Kitchen Taste Essay Write Smell, Touch, Sight, Hearing

When you open the door, you will be filled with the fragrance.

Take the fat but not greasy three yellow chickens, smear the whole body with salt until it seems to be covered with a thick layer of snow, and gently poke, and a few drops of salt crystals can float down. Put it in a pot, simmer over medium heat, and let the unique aroma of meat and salt permeate the kitchen. Catalyzed by the simmering fire, the coarse salt crystals gradually advance from the skin to the more delicate interior, and disperse into every part of the body under the harmony of time.

After four hours, the golden chicken is crispy and tender, fat and sweet. The whole kitchen is full of the scent that seduces people's hearts.

A dish of salt-baked chicken, the most ordinary Hakka dish, evokes the memories of my grandmother's childhood, the green hills and streams in Lingnan, the surrounding buildings and thatched huts, the shallow murmurs of the women and the cheerful laughter of the children, like a frame of movie, stranded and crossed in front of my eyes

The Hakka community has always been built at the foot of the mountain by the water source. The two into the walled building, push open the old red lacquer door, is the family to store sundries one in, most of the large water tank half a person high scattered around, the tank floats with a wooden scoop, who is thirsty, gently raise the arm, can taste the spring of the mountain stream. Pushing open a wooden door, there is an open space, scattered around the house, forming a square, near the side of the door, narrow stairs leading to the higher floors, all the houses are level with the first floor, layer after floor, leaving a high patio.

The green tiles are tinged with black color, outlining the solemnity of an ethnic group. The hard-working Hakka women always sit in the courtyard with bamboo stools, sit on needlework slowly and methodically, talk about the lives of each family, and occasionally look up at the square sky, which is as clear as a wash. The clouds moved slowly with the wind, and they felt tranquil and content.