My father’s childhood was spent wandering around the countryside. The game with them is simply fighting, confetti, chicken grass, playing cards, fighting ticks, piggybacking, land cannons, river bathing, fish foul… More naughty, dad followed us to pick grapefruit, guava, baked potatoes, peanuts to eat. In the countryside, the older children teach the children to swim. The beaches, banks, and fields are deeply imprinted in my mind, until now, every time I have the opportunity to pass by, all the memories keep coming back. Children’s childhoods do not know if they are lucky or unlucky, there are no more popular games (adults still say that children now have no childhood). It has been replaced by Online Games, Tiktok, Facebook… Although there is a direction for children to explore, it is certainly in a different, very different direction! I hope that because of that, your hearts are poor in the ability to feel. Every time I go back to my grandmother, in the vast fields, in the windy afternoons, I hope that you are sharp enough to feel a little country spirit, even if only through the prism of children’s eyes. If possible, at some point, you should take off your sandals and wade into the mud with your bare feet to try to catch snails and crabs… I hope you feel a little country spirit… I just want your hearts to be nourished by simple, rustic but sincere things, not the hustle and bustle of life! The rest, when born, life will teach you. Just prepare your mind and accept it, everything will be fine, baby!

Member Chau Ngoc recalls, not knowing if it was because it was delicious, or because it was too poor at that time, but yogurt, even with some ice chips, still felt strangely delicious. “Even if I grow up, eat many kinds of yogurt, from countless brands, but for me, any traditional yogurt – the yoghurt tied in a pocket – the old taste – is still undefeated delicious.”, Ms. Chau Ngoc is touched To return to her childhood, Ms. Chau Ngoc shared her undefeated delicious baguette recipe. The finished product is, “biting the corner of the bag slightly, sucking it cool, sour, delicious and tongue-tied.” Resources: 1 box of female yogurt (unsweetened yogurt); 1/2 box of Ong Tho’s milk; fresh milk without sugar 600ml, use sugar-free type faster; Yogurt bag, elastic band; Clean pot for cooking; Hopper & spoon to scoop yogurt into cans; Styrofoam box Making: – Rinse thoroughly, rinse with boiled water and dry cooking and pouring utensils. – The female yogurt is left outside to cool down, and not soaked in a bowl of warm water. – Put fresh milk in a pot, pour condensed milk, dissolve, then put on the stove, simmer to prevent the milk from settling down and flammable, bring to a boil, turn off the stove. During the boiling process, the protein in the milk will be rearranged, and the fermentation process will also be more perfect. Pay attention to dissolve the condensed milk so that it does not settle to the bottom of the pot. – Wait for the mixture to cool down, about 38-40 degrees, then add the female yogurt and stir well. This is the ideal temperature for yogurt fermentation. – Strain the mixture through a fine sieve.. How to brew: Childhood yoghurt dish Clean the styrofoam. Cover the pot with food wrap, pour a mixture of 2 boiling, 3 cold water to cover 2/3 of the yogurt pot. Cover tightly, wait about 8-10 hours depending on the weather. If you want it to be more sour, take it a little longer. Absolutely do not open and do not move the styrofoam during the incubation process will cause the yogurt to separate. After the incubation time is up, take it out, pour it into a bubble bag and tie it up with an elastic band. Put the yogurt bags in the freezer and enjoy.

Illustration. My hometown was in the midland hills, at that time the grass was green. The message canopy ran across the hillsides. Under the forest canopy is a world of grass, flowers, myrtle, mussels, peonies… four seasons blooming. On the top of the mountain, there are sparse trees and grass that grow in places. Perched by the gray rocks, the thorny bushes stretched out their green arms in the scorching summer sun. We used to climb hills to rake pine needles, find ripe myrtle and pick leaves from those bushes. People call it the palm tree. I was too young at that time, and I don’t remember who drew it for me. I just know that I can go with my brothers and sisters to the mountains, climb like a baby goat, jump on each cliff to pick leaves, pick but not cut even though the tree has sparse thorns and bleeds. And only pick the leaves of the cake, not too old, not too young. My grandmother said to make delicious jelly and let the tree live for everyone to pick. I like the cool scent of the leaves. Sometimes, after picking, we would run around looking for wild fruits or sit on a large rock, while blooming the leaves, we would look at the village and the tiny river in the distance, holding out our little hands. embracing the sweat-drying face, welcoming the fragrant breezes blowing from the vast fields, dreaming… I love that hill! Love the young pine buds that build green towers lined up on the slopes, the fragrant pine like candles in the sky! Love the giants, grasshoppers and big elephants kicking the brakes, dancing and throwing leaves! Love the sound of howling birds, “catching shrimp braised” in the sky and the cuckoo calling from afar… But love the hill most in the ripe fruit season. Juicy red raspberries in the humid valley by the rocky crevice, clusters of sweet red-purple peonies; The sedum vine hangs tiny purple-pink fruit eyes, black alum, black pearl soup mixed with thorns and inviting thorns… The most interesting thing is that sometimes you open your nose to find the faint scent of ripe fruit, then turn the grass and trees, and catch the flowers. tufts of passion fruit charm or sweet chestnut flowers, sniffing to forget the hungry stomach… Sometimes, our children try to pick sour leaves and acrid fruits to eat. Small green cow’s udder oozes milk, small pomelos, pink and pink, transparent, fragrant, spicy… even the whole fruit is bought full of seeds and tasted… Myrtle season is a paradise for children. Just the other day, the eye-catching purple-pink petals swaying in their hands, in the hair of a few children braided in pigtails, now they turn into fruit while hanging on the branches, showing off their sweet and inviting purple belly… purple and purple… The smiles of children in the mountains and forests… The midland hills gave us delicious food, sweet fruits, raised poor children to grow up in body and soul. I often hum the rhymes as I weave my way through the sparse shrubs or bend down to pick up the pine cones rolling on the carpet of fragrant leaves. In order to remember my homeland later, I often call this the singing hill: There are blue winds Fly through the forest of childhood Where is the sweetness and sweetness Mourning purple sim hillside… Only a song left Keep flying in the nostalgia Wings of time once Wet soft clear spring water… There are steep mountain slopes Sweet white gardenia There is a pine forest that screams I lie on a carpet of fragrant leaves… Miss the misty mountain valley There are wings of clouds and the head of the wind Herd of buffaloes grazing on grass Flowers to open eyes purple pink… From the top of the immense mountain Zoom in on all four sides Seeing the small village far away Loving the old bamboo ramparts… Back to the past years Seeing the kite flying enthusiastically Seeing fragrant sweet potato buried in the kitchen Locusts, grasshoppers fly back… I love summer days Wandering in search of the smell of ripe fruit Sweet wild fruit in the mouth Sorrel leaves in the forest… Fascinated white flower rose Chirping birdsong at the top of the mountain Confused yellow butterfly wings Clap the flash of childhood… … Every time I go to the hill to pick leaves, I like it, even making jelly at home is really fun. Before that, the elder brothers or sisters or grandmothers had prepared a large pot of water to cool, a small pot of sugar syrup, sometimes just begging or hiding some sugar from the house because sugar was scarce that day, sometimes a few drops. sugar cane or holding grass roots… Glove leaves are washed many times by us, drained, dried slightly and then put in a large pot or saucepan to crush with our hands. I remember once, we even washed a pair of rubber slippers and used them as a grinding table, rubbing the leaves vigorously. When the leaves have turned into a green powder, they are wrapped in a white coarse cloth and then dipped in a pot of boiling water to cool, thoroughly dried, and squeezed out. Sometimes, we squeeze in a little bit of clear lime juice from the lime pot she eats betel nut, sometimes we don’t, but it only takes a few minutes for the pot to solidify. Sometimes to cool more, the brothers and sisters take a piece of rain cloth to cover the jelly pot and then the line is dropped to the bottom of the well, a few hours later or overnight to pull it up. Wow, it’s delicious when the green jelly pieces are cut out, dropped into a cup or bowl of sugar water, sprinkled with a little banana or grapefruit essential oil! Sometimes it’s not so “advanced”, my brothers and sisters boil some sugarcane juice, stevia roots, sprinkle some sugar obtained on the jelly and then compete to eat… Wherever you eat, cool your guts, cool your liver there, although there is not enough sweetness to mask the strong smell of fresh leaves. So many years have passed, I still remember the afternoons full of flowers and sunshine under the rustling bamboo shade, we slurped the bowls of cool green jelly like jade. Delicious dishes with a hilly flavor but even more delicious by their own hands. It’s even more delicious when receiving the sparkling smiles of grandmothers and mothers when enjoying the jelly that our children prepare… For decades, I have not returned to that ancient hill country. I don’t know if jelly gloves, sims buy… are there any trees left or erased over the years along with the soaring pine forests for a while. But in me, the grassy hills sing with the flavors of wild fruits, fragrant leaves, the first transparent, green jelly slice I ate… still remain forever in the memory and follow through life!

Spinach dish has a cooling effect on hot summer days. PHOTO: SMALL She said, every morning or evening, when the tide recedes, people on the island bring baskets and sickles to rake and cut spinach to bring back to prepare food or sell. In order to have a delicious cup of spinach, she cooks it very meticulously. My grandfather used to say that summer is sweeter and cooler when enjoying her richly flavored jelly. Before cooking, she soaked the jelly, then washed and added a little lemon to deodorize, then rinsed with water. She shared, if the discharge is not clean, the smell of seaweed remains, making the taste of the jelly not delicious. She put the jelly into the pot, poured the ginseng water into the pot, brought it to a boil, about fifteen minutes, put the golden brown sugar and ginger in it and stirred it, when the vegetables were cooked, turn off the stove. When cooking, you have to work hard to watch the fire so that the jelly fibers are not overcooked to keep the crispy and delicious. After cooking, pour the jelly into a bowl to cool, the jelly will solidify into a jelly. Her spinach jelly has an extremely eye-catching yellow color, and there are small strands of ginger on the top of the cup. The jelly is crispy and has a sweet taste with the aroma of ginger. I also don’t remember the first time I ate the jelly that she cooked, only knowing that it was the jelly that followed me throughout my childhood years. When I go to school away from home, she cooks jelly and sends it as a gift, a gift that encapsulates all the love and taste of home. Now, I sometimes visit the market to buy dried seaweed to cook. Enjoying the spinach jelly, I miss my grandma, I miss my childhood memories.

Childhood, everyone has experienced beautiful and unforgettable days. The most memorable are family meals with rice with cassava, potato, and corn. Despite hardship and deprivation, it is a memorable childhood memory that only the 7x and 8x generations have. The childhood rice dish is a little rice, most of it is potatoes, cassava or corn so that all family members are full. In this day and age, it is rare for the 9x and 10x generations to eat a meal filled with cassava and sweet potato. Not only is it strange, but it also feels like being discovered something new. However, for the previous generation, this childhood dish is a part of a lifelong memory. In the childhood of the 7x and 8x generations, they did not have much food, nor were they as affluent as they are now, so there were other meals such as cold rice and shrimp noodles. This is considered an “immortal” childhood dish of many people. Mixed rice with sugar is also a childhood dish associated with many generations. The light sweetness of rice mixed with the rich sweetness of sugar makes many people who grow up in poverty still feel full every day. Rice mixed with fish sauce and lard is the “legendary” dish of the children in the past. Just a little bit of fish sauce, add a little pepper mixed with greasy lard, stir well and mix with white rice but still make many people fall in love. Banh da mi is a snack that has been attached to many generations of Vietnamese people and is still sold to this day. Tofu is also a rather expensive dish for children in the past. Popsicles (also known as stick burns) are country gifts reminiscent of the childhood of many generations of 8x, 9x. Made from malt sugar, a little peanuts and peanuts can be added to enhance the taste, candies are a childhood dish that cannot be ignored for many people. Thin slices of waffles, yellow in color, fragrant with cinnamon, have become a childhood dish for generations. Photo: Synthesis Invite readers to watch the video: The “intense” childhood of the old people – Source: VTV24

Hot cakes are an afternoon gift that is very popular with Hanoians. (Photo: Internet) The molded cake has its own characteristics in the richly mixed fish sauce, the soft and elegant sponge beans, soaked in flavor, minced meat mixed with fat cake flour, fragrant with the scent of coriander. Fragrant sautéed onions and coriander contribute to making the bowl of hot cakes many times more attractive. Especially on cold days, the food will be more delicious than ever. The molded cake “fascinates” diners in the layer of flexible cake, rich minced meat, coriander and fragrant fried onions. (Photo: Internet) People spread about castor cake – “ A popular dish but it is the perfect combination of many ingredients, bringing in the fullness of the five harmonious flavors. That food is not often enough to eat, for the Ha Thanh people, it is a gift from rice that people just want to have fun, just enough to feed the intention of wandering, sometimes craving… ” Although it is simple, everyone loves this dish. (Photo: Internet) Eating a piece of hot molded cake melts in your mouth, so much of Hanoi’s love is wrapped up in it. People eat banh cuon as a way to enjoy a cultural feature of Hanoi’s cuisine, as well as a special snack of Ha Thanh people, no matter how many years have passed, it has not changed. Or as a joke, if you eat it in the afternoon, you still have a belly for dinner. It’s not difficult to find banh mi in Hanoi. (Photo: Internet) Currently in Hanoi, there are many shops selling molded cakes, each of which has its own variation, depending on the taste of each person to evaluate which goods are delicious. However, no matter what type of change, it cannot be denied, if you go to Hanoi, you have to “walk” through the cake shop to count as having visited the capital.