In my family, my mom is a passionate housewife who loves to try new things. She often shares various life hacks with her neighbors in the community, whether it is supermarket discount information or the freshest dishes, she is always the first to grasp it. Recently, however, she seems to have heard about an interesting cooking practice – stinky mandarin fish.
She confidently bought two stinky mandarin fish and was ready to make this dish at home. With curiosity and anticipation for new attempts, our whole family was on a culinary adventure.
But when the stinky mandarin fish actually appeared in front of us, the atmosphere of our home immediately became unusual. The strong stench almost filled the whole house with an indescribable smell, as if it had been fished out of a sewer. Despite my best efforts to keep all the doors and windows tightly sealed, the stench still persists and leaves no escape.
Mom was still looking forward to cooking, as if she was confident in this stinky mandarin fish dish. She stewed the fish until it was black and sprinkled it with chopped green onions and coriander to try to hide its true flavor. However, no matter how hard she tried, the strong stench still lingered, making it difficult to swallow.
In the face of my mother's cheerful invitation, my father and I looked at each other and did not dare to put down the chopsticks. Mom's expectations turned to disappointment, and she began to feel a little unhappy, but the food she had finally made was rejected by her family.
I plucked up my courage and reluctantly tasted it. The smell was indescribable, salty and smelly, with a strange smell that I could barely accept. I tried to keep myself from vomiting for fear of breaking my mother's heart.
Dad's expression was equally painful, and our family spent an unforgettable lunch in that strong stench. After the meal, my mother seemed to realize the problem, and said with some embarrassment that maybe it was not very successful this time, but she would try to improve it next time.
After this gastronomic adventure, we can't help but sigh that sometimes, passion and courage are important, but it's more important to choose the right ingredients and the right cooking methods. Although this attempt was not successful, at least we learned valuable lessons and cherished the heart that my mother gave us more.
This stinky mandarin fish cooking adventure has become a fond memory for our family, and it has also given us a deeper understanding of the stories and emotions behind the food. Although this dish is not to our taste, this spirit of experimentation and exploration deserves our learning and respect.
Therefore, even if we are "edified" by the stinky mandarin fish, we are still willing to continue to try and explore for the enthusiasm and love of our mother, because in this process, we not only harvest the food, but also the warmth and happiness of the family.
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