What’s your favorite food or what’s the
most significant food in your mind? There were many delicious foods in my mind
but some of them are the usual food with unusual meaning for me. Over the
winter break, I went back home, and many of my 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. Even though noodles are too normal to attract
my attention, the beautiful noodles she made with the normal, but delicious taste
and the special love she poured into were totally different than any other
noodles I tried ever.
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.
“It won’t be this tasty if you don’t eat it
now.” My grandmother smiled kindly. So I came to the dining room and quickly
got a bowl of noodle to eat. 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. She knew me well because of the ten years
memory. She’s the closest person in my life that I can tell her everything I wanted
to say. Also, she looked after me well that each of my small habit can be
easily remembered by her. 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.
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