Prose describing hometown cuisine

My hometown is like a small and exquisite pearl, located in the green hills. Next, I will bring you prose content describing hometown food, hoping it will be useful to you.

Essay 1 on the description of hometown food: the taste of hometown grandma asked her aunt to bring a bag of hometown sweet potatoes, which was also wrapped in a layer of soil and had a simple taste from the countryside.

Steamed, wash your hands and gently pick one, for fear of crushing the cute shape of sweet potatoes with your hands. The smell of the field is sweet and fragrant. Suddenly, my thoughts returned to my distant hometown.

My hometown is a small village in Changting. The rippling rivers, overlapping mountains, green mountains and green waters have nurtured generations of hometown people.

When I came home on National Day, I saw that the original humble low-rise room had been completely transformed. There are more shops, wider roads and a better life. Everyone imitated the popular urban construction style at that time, demolished many old houses and built new ones, all of which were red and green bricks, which seemed a bit rustic.

Hometown is changing, becoming unknown, and the air is full of factors of the new economic era. The personnel in my hometown are not yesterday, and the scenery and things are quietly blurred. However, the smell of my hometown surrounds me more and more strongly.

I gently closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of hometown is in the air. It turns out that the taste of my hometown is so beautiful that it has already penetrated into my heart.

The most beautiful thing is the taste of childhood, mixed with naughty breath.

I remember when I was four years old, I planted flowers and plants in my yard: orchids, clivia, cycads, camellias and cordate telosma. There is also a grape and plum tree in my backyard. Because grandpa likes to grow flowers, especially orchids, orchids are the most planted.

The big tree in the backyard needs several children to hold. I'm not sure what tree it is now, but I think it's plum tree. Probably in autumn, it will bear a tree of plums, and then fall to the ground, and the children are scrambling to pick them up.

I like summer nights best. At that time, cordate telosma will quietly bloom, emitting a strange floral fragrance, faint and gentle around you. This is the smell of summer night. The fragrance seems to be absent in the air, and the faint fragrance floats around. If you take a step forward, you will feel more real. Cordate telosma always attracts some fireflies, so we turn off the lights and watch those fireflies fly around with a faint light green color, which is a little starlight on a summer night. When eating, the evening breeze blew the fragrance of cordate telosma, and fireflies danced under their feet. Therefore, eating has become a kind of enjoyment.

Back to my hometown in the countryside, sitting in the car, large tracts of yellow rape flowers flashed by, and the air was filled with the faint scent of soil. And I love the dusk in the country, wearing sunset glow to find wild camellia and gardenia.

Now I know that in my little heart, I have been longing for that beauty.

Just in spring, orchids came to report for duty. I can't stand the temptation of flowers. I often pick flowers for fun when I am naughty. My cousin sandwiched the blooming petals one by one among the pages. I don't know when the fragrance in the page ran out, which made me envious.

June in summer is the season to see lotus flowers. There is a pond full of lotus flowers not far from my home. My friends and I secretly went to pick lotus flowers. I also fell into the pond for this, but all kinds of unhappiness were washed away by the pride of holding a lot of lotus flowers in my hand.

Eight sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. Several osmanthus trees were planted in the school where grandpa taught. Every time I take a lunch break at noon, I go in under the pretext of seeing my grandfather. Looking at clusters of yellow osmanthus, I flashed an evil thought and shook it desperately, and the osmanthus fell to the ground. Of course, it is inevitable to get a scolding from grandpa.

The Spring Festival is coming, and the whole village is filled with the choking smell of setting off firecrackers. I hate going out at this time. Maybe that bad boy will throw a ring at you. Now, there is a crackling sound in my ear, and the smell of firecrackers has become better.

The taste of my hometown, just a little, stays in my memory, and I dare not forget it!

And the memory melts in the taste of hometown, and a little miss will attract endless miss, which is enough for me to taste quietly and alone in a foreign land.

Essay 2: Oranges in my hometown are produced all over the country, and I like oranges in my hometown very much.

After several spring rains, many light green buds have grown on the orange tree. After more than ten days, the branches are covered with white flowers like snow, and the spring breeze blows slightly, which looks like a white butterfly dancing from a distance. Approaching citrus, a little fragrance will get into your nose and penetrate into your heart, making you intoxicated and lingering.

The weather is getting warmer every day, and small orange flowers are falling. It's like a thin layer of snow under the tree, and oranges the size of mung beans are scrambling to emerge. At this time, oranges are green and green. If you pinch it hard, it tastes astringent and bitter, and you can't tell it's an orange at all. Oranges grow day by day. Look again, it is as big as a grape, and the shape of an orange comes out. Its surface is covered with wrinkles, just like the face of an old man who has experienced wind and frost. At this time, the orange is green in color and tastes bitter and sour. It's impossible to eat, and your mouth can't eat. In July and August, oranges grow to the size of apples, and the skin is much smoother, gradually turning into light blue yellow. Oranges taste sour and sweet at this time. If you are greedy and not afraid of acid, you can choose one to taste. Don't eat too much, your teeth will get sour. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, oranges were ripe, and the trees were covered with oranges from Huang Chengcheng, just like hanging small lanterns, which looked very attractive.

Ripe oranges have a strong flavor. Feel it. The skin is soft and bare. It is really cute. Peeling off its yellow skin, you can see that the fresh and tender flesh is close together, like children hugging each other and whispering. You can choose one to taste, which will make you want to eat.

Oranges are not only delicious, but also have many functions. They are rich in nutrients, vitamins and minerals. Orange peel can be used as medicine, appetizing and refreshing! I like oranges in my hometown very much because they accompany me to grow up healthily. After listening to my introduction, do you also like oranges in my hometown? Do you want to taste the oranges in my hometown yourself? Then, please visit my hometown.

Essay on the description of hometown food Part III: As the saying goes, snacks in hometown? People eat for the sky? Almost every place has its own food, you see: Beijing Roast Duck, Xi 'an Mutton Paomo, Inner Mongolia Little Sheep, Yunnan Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles, Shanxi Daoxiao Noodles, from the main course at the banquet to local snacks in the street village.

Fish-flavored shredded pork is a famous flavor snack here.

Fish-flavored shredded pork is delicious and beautiful. There are green peppers, carrots and shredded pork in Huang Chengcheng on a plate, which is particularly conspicuous, and then poured with hot soup, which really makes people salivate.

The method of fish-flavored shredded pork is very simple, adding meat and carrots. Shred all green peppers for later use. Pour a little oil into the pot, stir-fry shredded pork, then pour it on a plate, add ginger, onion, pepper, tomato sauce, cooking wine and other seasonings and stir-fry for a while, then add radish and green pepper and stir-fry. A few minutes later, a pot of fish-flavored shredded pork is ready.

Eating fish-flavored shredded pork is also very interesting. When eating carrots, I always lick spicy soup with my tongue first. Then put it in your mouth and slowly taste its inner taste. Once, my mother came back late, but she still burned the fish-flavored shredded pork that I never got tired of eating. As soon as one end of the table was served, I couldn't wait to put a chopstick on it, and it was delicious. It's really fragrant, spicy and slightly sweet. It's delicious. In this way, in a short time, a pot full of fish-flavored shredded pork arrived in my stomach, making my mouth full of spicy soup. Did mom and dad look at me? Confused? Sample, everyone burst out laughing.

Essay 4: I love snacks in my hometown. My hometown is located in a pleasant place. Little Nanjing? Pushi Town, just like its name, is like picturesque scenery and snacks, but jiaozi is the most famous in our hometown.

It's not difficult to be a spoiled brat, and it's not easy to say it.

First buy fresh meat from the market, chop it into minced meat, then put the flour already prepared into a basin, add appropriate amount of water, and you can mix the noodles. Divide it into three times and five times, and the dough will be ready. Then put the dough on the steaming tray, pick up the rolling pin, roll the dough for a while, and the dumpling skin will be ready. But you must pay attention that the dumpling skin should not be too thin, because it is too thin, the meat in the dumpling skin will be disobedient and drill out from the gap in the dumpling skin; Dumpling skin should not be too thick, because it is too thick, so it is not so easy for jiaozi to cook in water. Therefore, the dumpling skin must be moderately thick, just right.

When jiaozi is done, put it into boiling water. You must be patient when cooking jiaozi. After two or three minutes, Jiaozi dived into the water freely. After a while, Jiaozi was alive and kicking in the water like a little whitebait. The blue flame licked the bottom of the pot, the pot was steaming, and the jiaozi in the pot was boiling all the time. Before long, I saw that the time was up, so I quickly brought a bowl with some jiaozi in it. I picked up a jiaozi with chopsticks and put it in my mouth. Wow! It is delicious. A faint juice came out of my mouth. Really admire jiaozi but not the immortal! I savored the smell carefully, and even the gods in the sky rarely heard it several times. I gently took a bite, and suddenly, there was an unspeakable feeling in my heart. There seems to be nothing more delicious than this.

As the saying goes:? Bread is the pillar of life. ? I said:? I take jiaozi as my paradise! ? Jiaozi in my hometown has a unique flavor in my hometown.