Braised Pork Belly Knot
by GODOFMERCY
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
30m
Serving
3
I used to live with my mother and always like to eat outside. I only think that my mother's cooking is too light, and I don't think my mother's cooking attracts me much. Now that I am away from home, I really often think of the happiness that belongs to when I was young. Whenever I feel homesick, there will always be a special smell floating from the bottom of my heart, and the long-distance fragrance floats in my blood and soul, making my internal organs intoxicated. This is the taste of home; it is an irreplaceable warmth. Although my mother's cooking skills are not as good as those of chefs in restaurants outside, the taste of her own cooking can never be imitated. It is unique in the world. No matter how good a chef is, there is no way to replicate it. Because there is the love of my mother and the taste of happiness; it has always been tolerant and caring for my growth.
I remember that when I was a child, I liked the "Pork Belly Knot" made by my mother the most. As long as I smelled the delicious food, I would grab my chopsticks anxiously and exhale while I was afraid that the thief would come to grab it; Pick up one and stuff it in your mouth, take a quick bite and burn your mouth; the louver knot that is full of pork belly, this seems to be the most common dish of mother, the two ingredients are very common; the combination is very reasonable. The key is that every bite is full of sincere maternal love. As taste and sensation are fused together, forming a wonderful "taste" freezes in the deepest part of my memory, becoming a reminder of permanent affection. Mother's taste is in love, mother's taste is true. I know that even as her daughter, I can't fully reproduce this familiar taste. There is a home with a mother, and the taste of home is the taste of mother! Home is the warmest harbor and the most disturbing place. Mother's taste, pure, sweet and warm. The selflessness and greatness of maternal love let me recall my whole life!
Now every time I go home, my mother will still make me streaky pork roasted venetian-leaf knots. I have a deep "venetian-leaf knot" complex; each venetian-leaf knot is like a mother-daughter connecting heart! Tightly permeate the mother's love through the whole time~ The same ingredients, the same taste, and the same touch have deepened my brain cells’ impression of them time and time again, even if I saw familiar dishes elsewhere and smelled the taste of deja vu after a long time. The first image that emerged in it-it was a touch that made people hold their mouths full of tears! Let me remember these happiness; it is still the happiness that belongs to my mother and me!
I remember that when I was a child, I liked the "Pork Belly Knot" made by my mother the most. As long as I smelled the delicious food, I would grab my chopsticks anxiously and exhale while I was afraid that the thief would come to grab it; Pick up one and stuff it in your mouth, take a quick bite and burn your mouth; the louver knot that is full of pork belly, this seems to be the most common dish of mother, the two ingredients are very common; the combination is very reasonable. The key is that every bite is full of sincere maternal love. As taste and sensation are fused together, forming a wonderful "taste" freezes in the deepest part of my memory, becoming a reminder of permanent affection. Mother's taste is in love, mother's taste is true. I know that even as her daughter, I can't fully reproduce this familiar taste. There is a home with a mother, and the taste of home is the taste of mother! Home is the warmest harbor and the most disturbing place. Mother's taste, pure, sweet and warm. The selflessness and greatness of maternal love let me recall my whole life!
Now every time I go home, my mother will still make me streaky pork roasted venetian-leaf knots. I have a deep "venetian-leaf knot" complex; each venetian-leaf knot is like a mother-daughter connecting heart! Tightly permeate the mother's love through the whole time~ The same ingredients, the same taste, and the same touch have deepened my brain cells’ impression of them time and time again, even if I saw familiar dishes elsewhere and smelled the taste of deja vu after a long time. The first image that emerged in it-it was a touch that made people hold their mouths full of tears! Let me remember these happiness; it is still the happiness that belongs to my mother and me!
