These childhood memories, worth savoring, translated…
About twenty-five years ago, as we just moved to Fengyuan, every weekend and holidays, our parents would take the family to frequent the breakfast shop in the small marketplace close by, and the sweet biscuits that were hot off the bakes, so aromatic, and the smell would make us all drool, I still can’t forget how good it’d tasted.
what it looks like…
My parents’ favorite was having the fried bread batters inside the sweet biscuits, baked to crisp on the outside, with the moist breads inside, with the fried-to-crisp bread batter in the middle, and, we’d had some of the rice drinks with it; my older sister would always ask the owner of the shop, to charcoal her favorite egg, and, on the pancakes, she’d spread that specialty sauce on, guaranteed, that you’ll, swallow your tongues too, my younger brother and I, however, we’d savored the sweet cakes, the sweet variety isn’t like the salty one, with the layers, it’s quite simple, inside the baked to bloat up center, there’s nothing, only a layer of sugar; I’d loved crushing it flat, finish the softer outer shells first, then the crisp inside. My older sister would often say, how I’d wasted the looks of the cakes, but that, was how I liked it.
The years flew right by us, with the small marketplace going out of business. It was not at all surprising, that the owner of the breakfast shop decided to put up his business, but, it’d still made me nostalgic every time I’d passed it by, I’d recalled the loud female shop owner, I’d tasted countless shops sine, and yet, I could never find that taste saved, inside of my memories. There’s this, stubbornness that I have, and although there are, endless number of sweet flour cakes, but, none of it was the kind I’d savored in my mind; I’d started flipping through the recipe books, to find the traces of that taste in my memories, and still, I’d searched high and low, and still not managed to find it.
That day I’d arrived at the bookshop with my son, I’d picked up a newly published recipe, and there it is, “I’d searched for it all over the places, and as I’d turned around, there it was, at a place that was easily missed.” So, this, is where you are, my old friend, sugar-filled baked cake! And now, I’d, placed this recipe book on my mantle, and when the weekends rolled around, I’d meet back up with it. As for whether or not I’d crushed the cakes flat now? Well, I’m sure, that my cute son would love to take that job from me.
So, this is the food you’d been, hung up on since you were growing up, because of the memories that occurred when you’d had the food item, and not the food item itself, and that, is how things usually is, you’d gotten so trapped by the feelings connected to certain items, that you’d started thinking of how much you loved those items, because of the memories you have with it.
Life, the Obstacle Course 