[Source: Hebei Provincial Department of Transportation_Transportation Style]
What does love taste like? I think everyone has different feelings. In my memory, love is the taste of dumplings made by grandma. This is a taste that penetrates the bone marrow and the taste I miss the most. It’s the Double Ninth Festival again, and the love in my heart surges again.
When we were young, we lived in the same yard with our grandparents, just like the current Siheyuan. Grandma lives in the north house, and we live in the east house. Every day after school, the three of us sisters would pick up our schoolbags and rush home, then head straight to the kitchen to find any snacks that can fill our stomachs. Because our parents are working outside, the pot in our kitchen is always empty.
At that time, grandma took great care of us sisters. Grandma's cupboard is divided into two layers: one is open to the fan to hold the bowls and chopsticks, and the other is covered with a clean small curtain, which is what to eat for the next meal and some small snacks. I clearly remember that every day after school, the familiar small bamboo basket covered with light yellow trunk cloth was either wrapped sesame oil buns or dumplings that my grandma had already wrapped.
The dumplings made by grandma are praised in terms of shape and taste. The dumplings have not big ears, but their belly is round, like golden ingots. Sometimes grandma would also make several dumplings with different fillings, so we could taste them, and distinguish them from other dumplings using the shape of lace or cotton buds.
When rolling the dough, grandma always likes to leave a small lump in the middle. She said that the dumplings squeezed out like this will not easily break the belly. When cooking, the meat on the dumplings is thicker and can be cooked with double ears. Grandma also said that kneading noodles and fillings are the soul of dumplings. When kneading noodles, add some salt and eat them. When mixing the fillings, you should not put too many seasonings with a cover-up flavor. It should be authentic to taste.
Every time my grandma makes dumplings, we like to rub it beside me, learning and making trouble, but my grandma patiently wipes the flour on our faces every time and continues to demonstrate how to make dumplings into beautiful ingots. As soon as the dumplings were put into the pot, we couldn't help asking, "Grandma, are the dumplings coming soon? You're hungry!" If we were hungry, we would just swallow our saliva just by watching them.
After the dumplings are released, grandma must first pass the cold water before giving it to us, so that it will not burn your mouth and will not stick together easily. Every time the dumplings are served on the table, we don’t even bother to hold the chopsticks, so we just start to pick up one by one and eat it. Grandma always says, "Wash your hands quickly!" We eat in big mouthfuls, and grandma sitting beside her always smiles, keeping muttering: "My 'little hungry wolf'! There are so many grate !" In the blink of an eye, most of a meal of dumplings were eaten by us, and that was our happiest moment.
Grandma always says that children must have a belly pad when they come back from school. "Pule the belly" in our hometown refers to the snacks that fill the belly between meals. In grandma's perception, as long as there is a belly pad at home, the child will not be wronged.
1994, I lived in the junior high school. Only when I go home every weekend can I see my grandma, and the time I spend with my grandma is folded in half and then in half. I still remember that whenever I had a holiday, the first thing I did when I went home was to go straight to my grandma's house. Every time my grandma would say, "Bring some dumplings when I leave, grandma will wrap it for you. If you are hungry at school, just take a bite." Although the same words are always made me feel wrapped in huge warmth.
In grandma's heart, we will always be the hungry child who has come back from school. Every time I return to school on Sunday, my backpack always has the flavor I love the most.
Now, the school is gone, the old house is gone, and grandma is not there. Whenever I go home, I can no longer go straight to the North House, I can no longer turn my belly into the small snacks, and I can no longer eat the dumplings made by my grandma...
Grandma's skills in making dumplings. From my memory of learning and making trouble, I dug out all the shots that can be restored and tried to replicate the taste, but it was different after all. To this day, dumplings are still my favorite. Because in my heart, there is love that will never change.(The author is assistant manager of Shiqing Company’s Administrative Personnel Department)
Editor in charge: Wang Ranran
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