记忆中妈妈菜篮里的味道是那么耐人回味。读小学时,妈妈用柴火给我们姐弟俩蒸发糕(就是用米粉蒸的糕点),米粉是自家稻田种的新鲜晚稻米磨出的,拌上妈妈刚从菜园采摘的新鲜南瓜煮成的糊,现做现蒸。每次都是我争着坐在灶膛前给母亲烧火,等到热气腾腾的锅盖一揭开,姐弟俩争先恐后砸吧着嘴巴望着母亲灵巧的手。米白中带点橙黄的发糕从母亲手中递过来,我们赶紧趁热大大咬上一口,入口又蓬松又绵软,甜而不腻,鼻息唇齿间游荡的是原汁原味的田野气息。 Memories in the memory of the basket is so memorable taste aftertaste. Primary school, my mother firewood to our siblings evaporate the cake (that is, steamed rice noodles with rice noodles), rice noodles are their own rice varieties fresh rice grind, mix with fresh pumpkin Mom just picked from the vegetable garden boiled paste Now doing steaming. Every time I am competing to sit in front of the hearth to the mother burning fire, until the steaming pot was opened, the siblings vying for the first hit her mother looked clever hand mouth. With a little orange and white rice cake delivered from the hands of the mother, we quickly bite a hot bite, the entrance was fluffy and soft, sweet and not greasy, snarking between the wild flavor of the field.