When it comes to dumplings, everyone will think of Ningbo dumplings. Yes, my hometown is in Ningbo. I made dumplings, too! At that time, it happened to be the Spring Festival, and jiaozi was at home. My brother and sister and I are also clamoring for them to be together. The three children are as excited, twittering and bustling as happy birds.
First, I add water to glutinous rice flour and stir it evenly. This step is more difficult for me. I knead the flour into a ball, then beat it with my left hand and my right hand, and finally knead it as hard as possible. It's really hard work, and kneading dough balls makes me sweat. Finally, after a series of "tortures" such as rubbing, beating, knocking, rubbing and patting,
The most interesting step in wrapping jiaozi is stuffing. But when I was a child, my fingers were not flexible, either the stuffing on the left was exposed or the skin on the right was broken. I wrapped a bag in a hurry, and the white round dumplings turned into black and white monsters with different shapes, which made the three of us laugh. At this time, the adults are waiting for the best jiaozi to be served to us, no matter how we package it. Because as soon as they were born, the sesame stuffing in the dumplings broke the skin and became a "smile forever". We three brothers and sisters all ate the fruits of our own victory, so let alone how happy we are!
When the moon is bright, we are eating dumplings, but our thoughts are flying in our childhood in our hometown, thinking about the fun of that bag of dumplings and the taste of eating dumplings. I wish the world a reunion!
As soon as he got off the plane, he hurried home dusty.
As usual, there are three bowls of glutinous rice balls on the table, which are the kind of Sanquanling glutinous rice balls made by Seiko. His wife and children are silently waiting for him to come back. ...
Ten years ago, they got married and had a common hobby-eating glutinous rice balls. Soon the crystallization of love was born, probably due to genetic reasons, and this little guy was also surprisingly fond of dumplings.
Every Sunday afternoon, she always mixes a pot of sweet red bean jujube paste and rubs a sticky glutinous rice dough. At that time, buying dumplings was a luxury for them, so they had to do it themselves. He and his son also helped, because he often handed his mother salt as sugar by mistake, or scattered sticky rice noodles everywhere.
The preparations are done, and making dumplings seems to be an earth-shattering event. When they make dumplings, they often steal the stuffing from small bowls. When she found out, they always pretended to frown and gave their son a lovely little white nose and white lips stuck with rice noodles. At this time, the son clapped his hands and shouted, "Dad ate fish scales!" " They all laughed.