When I was a child, I felt that the word "oil and water" was very beautiful, and looking forward to the New Year was looking forward to oil and water.
Adults often say, "If you don't have oil and water in your stomach, you can't straighten your waist when you work." "I don't see oil and water, I rely on my eyes to be blue", "I can wipe oil and water with the leader", "I am a clear water yamen, there is no oil and water".
Oil, flamboyant tongue, oily noodles, oily brain, oily sophistication, greasy man, oil mix, old oil, it seems that the word "oil" is used in ** is not glorious, pig arch cabbage in general, but because of a "fragrant", oil is worth doubled.
Before I went to high school, I didn't know anything about the world and was a foodie. The days are hard, and my mind is full of eating. Seeing the teacher eating white flour rolls and drinking cabbage soup with slices of meat also gave me the motivation to learn. There is an occasional aroma wafting out of the classroom, which is nothing more than who brought fried mustard gnocchi shreds in oil, put some five-spice powder, and sometimes pickled toon leaves, which is already very luxurious. At that time, the staple food was all pancakes, whitish mustard heads or turnips, green onions or garlic cured in brine, which never changed throughout the year. The classroom is perennially filled with the smell of onions and garlic and the smell of feet, which is almost suffocating. Every time the winter vacation is approaching, the students don't care about the exam results, and the main topic of discussion is eating, and the things they eat are related to oil, such as fried chicken nuggets, fried crispy pork, fried salted fish, etc., and fried dough sticks are used to mix cold dishes. A broth with oil flowers is enough to fill a group of half-sized children half to death. Some students don't eat fatty meat, some say they are nauseous and dizzy, and some have a stomach, so they have to hate themselves for being unlucky and unproductive.
Oil and water, so cute. Oil and water, it's terrible!
Just a few days ago, a good friend in the countryside sent a bucket of peanut oil, which was ten catties and more than half a peanut cake. "It's the New Year, and there are nothing rare in the farm. Before leaving, he repeatedly advised, "This oil is made with home-grown peanuts, and the neighbor's oil house is beaten with a small squeeze, which is green and pollution-free, and fragrant!" This bread is also specially made, and it is to be kept for oneself to eat." Looking at my friend's honest and honest appearance, I felt the weight of this gift from my heart.
When I was a child, I grew up in my hometown with my mother, who returned to my hometown to support agricultural production, and the only thing I did in my daily life was 5 catties of cottonseed oil per person every year. In those years, who in the village baked oil cakes, fried shrimp sauce or something, wanted to steal food, but there was no door, because the air was fresh and clean, people's nasal cavities were also dedicated, and there was a trace of fragrance that the whole village could smell, which was really a blessing to share.
My father worked at the post office a hundred miles away, and he couldn't go home a few times a year, and I dreamed that he would come back often. In the green bicycle pocket is my dream, which hides my favorite villain book, apples, sesame oil nuts (fritters), etc.
In 1972, when the sun was about to set, my father came back in anticipation.
The father carefully took out two bottles from the car pocket and handed them to the mother: "This is fruit (peanut) oil, a friend gave it to him, give him a bottle for his grandfather, and we will keep the bottle for the New Year, and the cold vegetables will be fragrant." He glanced at me as he spoke. I've only heard that the sesame oil pot is the most fragrant, and I know that the oil rub of the tweezer is fragrant, is there anything more fragrant than this? I pulled my nose and saliva ran down my mouth.
One day, the children were playing in the yard, and my cousin came running with pancakes. I don't know who shouted loudly: "It's so fragrant, what's the good stuff in it?" The cousin stuck out his tongue: "Fruit oil and salt particles." The older uncle rushed over and said, "I smell it." "Yo, it's so fragrant, it's so fragrant. "I'll smell it again. "I smell it, too. "Good taste brings a group of "goat monkeys" together from haystacks, branches, and walls.
Wow", the cousin cried. Before he could react, the pancake was more than half gone, and he didn't know who to ask to bite it.
I was stupid to stay aside, jealousy and vanity suddenly grew, and I was neither accustomed to it nor convinced: isn't it just fruit oil, my family also has it. So, I pondered the bottle of oil with nothing to do: when will I have a roll pancake, and I will starve you to death, and I will not stop until I smoke you to the ground. From then on, whenever I smell or hear the word "incense" mentioned by others, a golden oil bottle will immediately pour out of my mind. Where the hell is it? But soon I thought: No, the oil is kept for the New Year. His face was red, and there was a thorn in his back.
God help me. It was almost noon, and I was alone at home leaning against the door frame to bask in the sun, and I stumbled upon the oil bottle that I had been thinking about for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, his saliva was swallowed, and his legs and stomach didn't know where to turn.
I hurriedly found a stool and jumped up as I stepped on it. As a result, it was a cut off. I found another mazazi and stacked it, fumbling around to grab the bottle. I don't know how I got down, I just feel that my legs are trembling, my hands are trembling, and my heart is like a few rabbits. I spread the pancakes on the lid, dipped the pancakes into the bottle twice with my chopsticks, rubbed them on the pancakes, and then took the chopsticks horizontally and licked them again and again with my tongue. Pick up the salt jar diagonally, turn the larger salt grains to the side, pinch a little fine powder that has sunk to the bottom, and sprinkle evenly in the oily area. Quickly put the oil bottle back in its place, and stole it, and was complacent.
I stole (or ate) about five or six times, and never went out to show off. Later, when the worm came, I still dispelled the idea, and I looked forward to the new year more and more urgently. On two occasions, I was deeply impressed, and once I dripped oil on my clothes, which provoked my mother to interrogate: "Where did you make your clothes dirty and waste soap?" "Seriously, we don't like the dirty clothes, but it's a pity that the drop of oil. Another time, in the midst of the chaos, I fell off the stool and hit a big bag on my head, but I didn't feel pain, but I was glad that I didn't break the bottle.
As soon as the Spring Festival passed, the family was going to have guests, and my mother took the bottle from the hole in the cupboard and gently wiped off the dust. I was helping to light the fire on the side, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to come out. In my ignorance, I heard my mother murmuring, "Heh, this fruit oil is also running." ”
More than 50 years have passed, whenever parents and children talk about this matter, the family will high-five, laugh tears, and the mother will always say apologetically: "Hey, in those years, it was not that you were hungry, but that there was too much to eat." ”
Nowadays, all kinds of oils have entered the house, including corn oil, olive oil, rapeseed oil, walnut oil, etc., and all edible oils can be enjoyed. The expert also said that I wanted to eat a little lard, so I went to the meat stall in the supermarket and bought back the Wulian black lard and refined it into a jar of big oil. You can eat whatever bottle you want, you can eat as much as you want, and the incomprehensible thing is that the aroma is insufficient.
If you don't control your greed, you will gain weight, blood pressure, blood sugar, and blood lipids will rise all depend on it, so there is a kind of "wealth disease" called "rich disease", hurriedly **, drink green tea, see a doctor, and constantly toss around.
Oil is valuable when it meets water. Oil, whether in a bowl or in a pot, floats as long as there is water.
Zeng Guofan said: "Where there is oil and water, it is often the most slippery, and it is difficult to stand firm." "This oil and water.
When you meet oil and water, you can stop in moderation.
Zhang Xihong).