Memories of childhood (4) A bowl of pickles (Clivia Flower 484)

202 1 1 15 It will be sunny on Friday at 2 ~ 16 degrees.

? I remember that in the sixties and seventies, in winter, every family in Jiangnan water town had pickle jars.

Once upon a time, early winter was the season of pickles, and farmers harvested them from the fields. (Cang) vegetables (the dialect of green vegetables) are sold on the street to buy good ones? Grandma got up early and went to Renmin Qiaodong food market to buy food? Vegetables, my grandmother has small feet and walks slowly, so my grandmother will definitely take my granddaughter who just entered the first grade of primary school out with her. I can help her with her things.

? Buy? You must buy white-headed vegetables, like this? Pickled pickles are delicious, and the stalks taste crisp and tender. At that time, this pickle porridge was indispensable on the breakfast table. Raw vegetable leaves are not very popular, so you can only fry shredded pork and cook it. But curing? Vegetables must be marinated with some wild vegetables in the vegetable tank at the same time, so that the pickled pickles will be fresh and tender until the eyebrows are off.

? Grandma's family has a bowl of pickles on every meal table. This bowl of pickles is only for grandma. This is grandma's specialty. Grandma used a brown hoop kiln bowl to put chopped pickles, and put the pickle bowl on the steaming rack in the rice pot to stew. Every time she cooks, grandma always remembers this pickle bowl and takes it from the canteen to the kitchen. There is a small patio between the two rooms. No matter whether it's windy or rainy or the weather is bad, grandma will always take this pickle bowl to the kitchen for steaming, and the pickles in the bowl will be steamed.

? In my grandparents' later years, that is, in the early 1970s, they bid farewell to the house where they lived for most of their lives, reluctantly bid farewell to their neighbors who had lived together for decades, and moved to our home, which runs with us in the family. At that time, my mother wanted my grandmother to remove the pickle bowl. My grandmother seems to regard pickle bowls as treasures and stick to her old habits. Mom has her own ideas, too, for fear that others will think differently when they see grandma eating pickles all the time. Grandpa said that it is impossible for grandma to get rid of this frugality after eating pickles all her life, so let her be. A month before her grandmother left, she cooked a pot of pickles. She murmured that an oolong boat was rocking to take me back to Xitang. I'm going to raise pigs, and the cooked pickles will be taken back to feed the pigs. ...

? Grandma is thinking about her hometown and the pickles she ate before she left.

? We were all deeply moved by grandma's behavior of eating pickles for three meals. She didn't come from poverty. Before marriage, she was the eldest miss of the Hu family in Xitang, and Grandma Hu's family and Nizhai in Xitang were in-laws. After marriage, my grandmother is the wife of a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine. She has no worries about food and clothing, but she has been living a frugal life, and her frugality is admirable. Grandmother accumulated good deeds for her offspring. Thanks to her genes, she has always maintained a good character of diligent housekeeping. The happy life we live today is inseparable from her words and deeds.