#trust之美#chocolate Mousse Cup Cake

How does it feel to be trusted and loved wholeheartedly by a snack shop?

A few days ago, the little guy passed by a cake shop on the side of the street and looked at the dazzling array of small cakes in the window. I wanted to amuse her, so I asked her, do you want to buy one? Unexpectedly, the little guy turned his head and looked at me, and said in a tone of accusing me of being ignorant, Mom, wouldn't you do it? I want you to make it if I want to eat it? You can do it, why buy it? ——Although she blamed her, how can you describe this feeling of heavy happiness?

I remembered that when I was a child, I didn't have the rich variety of zero foods now, and of course I didn't have so many types and dosages of food additives now. At that time, a small honey cake, a bag of chocolate Meriso, and a red bean ice cream were all enviable luxury and delicacy.

At that time, the family was near a large-scale factory. Remember to carefully fold the ice cream ticket (cooling benefits) issued by the factory in the summer, and wrap it layer by layer with a handkerchief, calculate the time to exchange it, and rush to change the ice cream as if with a treasure. Her plastic bag was filled with wind and fluttered behind her, as if she had wings. When I got home, I hurriedly peeled one off, broke it in a cup, and after it melted slightly, dig it up with a small spoon and eat it like ice cream. I have to lick the spoon clean after eating. It's a shame to think of that gluttony now.

There are too many memorable things, but the more I remember, the more precious I feel those beautiful things. That piece of tadpoles was once packed with tadpoles in spring, and small toads swarmed after heavy rains in summer. In autumn, the "big bay" where wild ducks and kingfishers flew around was flattened and slimmed down to only one-third of the original body. I have lost the island in the lake and some sculptures, but it is no longer the slightly mysterious water in the child's heart. Even the school where I spent my time in elementary and middle school has become more serious and alienated. The school doors are always locked to prevent outsiders from entering. But I still prefer it's previous appearance, the back-shaped building, with the water house and the garden in the middle. That dense tree of wisteria flowers may be the reason why I still like wisteria so much. The huge stone stele on the rostrum facing the playground, I don't know if it's still there. When I was young, I often climbed up the tall stele cautiously, and watched the golden playground in the sunset and the people getting smaller there. If the school door is always open as before, I will hold hands with my dad and go to the school playground after dinner, enjoy the cool evening breeze in summer, and watch my dad's proficient movements on the parallel bars with admiring eyes. There was a scream of excitement on the high swing. It would be great if it could be so carefree all the time.

But people always grow up, and enjoy the happiness of being taken care of since childhood. Until they become a mother, they don't realize the feeling of wanting to do something for others. Never thought that there is such a magical stuff in the world, who is cute, hateful, and pitiful. Every smile, every action, and every action will affect your heart. This stuff I call the "little monster" is my little guy, my little one~~ Although she is sometimes irritated by her mischievous willfulness, she can't resist her little feet and ass. Even the favorite of Big Banerya. I love her most with her tender and slippery lotus root-like arms around my neck, hippy smiley and put it up to hug; also love her after pulling the smelly, strewn short and fat five small The embarrassing look of her finger covering her nose; I also love her sleeping on her stomach with her little butt pouted, her small face pressed so that her mouth is like a duck, and her hand holding it is delicious. She's afraid of others coming to grab her. She ran her legs tightly and twisted her ass. Of course, when she was disobedient and tantrums, her face was stretched and her eyes were closed and her throat was crying with a grin. The shameless face.

All these bland and beautiful moments, I am very fortunate to be a full-time mother, to be able to experience them one by one. Just as the meaning of the rose to the little prince lies in the infinite love and tenderness paid in the process of taking care of it. It is this daily irrigation, companionship, and care that makes this rose unique in his mind. Now such a little guy who relies on me and trusts me with all his heart is now six years old. My culinary skills have been growing along with her growth, from a literary and artistic young woman with ten fingers that does not touch the sun, to a skilled housewife, from her favorite home-cooked dishes to a variety of baked desserts. I like the way she wants to move quickly every time she is greedy, and the way her thumbs up every time she eats up. Of course, we also pay more attention to food safety, the ingredients in the ingredient list and the use of additives. There is no kid who doesn't love desserts in this world, right? Just like when we were young, she also likes small cakes, chocolate and ice cream mousse. But the ones bought outside are indeed not as safe and healthy as the ones made by yourself. So I used this "alien" mold of Baormeike to directly make hollow honey sponge cup cakes, and then filled them with mousse paste made of whipped cream and chocolate, and refrigerated them until they solidified to form a mini mousse cake. The dark chocolate on the outer layer is poured into a real "cup" shape, with a triple taste, beautiful and delicious. The little guy likes it very much. I guess she will go to the kindergarten to show off to other children tomorrow, asking them what they like most, and then shyly saying that I like to eat my mother’s chocolate cake, cream, biscuits, and pizza. I like it too, and the braised pork rice is also delicious. . . Thank you little guy for your trust in your mother, thank you little guy for your love, just grow up healthy and happy. . "