To be honest, who can still memorize the eight major cuisines?
It is said that Shandong cuisine is a palace dish, but don’t say that. My grandfather is from Shandong, and his roasted sea cucumber with green onions is a masterpiece. The sea cucumbers are foamed until they are crystal clear, and the aroma of green onions can spread three streets away. However, he claimed that the exquisite skills of pure Shandong cuisine are not reflected in the so-called big dishes, but hidden in the sweet foam stalls that have been set up on the streets of Jinan at four in the morning. It lies in the sheen of the layers of oil poured on the rice in the bowl. The so-called rules are just for outsiders to see. After all, the real life belongs to you.
Don't tell me about the cuisine map
These days, the territory has long been overstretched.
Sichuan cuisine dominates late-night snack stalls, and Cantonese cuisine dominates morning tea tables. Hunan cuisine is like that friend who is always overly enthusiastic. Once you meet him, you will keep asking "Is the food spicy? Does it taste good to you? Are you willing to have another bowl?"
But if you think about it seriously, when was the last time you tasted Buddha Jumping Over the Wall? Anyway, I have never tasted it. The Fujian cuisine I know is the Shaxian snack restaurant downstairs of the company, which has fragrant scallion oil noodles and a small plate of peanut butter. The real meaning of "Buddha jumping over the wall" is probably the extra portion of duck leg rice I gave myself on the day when my salary was paid at the end of the month.
The so-called "you can never get tired of eating", what exactly is essence?
The Cantonese cuisine grandma gets up early in the morning to make soup, which shows her dedication.
The Huaiyang cuisine chef cuts the tofu into thin strands that can pass a needle through, showing his patience.
The ratio of meat to vegetables in the dumplings made by my grandma always makes me blush. The dumpling skin should be rolled out to be thick in the middle and thin around the edges, and it must be absolutely kept that way during cooking, otherwise it will break. Also, she doesn't know what "literary cuisine" is, but she does know that when the whole family sits together around the table and eats a steaming meal of dumplings, the feeling is much better than anything else.
The fried Suzhou squirrel mandarin fish is really beautiful, just like a flower. However, what I miss even more is that when I was a kid, the fried hairtail fish in the hutongkou restaurant was so fried and fragrant that it was not poured with sauce, but just sprinkled with a little pepper and salt.
Each province has its own "hidden money"
Don't always focus on those with a good reputation.
The homesickness of Shaanxi people is not tied to the steamed buns that Lao Sun has in his family, but to the bowl of oil-splashed noodles on the street. Spicy pepper is poured on it with a "sting" sound, and its fragrance can take away the soul.
The life of Yunnan people is given by rice noodles. There are thick rice noodles, there are thin rice noodles, there are sour rice noodles, there are spicy rice noodles, there are hot rice noodles, there are cold rice noodles. We eat rice noodles in the morning, we eat rice noodles at noon, we eat rice noodles in the evening, and when we get drunk in the middle of the night, we have to have another bowl of rice noodles.
The heroism of Xinjiang people can be seen in the greasy rice in their hands, in the fireworks of mutton kebabs, and in the mouth-warming aroma of wheat when they first come out of the naan pit.
These cannot be included in the cuisine classification. But they are the real taste of mountains and rivers.
But in the final analysis
The best dish is never on the menu.
It was your mother who knew you loved sweet and sour food, so she specially added an extra spoonful of sugar to that plate of spareribs.
It was the cold fried noodles from a roadside stall that your dad brought you late at night when he came back from a business trip.
First, grandma hid the peach cake in the cabinet, and then when you left, she quietly took it out. Moreover, the peach cake was already in a somewhat damp state.
That fly shop where your friends dragged you to after a quarrel without any explanation. After drinking a bottle of beer, everything disappeared.
Chinese food has long ceased to satisfy our hunger.
Whether it is the eight major cuisines or the top ten cuisines, they are all competing for their reputation.
We, ordinary people, holding rice bowls in our hands, swallow a touch of heat and a touch of human kindness, a unique taste that is unforgettable no matter how far away we go.
That's the direction of home.
Also, what the human world looks like.
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