At that time, my father - the image of men in the kitchen had something a little different from the surrounding houses. That day, I accidentally heard the conversation between my father and mother. My mother told my father not to spoil the children too much. My father gently replied: "They will soon "grow their feathers and wings" and fly away, our children suddenly become other people's children. Coming home to eat a bowl of rice at home is not easy...".
How can I forget the time when I was a child, I used to follow my father to the kitchen, next to the wood stove with the red fire flickering and the smell of smoke... And there is hardly any smell that lingers and makes me miss it like the smell of smoke coming from the old kitchen. My father was a busy man but he always took the time to go to the kitchen. Every time he went to the kitchen, the whole space seemed to light up with a gentle light of love and care. The familiar sounds of the clinking of pots and pans in the kitchen, the aroma of each vegetable and spice awakened all my senses, making me extremely happy.
The simple home-cooked meal was always served on a round wooden tray with familiar dishes, sometimes a pot of braised fish, a plate of boiled sweet potato leaves, sometimes a bowl of crab soup with jute, sweet and cool Malabar spinach eaten with eggplant, or a piece of pork fat braised in fragrant fish sauce... Just like that, why is it more delicious than any delicacy? Knowing that my little daughter liked to eat burnt rice, my father deliberately pushed a lot of coal and turned the rice pot for a long time on the stove to have burnt rice at the bottom of the pot. Suddenly, I miss the old days so much, Dad! I miss the bitter cold in the North, the cold seeping through each layer of clothes, hitting my face, we gathered around the cast iron rice pot placed near the red fire, Dad gave each of us a piece of hot burnt rice, blowing on it and eating, enjoying the faint scent of fire, of smoke, of sticky rice, so strangely delicious. We happily shouted: "It's so delicious, Dad! It's so delicious, Dad". How could it not be delicious because each dish my father cooked was imbued with the flavor of love. Dad's seasoning is all about care!
When I chose to live far from home, amidst the hustle and bustle of life in a foreign land, home-cooked meals became a luxury. Because every dish my father cooked was associated with memories of the beloved home, creating pieces of memories that followed me on the journey of life. It was like a melodious piece of music, each melody carrying sweet memories of childhood. Every time I enjoyed it, that flavor seemed to open a door to memory, returning to the warm golden afternoons on the porch.
The dishes my father cooked were not only delicious but also reminded me of the love, care and stories of my family, teaching me to appreciate my roots and to deeply feel the flavor of family love. And sometimes, those simple things make life in the city slower, less stressful and suffocating.
Hello love, season 4, theme "Father" officially launched from December 27, 2024 on four types of press and digital infrastructure of Radio - Television and Binh Phuoc Newspaper (BPTV), promising to bring to the public the wonderful values of sacred and noble fatherly love. |
Source: https://baobinhphuoc.com.vn/news/19/172715/bua-com-co-vi-tinh-thuong-cua-bo
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