A good memory of childhood -- little hedgehog steamed bread(guan yu tong nian de mei hao hui yi xiao ci wei man tou )

A good memory of childhood -- little hedgehog steamed bread

Introduction:

"Tell me about those greedy stories when I was a child - people say that I am old when I am three years old. It seems reasonable to think about this carefully. Let's talk about me. Since I was a child, I've always tried all kinds of strange ways to make food. Now I'm nearly 40 years old, and it seems that this kind of hobby is still on the increase. Because I like it, I always think about how to make all kinds of delicious food in my spare time. As for the ordinary food, it's easy to do. When I was a child, my mother called me greedy cat! It can be seen that gluttony was also seen as a child. Until now, occasionally, my mother would tease me by telling me all kinds of greedy stories in my childhood. It would not be like now, when we were children, we didn't have too much homework and extracurricular training and cram schools. We should say that our childhood was free. A group of free range children, as long as they finish their homework, the rest of the time is their own, what do you want to do! Home from school, parents at most asked: "homework done?" "It's done!" As soon as I throw my schoolbag, I go crazy with my friends in the yard. When I was in the lower grade of primary school, I played every family. Others were competing to be the bride and bridegroom. Every time, I volunteered to be a cook. I used all kinds of flowers, leaves, soil and rotten pots and tiles to hold all kinds of strange "wedding banquet". Later, I didn't know when I became the king of children in the yard. Once, I stole my mother's new year's pickled meat and led a group of friends to hide in the canal behind the yard to light a fire and barbecue. Later, the smoke smoked into other people's rooms, which scared the family into thinking that there was a fire. When they ran out, they found that it was US troublemakers, and we were all scolded . Later, the angry family went to my mother to sue me. For arson and stealing meat, I was punished for kneeling in front of Chairman Mao's painting paper in the living room for two hours to show my repentance. When I was in primary school, there was a kind of game at the gate of the school to fool children by mounting sugar flowers on a turntable. The boss would mount something with three strokes and two strokes of syrup on a turntable. Every time I can only turn a chicken, a duck or something, and I have never had a chance with the dragon and Phoenix on the plate. Once, I almost turned to a dragon, and my heart thumped and leaped to my throat. At the last decisive moment, the pointer mercilessly deviated a little bit, and it turned out to be a chicken. As soon as I got angry and went home, I poured a kilo of my mother's sugar into the pot and swore that I would mount a piece of sugar dragon. As a result, there was too much sugar and the fire was so fierce that the pot was scorched Although in the end, my mother cleaned up the mess before she came home from work, she was still caught by her sensitive nose! East window incident, sugar flowers did not eat, but also did not eat the pain of skin and meat, but my mother almost read the ear cocoon. From then on, in order not to let me have another chance to make trouble, with my mother's order that "we are not allowed to light a fire at home and eat without permission", our kitchen completely closed the door full of temptation to me with a "bang" attitude. When it comes to childhood gluttony, the most representative is the two scars that people still have on my legs. They follow me all their lives and tell me all the time about the heavy cost of growing up because of gluttony. The one on the belly of the calf was scalded by the coal stove because he went to the pickle jar on a hot summer day to steal the oil ginger made by my father. The bigger one was on the thigh, and he also went to the kitchen to steal the taro stewed beef just made by my father, which was burned by the steam in the pressure cooker. The two scars completely branded me with the trace of "delicious ghost". They went deep into my bones and couldn't be washed out! In fact, whether it's about childhood, about eating, or about many other kinds of funny things, in retrospect, the most difficult thing is that childlike interest and a childlike innocence. Recalling the years, when people gradually grow up and mature, gradually become rational and philistine, but also more and more lost that innocence and childishness. This is the price that growth has to pay. Just a lot of times, people can become mature, can be more powerful, but do not need to lose the innocence. Or just the joy of seeing snowflakes flying all over the sky on a snowy day, or just the faint residual sadness and joy in the memory after passing time, let it hide in a corner and accompany you silently. Everything, we have gone through, we have experienced, we will experience more However, when we taste the delicious food of life, occasionally we will recall the era full of innocence, just like a piece of tea we chew after dinner, the aftertaste between lips and teeth will also spread to our hearts... "

Production steps:

Materials required:

Flour: right amount

Steamed bread and hair yeast powder: appropriate amount

Baking powder: appropriate amount

Cocoa powder: a little

matters needing attention:

Production difficulty: ordinary

Process: steaming

Production time: one hour

Taste: Original

Chinese PinYin : Guan Yu Tong Nian De Mei Hao Hui Yi Xiao Ci Wei Man Tou