Fried Peanuts (1)

This morning, my grandma bought some raw peanuts. I ate one and felt a little bitter.

At noon, after my mother's permission, I and my grandmother peeled off the peanut shells together. I washed the pan with a steel ball once or twice and flushed it again. Then, I put the pot on the stove, turn the fire to the minimum, and let the water in the pot dry first. Then I poured some oil into the pan. When the oil was hot, I put peanuts in and mixed them again. When the peanuts were almost ready, I ladled a spoonful of salt into them and mixed them.

Ah, the peanuts are completely ripe. I put them on a small plate. I looked at the peanuts and added a spoonful of salt to them. After mixing, I went to learn flute lessons.

In the afternoon, I returned home. Grandma saw me coming back and said to me, "The peanuts you fried are too salty!" I tasted them, and sure enough.

It turns out that a bowl of peanuts also needs to know a lot of things: the size of the fire, how much salt to put, etc., which is really not simple!

Fried Peanuts (2)

School is over. I cheer because today I want to eat seaweed, sesame and peanuts.
As soon as I got home, I heard a "grunt" sound. No need to guess. It was Dad again sleeping. I was so tired that I "plopped" down on the bed.
Suddenly, there was a "click" and my mother came back. " Tick tock ", it's already five o'clock. Mother shouted, and she threw the bag behind her, quickly taking out peanuts, seaweed, sesame seeds.
First, she "brushed" the peanut shells in a blink of an eye and peeled them completely, and then quickly washed them with water. Then cut the seaweed into small pieces with a kitchen knife. Then, he put the iron pan on the stove and poured the oil. In less than two seconds, Mr. Peanut, naked, jumped into the pan and was "jingling" with a frying spoon. At this time, seaweed's heart was really fifteen buckets to draw water - seven up and eight down. He didn't want to take a bath in the oil pan, but the nightmare came. He "brushed" into the pan and turned it over several times with a frying spoon. Peanuts and seaweed jumped into the plate and sprinkled a layer of sesame seeds, and the smell spread to my nose.
I ran out immediately. When I saw the peanuts, my stomach "cooed" and shouted, "I'm so hungry". After taking a spoonful, I shouted, "It's delicious".

Fried Peanuts (3)

Childhood, like the stars in the sky, is innumerable: childhood, like a football match, is unforgettable and cheering; Childhood, like a thick book, records my smile and tears: Childhood, like a paintbrush, depicts my life in a colorful way.
Childhood events have become a part of my memory. When I think back on everything, some are memorable and difficult to laugh or cry: some are applauded and applauded; Some are sympathetic and deeply understood.
"Mom, Mom!" I pulled my mother's hand, and her mother responded. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Her mother was puzzled. "Mom, after signing up today, I will study in this school. Does that mean I have grown up? Am I right?" Mom stroked my head with her rough hand, nodded, and I was elated. Feng, the messenger, seems to want to announce the good news to the world. Birds chirp, as if congratulating me. I'm really great. I've grown up!
When I got home, I still had a weird smile on my face. If anyone cares about me, they think I'm a psychopath. I ran to my father and asked, "Dad, what can I do for you?" My father put down his books and wondered, "You are too strange today. Usually you would hurry to watch TV, and nobody would care. What happened, tell my father." "Click", the door closed - Grandma came back. I ran to meet my master like a cute puppy. "Grandma, what can I do for you?" Grandma "thought for a while and said:" Otherwise, you can be my assistant today. I will cook later, and you can go and make some simple dishes. "
I went into the kitchen, came to the pan, washed my hands, rolled up my sleeves and got ready to work. "You can fry peanuts. The peanuts are in the cabinet." I couldn't touch the cabinet, so I stood on tiptoe. Alas, far away from the sky, near at hand. I can't see the peanuts in any corner of the cabinet. Touch them east and west. I found it. Unexpectedly, this "little guy" is very naughty. When she came to Grandma, she was ready. She scooped out half a bowl of peanuts and poured them into a basin full of water. "Come here and clean the peanuts," Grandma "ordered". I washed peanuts while singing Little Donkey. "Grandma, the peanuts are clean. What should we do next?" Grandma took the peanuts in my hands, poured a little salad oil into the pot, then added the dried peanuts, and then asked me to slow down the fire, and kept turning. "Pipppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp. From time to time, a few drops of oil would spill onto my white, tender hands, which made me scream. After a while, the aroma came and peanuts were ripe. I carefully put it on the plate, and it's done!
At the moment, my soul has been "hooked" by the smell of peanuts, and I didn't listen carefully to what Grandma said. "Eat! --" Grandma shouted loudly. My family and I sat at the table, eating the rich and delicious food on the table. "Why, the peanuts are not as delicious as before?" Hearing this, I immediately tasted one and said: "Why is the peanuts tasteless?" "Junjia, have you added salt and sugar?" Grandma asked. I looked puzzled, "You didn't ask me to release it!" After knowing the reason, the family roared with laughter, but my father-in-law was confused.
I also learned some truth from it: no matter what you do, you should be careful and careful. You can't be careless, or you will make a mistake every step. As Newton said, the smallest error can not be ignored. Therefore, we should face it carefully and meticulously when we do anything.

Fried Peanuts (4)

My mother's fried peanuts are delicious. It's fragrant and crispy. How do you stir fry it? How I want to learn!

Today, my mother finally agreed to teach me how to stir fry peanuts. I was so happy.

Mother said that there were several steps to stir fry peanuts. First, pick peanuts. I asked my mother curiously: "Why should I choose?" My mother said: "First, I should choose those with buds, because there may be mildew poison in these peanuts; second, I should choose those of the same size, so that some small peanuts are not easy to burn first." I nodded knowingly. Mom said it was too reasonable.

Choose the peanuts, and then pour the oil into the hot pot. Remember, a little oil will do. Pour the prepared peanuts into the pot and stir them continuously; The whole process cannot be stopped or lazy. The fire should not be too big or too small. In less than three or two minutes, the peanuts in the pot began to crackle. The more loud, the more lively. Mother said that the fire must be turned off to the minimum at this time. Stir fry a few more times and add some salt to start the cooking. I said, "Mom, why did you add salt in the end?" Mom said, "Because if you add salt at the beginning, it is easy for peanuts, oil and salt to become black when they are fried together, which is not good looking. When cooking, you must remember that you have all the colors, smells and tastes. You are a good cook."

I stood beside my mother and listened attentively to everything she said. Unexpectedly, this dish has so much knowledge!

Fried Peanuts (5)

It was a very hot afternoon. The birds who usually sang happily in the trees also stopped singing at this time, and they hid in the leaves listlessly and refused to come out; The green grass also droops its leaves, listless. At this time, we started a game - fried peanuts.

Peanuts were my favorite when I was a child. When we saw big people frying peanuts, we wanted to try it ourselves, but how could big people agree? No, we set up another "battlefield" and began to stir fry peanuts in the backyard of Grandma's house. First, find a small iron bowl to make a pot, then build a stove with bricks, and then take a branch to make a shovel. This series of preparatory work was completed by my brother. He picked up the chair and put it beside the cupboard, climbed on the chair, opened the door of the cupboard, and took out a small iron bowl from it. He moved the chair back to the original place, walked to the door, jumped over the low stone wall, selected four or five better bricks from a pile, and then returned to the backyard to build a stove for them. My brother and I had already found a lot of firewood. We put some firewood into the stove, lit the firewood, and fried peanuts confidently.

But I don't know how we can imagine that it is so difficult to stir fry peanuts. Just at the beginning, we encountered a lot of problems: how to build the stove, where the pot should be placed, where to build the stove, and so on. It was not easy to light the fire, and the problem came again; If the fire is too big, the peanuts will scorch, or the peanuts are too small to be cooked, and the pan will fall down if we stir too hard... After thousands of failures, we finally succeeded. We ate the peanuts cooked through our own efforts, and felt that the peanuts were extremely delicious.

It has been several years, but I still remember it very clearly when I think about it. Because this event contains my best childhood memories.