The tofu on the market now is not as delicious as I imagined, nor is it as fragrant as before, and it is impossible to verify whether it is a problem of raw materials or production techniques.
The tofu I ate when I was a child still has an aftertaste.
At that time, making tofu was all done by yourself, no one sold it, and people didn't have the consciousness to sell it, or maybe it was not allowed to sell it!
In the past, tofu had to be made at the end of the year or the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the soybeans had just been off the market, which were all new goods in the season, and the tofu made was naturally delicious.
Before doing, carefully select the soybeans, pick a big full, bad or deflated or bad, discard, after selecting, clean it, and then soak it overnight, the next day in the look, all full of large grains, full of containers, all soybeans have to fight to escape.
Now the processing is too convenient, the machine grinds, not a few minutes to be good, before, you need to find the stone mill, but also need to clean the stone mill very clean, until the stone mill reveals its original color.
Pushing the stone mill is the pain of my life, there are many sisters in the family, everyone has something to do, I am the first choice to push the stone mill, for me, pushing the mill is like entering purgatory. I had to close my eyes, or my head would spin around and go in circles endlessly until I ......finished grinding the beans
Watching the white bean juice flowing out of the cracks in the stone mill, my yearning for tofu turned into a painful prayer, hoping that the grinding would be finished quickly and that the painful ...... of the world would end
My mother always told me that I had to do it in order to eat the tofu that I wanted.
When others are eating, I tend to be ...... sleeping
Although life was hard, my mother always arranged her life in an orderly manner.
The father lit the fire, and the mother lay on the pot and stirred it continuously until the soy milk turned into pieces of tofu. At this time, drinking a bowl of bean juice is the most beautiful food in the world, sweet and refreshing, and now the bean juice on the market is incomparable.
Burning fire is a technical work, too big, the temperature is high, the tofu made is too old, too low, and the tofu is not easy to form, so burning the fire is the father's work, and it is also the best portrayal of the parents' lifelong love for each other!
When I eat tofu, I think of my parents, and I think of my mother's words and deeds on the pot, and I can feel that my mother seems to be still working ......
It's been nearly 25 years since my mother left me, ......
When you see tofu, you can think of your mother's ......
It turns out that tofu is my memory!