Peanuts and edamame are the most common fruits in farmland. One is firmly rooted in the roots and the other is hung on the branches. At the dinner table, it becomes clear and mixe
Peanuts and edamame are the most common fruits in farmland. One is firmly rooted in the roots and the other is hung on the branches. At the dinner table, it becomes clear and mixed food. In summer, street stalls often hear more orders: "Boss, a plate of peanut edamame."
I have a hobby, that is, taking peanuts and edamame as tea, especially in autumn, when fresh shelled peanuts and edamame are just on the market. In my spare time, I will lie on the rattan chair on the balcony, open a book casually, read quietly, make a pot of tea on the coffee table next to me, and then put a plate of peanut edamame on it. Although there are no exquisite refreshments, I feel a lot of local flavor while watching and eating. A smell of earth and beans, a sip of tea and a few pages of books, that is the most peaceful feeling.
With the cool autumn wind swaying the osmanthus trees outside the window, there are several clouds hanging in the blue sky, and I don't know where to drift lazily. At this time, my mood brought me back to my childhood, with the pastoral scene of peanut cutting edamame. The adults raised their hoes in the direction of peanut seedlings, poof, and then pulled them hard, only to see clusters of white and fat peanuts hanging on the loess above the ground. In a short time, the whole peanut lay neatly on the ground like a domino, waiting to be bundled, loaded and pulled home to dry. Semi-dried soybean seedlings creaked in the waving of sickles. Adults grabbed a handful and shook it back and forth a few times, then they heard the rustling sound in the pods, like a musical instrument called "sand hammer", which brought the best accompaniment in the harvest season.
Childhood stubbornness seems to be nature. After working for a while, I began to pay attention to playing. Slowly, several children began to gather in one direction, picked up shovels and shovels and began to dig the hamster's nest. It is always successful, not only destroying several giant hamsters, but also seizing many peanuts and edamame stolen by hamsters. After exterminating the gophers, they began to chase after them, from peanut field to bean seedling field, sometimes ambushing, sometimes probing, sometimes picking up soft soil and throwing it at each other, splashing a cloud of dust on their bodies until someone in the bean seedling field covered their heads and cried, and the chase came to an abrupt end. At this time, the children closest to their parents will flee in panic, and if they escape slowly, they will leave a crisp sound on their buttocks.
A busy family with a bumper harvest has no time to go home for lunch. In order to stabilize children, adults will give them a favorite job. The children concentrate on the ground, build a hollow cone with mud, then light a fire at the hollow position, add the picked peanuts and edamame, push down the hot "pyramid" with a shovel, bury the soil and seal it, and start stewing. Soon, delicious peanuts and edamame were baked. The family gathered together and started a lunch in the field, salted duck eggs, mung bean soup, pancakes or steamed bread. The whole field was quiet, and every household was enjoying the delicious food cooked in their own fields, only a few wisps of kitchen smoke rose. If we freeze the picture at that time, the happy scene should be unparalleled.
Twist a edamame in your mouth, gently bite it with your teeth, and a few beans will fall into the tip of your tongue, chew it quietly and savor it. From the countryside to the city, peanuts and edamame, the two simplest delicacies, will patronize my dining table from time to time. From sowing to harvesting, they carry too many memories and stories. Life in the field is drifting away. Although many cities are becoming more and more prosperous and new agriculture is becoming more and more developed, the beans that have never changed with us are still beans and melons. I can't praise it with more gorgeous words and language. Perhaps only simple existence can taste the most beautiful taste of life.