Tang Nong koude sesame seed cake

Dingjiaxiang is a small alley, which is only about 100 meters from mouth to tail. This is one of dozens of alleys in the town. Compared with other alleys, there is nothing special in structure. I lived in this alley for ten years and didn't move out until my sophomore year. The alley is located at the edge of the West River Estuary. In the south, there is the largest hospital in the town-the Third Hospital, the alley near Guangfu Bridge, and the earliest private hotel in the town in the 1990s-Rufang Hotel. This unique geographical location has become one of the most crowded places in the town.

In the 1980s, the small town was the place where the state-owned enterprises in the county gathered the most, and most of the residents in the town worked in state-owned enterprises. Jiangnan towns are rich, and all kinds of traditional snacks in the town have a certain inheritance. For example, soup dumplings, tea cakes, steamed dumplings, snow dumplings, crisp socks, orange cakes, Ding Sheng cakes, plum blossom cakes and, of course, fried sesame cakes.

Although the problem of food and clothing was basically solved at that time, everything was more popular, and televisions and washing machines began to enter the families of small town residents. However, pocket money is still a luxury for me in primary school, and it is impossible to have free snacks. Only when you behave well can you have a chance to ask your parents to cook a hearty meal. Therefore, the sesame seed cake stall in Hutongkou has become the best place for our friends to solve the problem of gluttony, but it also needs to accumulate change to achieve it. I remember that 90 years ago, the price of a lard biscuit was 1 cent, and the varieties did not change much, that is, lard and shallots. Take a bite of freshly baked sesame seed cake, charcoal and flour are mixed together, and the taste is crisp. After biting, the oily smell of lard mixed with the smell of shallots impacts the taste buds and enters the nasal cavity to make the smell directly on the head. Don't think too much. Next, you blow it because it is hot, and then you bite it. At that time, because of the geographical location, the sesame seed cake stall in Hutongkou became the network celebrity sesame seed cake stall at that time, and it was a few years at a time. The most interesting scene is on weekends. At this time, the economy of the town may be good, so there are always some homeless people living in Rufang Hotel. Guangfu Qiaotou has become a small market, and there are often some Jianghu people selling pangolin scales and tiger bone wine. And charlatans who claim to be able to wash people's eyes. They will magically take out many white bugs from their eyes with a chopstick, which makes people sick and curious. Occasionally, there will be some powerful pill sellers, fortune tellers and a group of people who set up stalls to display their skills. The sesame seed cake stall is on the side. Buy a cake to watch the fun, and your eyes are full of delicious food. Behind the sesame seed cake stall, a new way of eating was invented, that is, frying stinky tofu in a small pot by the charcoal stove. After baking, cut a hole to fill in the fried stinky tofu, and then coat it with sweet noodle sauce and a little spicy sauce with a spoon. After eating this way, sesame seed cake is an addictive food. If you don't eat it for a while, you will think of it, so that it becomes a food memory in your hometown.

It seems that all children in those days had their own piggy banks. At that time, coins had three denominations: 5 cents, 2 cents and 1 minute. My piggy bank is made of a bamboo knot. Cut a small hole in the head of the knot and put the largest nickel. But the money you put in can't be taken out unless you split the jar. At that time, in order to eat a sesame seed cake, I practiced a skill, that is, shake the bamboo pot desperately, and then tick out the coins bit by bit with a pin, and tick out a few coins to make up 1 dime, so that I can eat a light lard sesame seed cake and add a stinky tofu to make up 1.5 cents, which is often very delicious at this time. Now think about it. At that time, the father should have known that coins were missing from the bamboo pot, but he kindly tolerated the child's self-righteous cleverness for the sake of his children's delicious food. This is also a kind of father's silent love, which has been accompanied by me simply and warmly until now.

Until the mid-1990s, as a result of road expansion, roadside stalls gradually decreased, sesame seed cake stalls were moved out, and then gradually faded out of our lives, but the smell of onion mixed with oil was branded in our memory. For the fun of digging money in bamboo pots in those days, it is estimated that it is difficult for children to feel it in a highly digital era.