Water spinach soup, tomato pickle with soy sauce… Every year, after the season of plucking the peanuts and pressing the oil, Dad uses those oil cakes to make soy sauce. Banh Dau sauce is made from the carcass of peanuts after pressing all the essential oils. The bean carcasses are packed into round, thick cakes. When making soy sauce, three chop the oil cake into pieces and then pound it, sifting to get the fine powder. The flour is roasted, mixed with hot rice, granulated sugar and salt, finely ground and incubated for fermentation, forming soy sauce. The stages of making Banh Dau sauce are not difficult, but perhaps the secret, or it is often said, that the person who has the best hands in making the best soy sauce in the village is only three.
One of the secrets of my father, I know, when making soy sauce, he never used well water but only rain water from the cement block in front of the house. This is also the type of water used to make tea, offer rice on the occasion of the full moon, or the death anniversary. In summer, it usually rains for two or three days. Rainwater from the jackfruit tree makes a faucet catch the lake, carefully covered around it. Giap weekly change the water so that it does not get dirty, swarm or leaves fall in. The most oppressive tree on the summer side, when the wind blows, only a few leaves are considered as water damage. Banh Dau sauce has a brown color of cockroach wings, fatty, aromatic taste, at first glance similar to fish sauce, but the taste is lighter and the fragrance is very characteristic.
In those years, life was still very difficult, fish and shrimp paste was not like it is now. I remember sometimes carrying fish from the sea across the sea to follow in the footsteps of thousands of women, every house buys a little bit called… to eat for fish. In order to have a more sustainable meal, many families have to pack bags and tin boxes to cycle for dozens of kilometers down to Hoi An to buy fish incubated with fish sauce to eat all winter.

At that time, my house was at the top of the village, right at the foot of the mountain. After the liberation from the North, his father spent months in the forest cutting trees to build a spacious 4-room wooden house. On the porch, close to the wall facing the rising sun, put two jars of earthenware, a jar of soy sauce and a jar of salted eggplant. Ba Bao ketchup is like a plant, it needs sunlight to be delicious. With soy sauce, each meal can be scooped into a cup and then cooked in the rice cooker when it is exhausted. Changing the taste can de-oil making the sweet potato dipping sauce great, and the pickled eggplant is also delicious.
Every day, when there is pork divided into seasonal rice, my father shows off his ability to store meat with soy sauce, which is very interesting. Pork cut into small slices, marinated with a little seasoning, sugar, main noodles, onions, garlic for about fifteen minutes for the meat to absorb the spices. Lemongrass washed, cut the white part, chopped. Heat peanut oil and then add lemongrass and stir until the lemongrass turns yellow and fragrant, then add the meat and stir-fry. When the meat is cooked, add the soy sauce and stir. Then, add a little warm water, simmer on low heat for the meat to infuse. When the water in the pot is completely exhausted, the slices of meat become dry, a layer of brown soy sauce, emitting a fragrant aroma is okay. You can also add a little roasted sesame to braised meat, rub off the silk skin to make the dish more flavorful. In particular, this delicious dish can also be preserved in a glass jar and eaten gradually for a few days and still retains its delicious taste.
Soy sauce is also used to pickle pickled tomatoes. The fish is drained, soaked with seasoned soy sauce, and eaten very well. Biting a piece of coffee, it sounds like a crackling sound, no matter how tired people are, they want to wake up. The sweet and fatty sauce mixed with the tray taste of the eggplant settles down on the tip of the tongue, it is difficult to resist when picking up the first egg, the second and third are hard to resist. And always, the ketchup meal ends with a cup of water spinach soup, or a new bowl of boiled vegetable juice. Reading “Love and miss the twelve”, writer Vu Bang once sang “how disgusting that the beloved North Vietnamese country is not richer than anyone else, not as luxurious as anyone else, but how can it produce a delicious eggplant, melon, soy sauce, and fish sauce? “The devil cries so much”.
Please tell me, the Central region of my hometown is also inferior, especially the dish of ketchup, boiled sweet vegetables dipped with soy sauce on every summer occasion that my father makes. But that’s also true, delicious food doesn’t have to wait to be rich. And then the writer and author of “Hanoi delicacies”, “Stranger dishes of the South” confessed: “Oh, it’s the compassion of people, many things don’t produce anything “dead” that they can do for themselves. But remembering the turmeric eggplant or a piece of tomato and soy sauce to eat right in the summer, it’s not just about missing coffee, it’s about remembering the wife of Cao Khang…”.

Artwork/INT Last year, Le Thuy flooded, the water was immense, fish, shrimp, and alluvium also followed the water and stayed in the fields. After the flood, the land is fertile, most of the crops grown down are green. I remember when I went back to my hometown after Tet, I went to the market to buy a bunch of big, young green cabbage that was delicious to the eyes, but had 2 thousand VND. Buying 10,000 cucumbers, the old lady selling melons filled a basket. I said: – Your teeth give a lot? She laughs: – Like I sold it, one day she sold nearly 1 basket but got 6 thousand. The immense rice fields in the countryside this year also have a good harvest, a yellow color stretching to the foot of the distant mountain. The rice heads bowed heavily, covering the whole road separating the fields. The wind about the rice waves keeps undulating, it feels like standing in front of the sea but the waves are peaceful and golden. In my hometown, many houses still keep the new custom of offering rice. Every season of ripe rice, people reap the first field, after threshing (previously using human power or cattle to pedal, later with a continuous harvester, only packed grain rice was brought back). let the rice dry in the sun. Select the field with good rice varieties, then threshing and drying separately. When the rice is dried (in the sun and dry enough for long-term storage), it is milled, pounded, gradually, sieved (later milled by machine), giving white rice grains. Use that rice to wash with clear stone well water and then blow the rice with a wood stove. You have to be careful with the fire so that the top rice grains are white and fragrant, and the bottom is just scorched yellow. Select pullets to start nesting (the new hens begin to lay their first eggs), by this time there have been some early rains of the season. People in the countryside who are used to thunderstorms, when they see termites flying out, know that after 5 to 10 minutes, it will stop raining. The termites fly out, meet the wet rain, then swoop down to the ground, lose their wings and run away like small round meatballs. When chickens eat termites, the meat is fragrant and golden. The newly placed tray of rice has only a large plate of fresh white rice mixed with pieces of golden brown rice, on top of which is left over a fertile yellow boiled hen and a plate of crushed roasted salt and peppers. with 1 lemon cut in half. The owner lights 3 incense sticks and prays to heaven and earth, gods and ancestors to eat a new meal, to bless and protect the whole family for a year of peace, a bountiful and prosperous next season. Looking at the new tray of rice, though simple but full of herbs, of the owner. Farmers still spread word of mouth, when making new rice, people must be clean and clean in their thoughts, their minds must be good to cook a full fragrant meal; Boiled chicken with bright colors, neat and tidy shape. Old farmers looking at the tray of rice can know the happiness of the house, know if the next year’s crop is better or worse. With the new tray of rice used for worship, the elderly eat first, then the people who work in the field have the most merit, then divide it among the children and divide it equally among all members of the family. No matter how much or how little, everyone has their share. Fresh and fragrant rice, sweet and fatty chicken pieces, roasted salt seeds pounded with hot, spicy chili peppers, crispy golden pieces call back a whole heaven of memories of the new rice seasons that have passed in life. In the new meal, family members remind about the lost family members, those who are far away from home… So many people keep holding a bowl of rice and remember to eat. My family also grows rice, so since I was young, I always eat new rice. Eating from the time when the grandparents were still alive until the grandparents returned to the crane world in turn. Every new rice season, I try to arrange to bring my baby home. Show me the ripe rice season, let me know my hometown My father sometimes asked his grandchildren to burn incense on the ancestral altar during the new rice offering. The children followed their grandfather’s orders, but now everyone knows how to light incense sticks straight, not letting the incense fall out. The children always know how old their great-grandparents died, who went away in the family, who died… I remember that every year when we offer new rice, we share our chicken meat with our children. Ma says: – Ma doesn’t like chicken, I hate eating chicken… The chicken was delicious, but it was less so the kids were very happy, and saved and compared which one was bigger. Later, when I grew up, I knew how to give a little bit of delicious fat to my children. My health is not good, or I am sick. Every time the plating hurts, the kids often cook chicken porridge for the plating. Ma only eats porridge with water. Chicken doesn’t really like to eat now because it’s old now, has weak teeth, and hates eating chicken because it has teeth. I just wish, if there is no disease, I will take my children home. In the middle of the field, stop and fill your chest with the new scent of rice. And come back to eat new rice. New rice for me now is also eating, remembering… eating love…

The land offering is also known as the “Tai Tho Ky Yen” ceremony. Legend has it that, during the Tran dynasty, when Princess Huyen Tran was married to the king of Champa, Dai Viet received a wedding gift from the land of two continents: Chau O and Chau Ly (Chau Ri). When Dai Viet people came to these two continents to settle down, they were not familiar with the soil and climate, so there was a ritual of worshiping the land. This ritual is to show respect to the native gods and wish for a peaceful settlement. The time to worship the land is done on auspicious days, auspicious hours, the “zodiac hour” of the second or eighth lunar month. People in these regions often tell each other to be rich to do double, narrow to make a single, but a tray of earth offerings usually has three tables including: upper table, middle table and lower table. Some places make two tables. Each table has the scent of lamps, fruits, betel nut wine, votive paper. The upper table is placed in a dress of the earth god, the food includes chicken and sticky rice, surrounded by sticky rice and tea. Particularly for chickens, we must have red flags, yellow feathers, and yellow legs. Especially, the chicken is just right (neither young nor old), fat and fat. The middle table is placed on the middle table, the five-way robe, the offerings include boiled pork, a plate of sticky rice, three plates of crabs and boiled eggs, a piece of boiled meat and salt placed on top, and a tray of rice offerings, especially a plate of boiled potatoes and vegetables, a cup of water. Grilled and grilled fish and meat. The table put clothes, porridge, rice, salt, potatoes, cassava, peanuts… The tables are placed in front of the house, the owner stands from the house to bow. The list of offerings and prayers includes the land and houses of the owner to the gods of streams, gods of wells and ancestors of villages and clans. Especially offering to the souls of the Cham people who used to reside, the souls that no one worships… When the ceremony is almost over, the householder takes some offerings such as sticky rice, bananas, crab claws, chicken eggs, sweet potatoes, baked rice paper, etc. into a small folded banana sheath (the people call it “salad”). Then bring it out and hang it at the corner of a tree in the garden or near the house. The custom of hanging Sa Let has become a very unique feature. Finally, after the donation of the land, the neighbors will be invited to join in the fun because they have the concept of “selling distant relatives to buy close neighbors”, as well as an opportunity to exchange events to tighten “neighborhood friendship”. Over the years, today people in the “five Quang” regions still keep the custom of worshiping the land as a beautiful cultural feature. Invite readers to watch the video: Dangers of using weight loss foods online. Source: VTV24.

Last year, Le Thuy flooded, the water was immense, fish, shrimp, and alluvium also followed the water and stayed in the fields. After the flood, the land is fertile, most of the crops grown down are green. I remember when I went back to my hometown after Tet, I went to the market to buy a bunch of big, young green cabbage that was delicious to the eyes, but had 2,000 VND. Buying 10,000 cucumbers, the old lady selling melons filled a basket. I said : – Your teeth give a lot? She laughs: -Like I sold it, one day she sold nearly 1 basket but got 6,000.. The immense rice fields in the countryside this year also have a good harvest, a yellow color stretching to the foot of the distant mountain. The rice heads bowed heavily, covering the whole road separating the fields. The wind about the rice waves keeps undulating, it feels like standing in front of the sea but the waves are peaceful and golden. In my hometown, many houses still keep the new custom of offering rice. Every season of ripe rice, people reap the first field, after threshing (previously using human power or cattle to pedal, later with a continuous harvester, only packed grain rice was brought back). let the rice dry in the sun. Select the field with good rice varieties, then threshing and drying separately. When the rice is dried (in the sun and dry enough for long-term storage), it is milled, pounded, gradually, sieved (later milled by machine), giving white rice grains. Use that rice to wash with clear stone well water and then blow the rice with a wood stove. You have to be careful with the fire so that the top rice grains are white and fragrant, and the bottom is just scorched yellow. Choose a young hen to start jumping (the new hens begin to lay the first eggs), at this time there have been a few thunderstorms at the beginning of the season, when it rains, the termites fly out, the villagers are used to thunderstorms. When I see termites flying out, I know that after 5 to 10 minutes, it will stop raining. The termites flew out, met the wet rain, swooped down to the ground, lost their wings and ran away like small round meatballs. Chickens eat that termite, the meat is fragrant and golden. A new tray of rice is placed to worship heaven and earth, the gods, the ancestors only have a large plate of white new rice mixed with pieces of yellow burnt rice, on top of which is left over a fertile yellow boiled hen and a A plate of crushed roasted seeds with chili peppers accompanied by 1 lemon cut in half. The owner lights 3 incense sticks to pray to Heaven, Earth, Gods, and Ancestors to come back to eat a new meal, to bless and protect the whole family for a year of peace, a bountiful and prosperous next season. Looking at the new tray of rice, though simple but full of herbs, farmers still tell each other that when making new rice, people must be clean and clean in their thoughts, and the mind must be good to cook a full fragrant, boiled meal. The hen is brightly colored and neatly shaped. Old farmers looking at the tray of rice can know the happiness of the house, know if the next year’s crop is better or worse. With the new tray of rice used for offerings, the elderly eat first, then the people who work in the fields have the most merit, then divide it among the children and divide it equally among all members of the family. have his share. Fresh and fragrant rice, sweet and fatty chicken pieces, roasted salt seeds pounded with hot, spicy chili peppers, crispy golden pieces call back a whole heaven of memories of the new rice seasons that have passed in life. In the new meal, family members remind about the lost family members, those who are far away from home… So many people keep holding a bowl of rice and remember to eat. My family also grows rice, so since I was young, I always eat new rice. Eat from when you know how to eat, from the time when your grandparents are still there until your grandparents return to the crane world in turn. Every new rice season, I try to arrange to bring my baby home. Show me the ripe rice season, let me know my hometown. My father sometimes asked his grandchildren to burn incense on the ancestral altar during the new meal, without a word of instruction, the children just followed, but now everyone knows how to light incense sticks straight, not letting the incense fall go out. The children always know how old their great-grandparents died, who went away in the family, who died… I remember that every year when we offer new rice, we share our chicken meat with our children. Ma said: – Ma doesn’t like chicken, I hate eating chicken… The chicken was delicious, but there was little, so the kids were very happy, and saved for a bigger piece compared to each other. Later, when I grew up, I knew how to give a little bit of delicious fat to my children. My health is not good, or I am sick. Every time the plating hurts, the kids often cook chicken porridge for the plating. Ma only eats porridge with water. Chicken doesn’t really like to eat now because it’s old now, has weak teeth, and hates eating chicken because it has teeth. I just wish, if there is no disease, I will take my children home. In the middle of the field, stop and fill your chest with the new scent of rice. And come back to eat new rice. New rice for me now is also eating, remembering… eating love…