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On Sunday, Li Tianfa went straight to my house early in the morning.

He broke into my room and woke me up. I said, "I'm dreaming!" How dare you wake me up and see how I beat you! Li Tianfa said: "What early? It's not too early, you should be up too! I didn't have breakfast.

Eat, my stomach is almost hungry. Do you have anything good to eat in your house? I said, "No!" He said, "Do you have any flour at home?" I said, "Of course there is flour!" "Then let's eat pancakes! ”

Okay, let's pancake together! I immediately got up, brought flour, and fried the dough with Li Tianfa.

Then, I took a clean wooden board and placed it on top of the table. I brought another basin and put flour in it. Then, I put some water in the basin. Then I reached out and made flour. I don't stop.

The ground was mixed with the flour, and finally, I reconciled the flour. Next, I divide the dough in half, one for each person. I gave Li Tianfa a copy. I took another stick and spread the flour into a circle. Li Tianfa learned from me.

Xi also spread the dough into a circle. Next, I washed the pot. Then, I poured a little oil into the pot and turned on the gas stove.

When the oil was cooked, I put the dough in. After a while, I flipped the dough over and fried it again. After a while, I turned the cake over again and let it fry again. After a while, the aroma rushed from the pot.

Come. Ah, the pancakes are cooked! Then, Li Tianfa also put some oil into the pot and began to fry his cakes. When he finished frying the pancakes, we put some special seasonings on top of the pancakes. I took a bite and felt the taste.

Not bad. So, I took a big bite to eat.

Eat well, Li Tianfa played with me at my house.

It was not early, and Li Tianfa had to go home. On this day, I think it's really nice for Li Tianfa to come to my house to play.

Suzhou snacks -- dumb raw fried as the saying goes: "There is heaven above, and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou below." "We in Suzhou not only have outstanding people, but also have a very long history of snacks, with a soft and glutinous countryside full of Jiangnan flavor, smooth and fresh yellow Tianyuan.

Zhu Hongxing's Su Bang noodles. Pink small cage crab bun ......However, my favorite is the dumb pan-fried. One day, I went with my parents to eat dumb fried basil.

When I was waiting, I saw the legendary master, the master's name is Yu Eryuan, because he is deaf and dumb, so the raw fried steamed buns he made are called "dumb raw fried" I saw him holding two white handkerchiefs in his hands, turning the pot and opening the lid. Sprinkle with chopped green onions. Dots sesame seeds.

Spray cool water. Oil-drenched ......Don't stop for a moment, and immediately get out of the pot and put it on the plate as soon as the heat is in place, and the action is clean and neat. The waiter served the raw fried, only to see the green onion and sesame seeds dotted on the white golden skin, the skin is very thin and the golden side is a little thick and looks crispy.

The aroma of the fried is fragrant, I can't wait to pick up a bite of the raw frying, take a bite gently, the fragrant soup will flow out of the thin skin, and there is a fragrance of sesame seeds and green onions in the mouth, and there is a little sweetness in addition to the freshness. The meat is refreshing. The temperature of the hot mouth makes the essence of the filling flow wantonly along all the pipes in the body, some flow downward, some rush upward, and all kinds of complex feelings are mixed as if they are immortals.

When you bite into the minced meat, it's softer and smoother than floured balls, and it's tougher and more elastic than unfloured fish balls. Enjoy it with the perfect fit between your tongue and teeth. Happy.

Aftertaste. Revel in ......It makes people feel reluctant to put down the chopsticks after taking a bite. Yes!

Dumb fried raw rice is really a delicacy in the world. Yes! After eating it, it makes people feel like a fairy.

The aftertaste is endless, and it deserves to be the best fried steamed bun in Suzhou.

I'll give you the essay for your reference, the key to the composition is to write it in first-person order!!

This morning I decided to make my own breakfast and make pancakes.

I started by looking for the ingredients to make the pancakes: nutritious flour and sugar. I searched my mind for my mother's steps to make pancakes.

I first poured the flour into the basin, about one-third of the basin, and then poured in a little sugar, I used a spoon to stir the flour and sugar evenly, and then poured in the hot water that I had just boiled. You must know that the pancakes that my mother usually makes are not like this. I hurriedly took a pot of "glutinous rice balls" to my mother for advice.

Oh! It turned out that when my mother was making pancakes, I didn't see the details clearly and poured cold water into hot water. I had no choice but to "give up" and re-prepare the materials.

I was also very careful when pouring cold water for the second time, stirring as I poured, because my mother said that adding water was crucial, and I thought that it would directly determine the "fate" of the pancakes.

Everything is ready! I poured a little oil into the frying pan, and then used a spoon to dig a large piece of flour and spread it on the pan, who knew that the flour after the water was stuck with the spoon, like stained with 502, I used another spoon to try to "cut" the flour, but like iron meets magnetism, it escalated into an "entanglement" between the two spoons and the flour. It took me a lot of effort to get the spoon to completely separate from the flour.

I thought, it had been about half a minute, and one side of the pancake should have been cooked, so I turned the side of the pancake over, and it was already browned, probably because of the delay caused by separating the flour. How can flour get so wet? I thought back to the question I had just asked.

My mother saw what I was thinking and said, "That's because there is too little water and the flour is too thick." "It dawned on me.

After flipping back and forth, my first pancake was baked! I'm still not happy with the pancake because it's a little burnt. I'm not convinced, can't I even deal with small pancakes?

So I was ready to re-fry the second pancake.

I added a little more water to the flour for the second pancake, so it wasn't so sticky. I spread the flour on the pan, and in order to avoid the second pancake repeating the tragedy of the first pancake, I immediately "carried" the pancake with a shovel to a 180-degree "air rotation". The original piece of good "pancake" was shattered, and the five horses were separated, turning into pieces of "glass chips".

Ay! How are pancakes so hard! When my mother saw that my pancake skills were not up to standard, she volunteered to be my master and taught me how to make pancakes. With my mother's help, I also made delicious pancakes.

Well, it's delicious! I soaked in the aroma of pancakes. Eating the pancakes I fried for the first time, I also understood a truth: some things seem easy, but they are easier said than done! To do anything, you need to have a certain amount of experience and exercise to do it well!

Every year during the Spring Festival, every household inevitably wants to make noodles, wontons, steamed buns... to celebrate the Chinese New Year.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, grandma is going to make flour cakes, and of course flour is indispensable for making flour. My grandmother told me to fetch some flour, but my brother also told me to go, so I had to take him with me. Along the way, my brother was smiling evilly, and I had to be careful not to let his tricks succeed.

When I took the flour back, I moved it, and my brother didn't do anything. I began to blame him: "You've been laughing badly all the way, and now you can't do anything in the first game, what the hell are you here for!"

When my brother saw that I was angry, he quickly pretended to be fake and said to me, "Good sister, don't be angry, I'll help you right away." With that, he immediately snatched the flour.

At this time, I wiped the sweat on my head, and when my brother saw it, I wiped my face, and immediately couldn't help but laugh. I couldn't help but glare at him, "What's so funny. "Look at your hands for yourself, hahahaha... I immediately looked at my hands, and they were covered in flour, and I saw that my brother had done it.

I reacted immediately, grabbed a handful of flour, and threw it at him, my brother ran too slowly, and I sprinkled my face with flour, like a "white-faced angel". When my brother saw that he had been captured, he immediately begged me for mercy, but at this time, he was wishful thinking. He hurriedly snatched the flour bag and sprinkled my head, and my whole body turned white, and my brother said to me with a smile

Sister, let's go. ”

When we got home, my grandmother saw that we had become like this, and that we had not brought back flour, so she forbade us not to eat dinner, but finally forgave us. After eating, my brother and I had a hook, and we will definitely compare it again in the future.

We'll see you next time in the next game.

Today is the Qingming Festival, and the Qingming Festival has the custom of eating willow pancakes, sweeping tombs to worship ancestors, and going to the green.

Early in the morning, my mother and I got up to fry willow cakes. I put the tender green willow leaves in the water and washed them clean. Mom poured the flour into the bowl, added some water to the bowl, and stirred.

Mom stirred and stirred, and the flour turned into a pile of mush. Mom added an egg and a pinch of salt to the flour and stirred it again, stirring and stirring, until the white flour paste turned yellow. It was almost stirred, and my mother asked me to put the willow leaves in.

I really wanted to stir, my mother seemed to see my thoughts, handed me the chopsticks, I happily picked up the chopsticks and stirred in the bowl a few times, haha, the yellow flour paste turned green. Next, my mother heated the pot first, poured some oil into the pot, scooped a spoonful of flour paste into the pot, and spread the flour paste with a spatula. I saw a ball of flour paste turned into a round piece, and my mother picked up the pot like a chef and shook it hard, and the pancakes turned over like a child's head.

After a while, the pancake turned yellow, and a smell of aroma came to my nose, I couldn't help but tear a piece and put it in my mouth, wow, fragrant, crunchy, so delicious!

That's how the willow pancakes were, and it turned out to be so much fun to make willow pancakes!