too troublesome, but my mother said, not trouble, you will go for a month, in case you think about it. In case you think aboutIf you eat the taste at home, you can take it out to eat a little, bring more points to the dormitory classmates.In this way, the smell of Shi Jian accompanied me for three years of high school, and my roommates also liked my mothers stone cricket.After work, my mother still made some stone crickets from time to time to let the Tongcun bus to my place where I went to work.
Handmade stone ravioli is not only the specialty noodle pasta in Guanzhong, Shaanxi, but also the inheritance of the familys taste and love.I have infinitely beautiful memories.
If you have the opportunity to come to Shaanxi, you must taste the handmade stone pupa, I believe you will like this unique taste.
Source: Fat and Slim Food Ins
2024: Issue 416
