《舌尖上的河畔美食》

北美仙人掌🌵

家乡河畔食味小记·七首
作者：北美仙人掌🌵
题序 · 蒸烟里的乡愁
有人说，乡愁是一封寄不出的信；有人说，是一碗再也吃不到的饭。
于我而言，乡愁是一缕自灶头升起的蒸烟，一勺锅边轻滚的汤气，一道在岁月深处静静飘香的家常菜。
马踏湖畔，芦花摇曳的水面，曾照见我童年的倒影，也藏着我一生挥之不去的味觉记忆。
虾卷、藕盒、卷薄饼、曲曲菜、黑鱼、鱼丸、年饭……
每一道菜，皆是湖声与风影；每一口香气，都是母亲手心的温度。
此七首，便是我为家乡写下的食味图卷。
愿有诗为馔，有梦为席，乡味长存心上。
一、《厨中作虾卷》
春风带暖稻花香，
轻裹金虾入绢裳。
最是蒸翻真火候，
炊烟一缕过东墙。
二、《炸藕盒》
藕断丝连脆未央，
轻翻金色起油光。
谁知半碟仍牵念，
一味清香久未忘。
三、《卷薄饼》
素面轻团掌内藏，
丝丝河馔裹柔肠。
翻来一页炊烟里，
胜读人间五味章。
四、《爆炒黑鱼》
网起银鳞水草旁，
鲜鳞翻影映蒜姜。
风生铁铲烟香起，
一碟清鲜入夜凉。
五、《曲曲菜蘸蒜泥》
嫩茎柔骨露初霜，
清凉割取野汀旁。
蘸来一味乡常在，
入口微酸忆故乡。
六、《鱼丸煨萝卜》
素片萝盘雪后汤，
团团鱼糝煨清香。
轻翻一勺乡音起，
漫滚人间细细长。
七、《湖畔年饭》
黄蒸紫煮炉烟亮，
满盘年味喜洋洋。
携手同欢迎岁序，
团圆一席抵华章。
跋语
湖水无言，岁月有声。
当记忆的味道再次涌上舌尖，
我仿佛又听见芦苇荡的风吟，
看见母亲在灶火旁的身影。
这七首小诗，不过是乡愁的七滴泪光，
落在纸上，却照亮我心中的湖岸。
Riverside Flavors of Hometown · Seven Poems
By Bmcactus🌵
Preface · Nostalgia in Rising Steam
Some say nostalgia is a letter that can never be sent;
others say it is a meal one can never taste again.
To me, nostalgia is the steam rising from the old stove,
the simmer of broth at the rim of the pot,
a homely fragrance quietly drifting through the depths of time.
By Matahu Lake, where reeds sway in the breeze,
the waters once mirrored my childhood shadow,
and still cradle a lifetime of lingering flavors.
Shrimp rolls, lotus root fritters, thin pancakes, qǔqǔ greens,
blackfish, fish balls, New Year’s feasts…
Every dish is a ripple of lake and wind;
every aroma is the warmth of my mother’s palms.
These seven poems are my scroll of flavors by the riverside,
a gentle remembrance by the hearth.
May poems be the dishes, and dreams the banquet,
so that hometown flavors forever dwell within the heart.
I. Shrimp Rolls in the Kitchen
Spring breeze carries rice-field scent,
golden shrimp wrapped in silk content.
True fire turns, the flavors rise,
one wisp of smoke drifts past the skies.
II. Lotus Root Fritters
Threads unbroken, crisp delight,
golden edges shimmer bright.
Half a plate, yet long remains,
a single taste recalls old lanes.
III. Rolled Pancakes
Soft sheets fold within the hand,
river’s bounty finely spanned.
One more page of kitchen air,
outshines life’s five-flavored fare.
IV. Stir-Fried Blackfish
Nets lift silver from the reeds,
garlic, ginger stir fresh needs.
Iron spatulas spark and sing,
nightfall tastes of lake-born spring.
V. Qǔqǔ Greens with Garlic Dip
Tender stems revealed from frost,
harvested by river lost.
Dipped once more, the homely blend,
slightly sour—the hometown sends.
VI. Fish Balls Stewed with Radish
White radish floats in wintry broth,
fish balls simmer, soft and froth.
One spoon stirs, the accent clear,
long it rolls through passing years.
VII. New Year’s Feast by the Lake
Steamed and stewed, the smoke aglow,
dishes brimming, joy will flow.
Hand in hand, we greet the year,
one round table—bliss sincere.
Epilogue
The lake is silent, yet time resounds.
When flavors return upon the tongue,
I seem to hear the reeds in song,
and glimpse my mother by the fire.
These seven poems are but seven drops of longing,
falling onto paper, yet lighting up
the distant shore of my heart.