每次面对着千篇一律的午餐,</SPAN>心理都会有涌起一股想家的愁绪.</SPAN>想起另外一个城市,</SPAN>另外想起妈妈的厨房.....</SPAN></SPAN></STRONG>
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母亲做什么都好吃,</SPAN>这是左邻右舍都公认的,</SPAN>就那邻家的小孩,</SPAN>每每被他们的父母从我家的饭桌旁拎着耳朵满脸陪着笑揪回家,</SPAN>就可见一般了,</SPAN>母亲很温和的笑着说:</SPAN>孩子嘛,</SPAN>能吃多少点.</SPAN></SPAN></STRONG>
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每到快过年的时候母亲就早早的预备好了过年的食物,</SPAN>老腊肉 醪糟 红豆腐 、腌蛋....</SPAN>好多好多</SPAN></STRONG>
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老蜡肉的原材料是五花肉,</SPAN>母亲将它们用刀切成巴掌宽,</SPAN>把盐和花椒等香料撒在上面,</SPAN>揉好,</SPAN>放入一个陶瓷的坛子里腌制,</SPAN>几个小时以后就可以熏了,</SPAN>用绳子从肉的一头穿过,</SPAN>打个园园的扣,</SPAN>一个个挂在一根长木棒上,</SPAN>间隔好距离,</SPAN>然后在选择一个地势,</SPAN>我家呢,</SPAN>就依靠了阳台的一个角,</SPAN>用麻袋和厚的纸壳将这个角的四周和顶部密封好,</SPAN>前面留一观察情况的帘子,</SPAN>在肉串下放好从山上收集来的松柏枝叶,</SPAN>上面杀撒上木头锯末点燃,</SPAN>看着袅袅青烟慢慢的起来了,</SPAN>老腊肉的熏制工程就此展开了,</SPAN>这个工程可有将就,</SPAN>只能冒烟不要明火,</SPAN>不然那可就不是熏肉了而成了烤肉了,</SPAN>我曾经自告奋勇的要做监制人,</SPAN>具体职责就是不能让火燃起来,</SPAN>又要保证充足的烟雾,</SPAN>我频繁的掀动帘子,</SPAN>不一会熏的涕泪横流,</SPAN>面目全非了,</SPAN>我揉着火辣辣的眼睛,</SPAN>稍微的停顿了,</SPAN>再伸头看,</SPAN>啊火起来了.</SPAN>噼里啪啦,</SPAN>肉的油滴到了火苗上,</SPAN>这下知道了什么叫火上浇油了,</SPAN>那个带劲,</SPAN>一不留神,</SPAN>眉毛也被欢快的火苗舔了一下,</SPAN>手忙脚乱,</SPAN>抓土啊,</SPAN>身后传来喊声,</SPAN>我赶忙抓起旁边的花盆.</SPAN>一顿忙乱,</SPAN>火终于下去了,</SPAN>可是烟也没啦.</SPAN>母亲看着我的狼狈样子,</SPAN>笑着把我赶走了.</SPAN>之后后妈妈就一直亲自监督,</SPAN>十天过去了,</SPAN>肉慢慢的稍微小了一点,</SPAN>颜色有红慢慢的黄.</SPAN>淡黄,</SPAN>橘黄,</SPAN>然后金黄,</SPAN>透亮的身子看着油汪汪的,</SPAN>就大功告成了,</SPAN>一块快的取下,</SPAN>整齐的码在纸箱里.</SPAN>最后留下了一块,</SPAN>放进蒸笼里,</SPAN>晚饭的时候就多了一道菜,</SPAN>切成薄薄的片,</SPAN>瘦红肥白相间,</SPAN>晶莹透亮,</SPAN>迫不及待用手取一片放如口中,</SPAN>细细咀嚼,</SPAN>口留余香,</SPAN>完了在舔舔手指...</SPAN>再多一片,</SPAN>怕就没有这么好的滋味了</SPAN></STRONG>
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另一美味就是米酒,</SPAN>俗称醪糟,</SPAN>父亲的最爱,</SPAN>这个需提前准备,</SPAN>母亲细细的精选了几斤糯米.</SPAN>需颗颗均匀饱满,</SPAN>洗净,</SPAN>浸泡,</SPAN>约二三时辰,</SPAN>下锅煮,</SPAN>煮到二分熟时,</SPAN>捞起盛入一个簸箕中,</SPAN>沥干水分,</SPAN>在放入一个洗净晾干的陶瓷坛子里,</SPAN>加入适量的酒花.</SPAN>由于特别费事,</SPAN>所以母亲总是在晚上来做,</SPAN>每每半夜走进厨房,</SPAN>母亲正在低着头忙碌着,</SPAN>母亲的头发在袅袅的烟气中,</SPAN>都湿了沾在白皙的额角,</SPAN>妈妈,</SPAN>我陪你吧,</SPAN>你去睡吧,</SPAN>一会就好了.</SPAN>我坚持,</SPAN>结果总是我一觉天亮,</SPAN>母亲又去忙别的了,</SPAN>用一个旧的棉袄将坛子围住,</SPAN>保持它的温度,</SPAN>然后放在火炉的一角,</SPAN>象个贪睡的孩子,</SPAN>胖胖的挺起个打肚子在那打盹,</SPAN>半个月过去了.</SPAN>叫醒了他,</SPAN>起开坛子,</SPAN>满眼淡红的酒花,</SPAN>一股淡淡的酒香串了出来,</SPAN>象个隐形的顽皮的天使,</SPAN>在空中左顾右盼,</SPAN>挑拨着人们的嗅觉,</SPAN>晕了.</SPAN>母亲预备了小小的白色的小汤圆,</SPAN>盛了一小碗醪糟,</SPAN>等小小汤圆快要熟了的时候叫醪糟放了进去,</SPAN>搅拌一下,</SPAN>给每人盛上一小碗,</SPAN>围着烧的通红的火炉细细的品尝着,</SPAN>只能听见汤匙的叮当声,</SPAN>一丝温暖,</SPAN>一丝甜,</SPAN>一丝诱惑没有酒的度数,</SPAN>人却开始飘飘忽忽,</SPAN>哎呀母亲的爱把每个人都灌醉了.</SPAN></SPAN></STRONG>
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来到另外一个城市,</SPAN>母亲每每打来电话.</SPAN>必要叮嘱好好吃饭,</SPAN>我说吃的很好很注意的,</SPAN>但放下电话,</SPAN>我心里却有了个回忆,</SPAN>小的时候常常肚子饿的时候就拽着不停忙碌的母亲衣角,</SPAN>嚷嚷的,</SPAN>好饿.</SPAN>正在擀着面条的母亲就会切下一角面片,</SPAN>放在炉盖上,</SPAN>一会一块脆黄的面片出炉了,</SPAN>一咬,</SPAN>嘎崩脆..</SPAN>伫立在窗前,</SPAN>看万家灯火,</SPAN>哪个窗口,</SPAN>是谁的母亲还在忙碌,</SPAN>你的孩子多幸福啊,</SPAN></SPAN></STRONG>
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我的母亲你定是是准备着我们归家时的美味了,</SPAN>我看到了你窗前忙碌的身影了.....</SPAN></SPAN></STRONG>.</SPAN></STRONG> </SPAN>
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