小时候留给我的一个印象是饥馋,似乎整天都是饥肠辘辘的,恨不得吃下一座山。每次在外玩耍,进门总要吵食的。有一天进门就嗅到食物香味,惊呼:“奶奶,是什么?好香啊！”奶奶笑骂:“狗鼻孔蛮灵的。”说着从火炉灰里扒出一只焦皮山芋,丢在地上。我顾不上那热烫,也顾不上那扑鼻的香和诱人的甜,扒开芋皮就风卷残云般将其“消灭”。 不管怎么说第一次吃这烘山芋,由于当时是饥荒年代,也莫名其中好滋味,但比起天天千篇一律式的吃煮山芋,那早已腻口的感觉要好得多了。因此, The impression I had when I was a child was hungry that it seemed like I was hungry all day long and could not wait to eat a mountain. Every time you play outside, the door always has a noise. One day the door smell the smell of food, exclaimed: “Grandma, what is it? So fragrant ah!” Grandmother laughed: “Dog nostrils quite Ling.” Speaking from the ash out of a smoked potato, dropped On the ground. I do not care that blanching, but also ignore the smell of incense and sweet tempting, Paocai Paochibu like to “destroy.” Anyway, it was the first time I had eaten this roasted potato, because at that time it was an age of famine and inexplicable taste. However, it was much better than the daily one-size-fits-all etiquette. therefore,