I Think of You When I See It-salted Peanuts
by Tiramisu
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
10m
Serving
2
There is always a kind of delicacy that is closely related to someone in our lives. When you see it, you can think of that person.
It's like peanuts.
Every time I see it, I can't help but think of my dear father.
In the past few years, my father always sent or sent me the peanuts he personally planted, so that I, who love peanuts, would have a safe and delicious peanuts to relieve my greed. Fresh peanuts can be boiled, and dried peanuts can be peeled or fried Either fried or made into various fillings, from time to time you can taste the deep love of father.
When I went to school, I returned home during the summer vacation. Dad would definitely dig some peanuts that were just beginning to bear fruit, and cook them with fresh peppers and other seasonings at home. When the aroma of the seasoning began to diffuse at home, I started to start eagerly. "Taste" it. One will take one at a time, and one at the other, with the beautiful name "Let me taste it". Dad didn't expose me, he just looked at me with a smile and called me "little gluttonous cat" affectionately...
Whenever I think of those warm and happy scenes, my eyes begin to blur.
Actually, I really don't want to cry.
But, besides tears, what else can I pinpoint and express my longing and sadness? !
On August 8th, many people call it "Daddy's Day". On such a special day, making such a plate of salted peanuts will deeply miss my dad..."
It's like peanuts.
Every time I see it, I can't help but think of my dear father.
In the past few years, my father always sent or sent me the peanuts he personally planted, so that I, who love peanuts, would have a safe and delicious peanuts to relieve my greed. Fresh peanuts can be boiled, and dried peanuts can be peeled or fried Either fried or made into various fillings, from time to time you can taste the deep love of father.
When I went to school, I returned home during the summer vacation. Dad would definitely dig some peanuts that were just beginning to bear fruit, and cook them with fresh peppers and other seasonings at home. When the aroma of the seasoning began to diffuse at home, I started to start eagerly. "Taste" it. One will take one at a time, and one at the other, with the beautiful name "Let me taste it". Dad didn't expose me, he just looked at me with a smile and called me "little gluttonous cat" affectionately...
Whenever I think of those warm and happy scenes, my eyes begin to blur.
Actually, I really don't want to cry.
But, besides tears, what else can I pinpoint and express my longing and sadness? !
On August 8th, many people call it "Daddy's Day". On such a special day, making such a plate of salted peanuts will deeply miss my dad..."
