The significant food in my mind - first draft

Over the winter break, I went back home, and many close relatives in my family came to the city that I lived to meet me. My grandma, who looked after me everyday until my cousin born when I was ten years old, came also. I loved the food that she cooked so much during the time period that she looked after me, especially the noodle she cooked. Actually I didn’t like to eat any noodle usually, but the handmade noodle that she made seems different. Not only because of the different taste, and also the love I can feel from it.

The handmade noodle is not too difficult to cook that I can even cook it by myself. However, the taste did change a lot even though the processes are totally the same. It might be the taste of love. I asked my grandma to make the noodle again this time she came to me. Then, she quickly started the process. Starting from chose the type of flour, she was careful. I knew that she wanted to try her best to make me happy. Then, she mixed a little water and the flour together. The mixture soon became big dough, which was smooth, white and soft. Later, she rolled the dough to really thin, even thinner than two millimeter, and folded it. After that, she cut the dough in to pieces and boiled the noodle. With the clear smell of the noodle and sauce that made by beans, peppers and eggs, the meal was coming.

Beside the beautiful smell of the noodle, the first thing that caught my mention was its color. Even though the noodle is in a simple white color, I can find a strong comparison between the color of the noodle and the sauce. The noodle was white and smooth, and the sauce is in a warm golden yellow, which provoke the appetite and make people desire to eat it. The green pepper made it seemed lovely. Then, for the beans that were already filled in the soy sauce, I found a strong contrast. My grandma was magical that she made a common kind of food to a kind of art.

I tried to taste it as soon as possible. The noodle’s really good and chewy. Also, the sauce was tasty with the egg and contained lots of oil in it. However, it wasn’t greasy because of the refreshing and juicy pepper diluted the oily taste. It’s not spicy even though there’s pepper in the meal because my grandma knew I hate spicy food and it would make me feel bad. She put more eggs than usual because she knew that I like the eggs better than the salty bean and soy sauce. It was a pleasure to eat it.

The meal was really delicious and every part of the noodle followed the flavor that I liked because my grandmother knew every interest of me in my life. I can never forget the food she cooked as well as I can never forget the time that we stayed together. The food wasn’t only something to eat, when people pour their emotion in to the food, everything seemed different.