The mugwort cakes made at home are filled with brown sugar, so there is no need to make the filling separately.
The tutorial for making mugwort cake was found online.
Because the ones Wang Yanmei made in previous years were not very tasty and a bit tough.
Follow the tutorial steps online, mix mugwort juice and glutinous rice flour, add a little melted lard and white sugar.
After kneading into a green and smooth dough, add wheat starch and finally knead into cute little balls.
Xu Qingzhi is responsible for wrapping the brown sugar in it, but it doesn't have to be as meticulous as wrapping buns or dumplings.
Press it, press it, put the brown sugar filling in the middle and hold it tightly, swirl the dough in the palms of both hands, and knead it into a small ball again.
Ms. Wang picked a lot of mugwort, so she made more.
After Xu Qingzhi finished wrapping, he placed them one by one in a two-layer steamer and steamed them for eight minutes.
The two little ones jumped out of the aura space when their master was kneading the dough, pretending to come back from the outside.
Pang Heli was used to it. The old man never acted like a big child. He never acted like a big child. He was never very sensitive for fear of being disliked by others. Being moved always came easily.
Pang Heli hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? Grandpa, it tastes too bad?"
Afterwards, mugwort cake went to Kyoto, and Pang Heli did not take care of the two big cats outside the house. They gave them whatever they wanted to eat, and they were very stubborn. They were always worried about having a good stomach.
It was obvious that I was actually feeling depressed at this time.
Quite comfortable.
"It tastes really bad." Ai Cao Ba looked for an insulated lunch box, "Put a few in and deliver them to Pang He later."
The old man raised his head, saw it from a distance, fixed the fishing rod on the ground, and asked with a smile: "My dear grandson, why is he here?"
The mugwort cake responded from the nose, biting off the green dough, you can get the filling in one bite. The skin on the inside and outside is soft and waxy, it is dry and hard like the memory, nothing like the sandwich between the bread.
The thick taro paste mochi is soft and glutinous. The brown sugar in the middle is solid when added, but before steaming, it turns into a liquid soup. The brown sugar is full of flavor, sweet but greasy.
When you bite into it, the skin is soft and filling.
I wiped my hands on both sides of my pants and said, "Chongzhi, he eats first."
Pang He: "Caught a few fish and released them. There are no roes. You just caught them in the previous period."
The two men only looked up at you.
Grandpa said: "It's quiet outside the village. I heard dogs barking for a few nights."
I even tried the mugwort cake myself, but seeing that both of them said it tasted bad, I wasn’t interested at all.
But you want Pang He to take the first bite of cold food, so you pack seven. The old man's stomach is bad, and it is made of glutinous rice flour. He is afraid that Pang He will suffer from digestion if he eats less.
When did you know or wake up, you became like your mother.
The little cat looked at the big green ball with a little interest.
Xu Dongru opened the lid of the lunch box and took a look, "Oh, what Wang Yanmei made is really beautiful. It looks bright and green."
What's wrong with you is that you obviously wanted to eat it, but when your mother said that in a semi-commanding tone, you still ate it.
Ai Caoba was carrying the lunch box, and the little boy shouted from afar: "Grandpa."
Outside the kitchen, Xu Qingzhi's usual low voice urged: "Chongzhi, take your time and eat while it's cold. It will taste so bad when it's hot."
Xu Qingzhi nodded: "Yeah, act slow, it will be bad if it gets too hot."
The paw moves once to the right and twice to the left. It is rare to see a person who is eating and has not opened his mouth slowly.
You ask: "Grandpa, you brought him seven lumps. How long has he finished eating?"
"Quack~" Bad food is bad food, but the master's cooking is not bad food.
"How many fish did you lose today?"
There is not much food today, and Aunt Zhou can finish your work, so you might as well stay with grandpa for a while.
The old man has bad teeth, so he likes to eat the soft, brown sugar filling that he hates the most.
Xu Qingzhi hadn't eaten one yet, "Wang Yanmei's bad behavior this year must be done in the same way as offline."
Grandpa is always like that, always thinking about letting you eat first whatever he eats.
Especially, it was sent by my dear grandson.
It’s the land I’ve lived in for so long, and it’s a strange neighbor.
I remember that when you were growing up, you loved to eat Wang Yanmei, and Mr. Wang told you the same thing.
Wang Yanmei was brushing oil in her hand, looking down at the two little guys, and said helplessly: "Wait a little longer, little ancestors."
The old man then reached out and took out a Pangheli to try for himself.
Grandpa held up eight fingers and said, "At least eight. If you eat less, you'll digest it, and if you sleep at night, you can't sleep."
After brushing with oil, I added a mugwort cake to each of the two newly bought chicken drumsticks (shaped) in the rice bowl.
"Quack~" Master, what kind of green thing is that?
"Here we come." Ai Caoba stood up, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and picked one up with chopsticks.
"Mom made food, and you brought it to him." Moxa Caoba walked slowly through a path made by people in the middle of the grass, raised the lunch box outside his hand as if offering a treasure, and then added: "Yes.
Don't damage it too much, I'm afraid he won't eat enough for digestion."
The eight-wheeled vehicle drove under the cement road and arrived at the reservoir in a short while.
From now on, people living outside the village are divided into groups, and those who live outside the same group are treated like relatives, so when your mother meets any aunt, she will call her "sister-in-law". It is also because the concept of coming to the group has been weakened, and the relationship between the small family has become stronger.
Becoming more and more distant.
Pang Heli took a green dumpling from the insulated lunch box and ate it himself. He turned over the bucket that his grandfather had brought over, covered it on the ground, and sat down.
Crow looked at Wang Yanmei behind him and paced.
You took back your hand, tried to make your voice gentle, and added: "If you are willing to eat, forget it, it's okay to eat."
"Yes." The old man patted the back of your hand, "He can remember Grandpa in his heart, and Grandpa is happy in his heart."
"Meow~" 1.
If you smell the meat, you like to eat it.
The two little ones couldn't wait to eat, so they pulled at Wang Yanmei's trouser legs.
The Xu family is used to the two little ones having stomachs that eat everything.
"The mugwort in that season is generally tender, and it is made into green dumplings, which few people make and eat." Pang Heli squatted down and patiently explained to the two men. He tapped the edge of the rice bowl with his index finger and spoke in a slightly high voice.
: "Eat it! You worked so hard to make it."
Then quickly bury your head away from the chicken legs and rice bowl.
"Hmm," the mugwort cake responded, just eating the green dumplings and watching the wind ripple the water surface.
"Yes." Ai Caoba responded and asked, "People are moving away one after another. Grandpa, will he blame you?"
Waiting eagerly at the door of the kitchen, refusing to leave.
As I ate, tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. I took out this long-used square towel from the lower pocket of my navy blue shirt and wiped the corners of my eyes.
Helpless.
Exceptionally, Wang Yanmei is always given a big rice bowl, which is filled with a bowl and served to others.
That reservoir cannot be renovated for the worse.
Wormwood cake: "After you brought it to him, you ate it at home."
Pang Heli rode an eight-wheeler to the reservoir.
Now it is turned into a resort, but it will have the same neighborhood atmosphere in the future.
Grandpa's fishing location has not changed from an unusual fishing position to the reservoir called Buwangou, which can only be accessed from the main road.
After saying that, Ai Caoba was in a daze for a moment.
Eight minutes is a very fast time. To keep the steamed mugwort cakes smooth in color, you need to quickly brush them with a layer of hot oil one by one.
They all asked me on the phone, and I knew that if my grandpa was still fishing at that time, he would pick me up by the way.