In life there are idyllic, however taste but we can not forget. I, a child of the countryside of the river water, never forget the smell of straw in the wind sometimes after the season. He smells pungent concentration difficult, it was blended from the bold flavors of home compounds such as the aroma of the fruit market, the smell of pancakes, the smell of grass straw afraid throne form a very characteristic taste.For every grain of rice is done once the father and brother I douse the fire burning the straw pile and the original small paddy field before the home crowd on the Twine. This means that the hygiene field to prepare for next seasonRemember back on her childhood home, her grandmother I have planted a tree on the last day of summer, a receiver, a fruit begins to radiate the aroma very pleasant sometimes thoang. The fruit is a yellow eye catching, rounded fruit, a Berry.The children, who also love, embrace, inhaling HA enjoy a a result, enthralled. Have to say, the right, the scent is a result nobody can forget-a soothing scent but not on both. The cake is poured in the large cast iron saucepan, on the termite mushroom season, Peng pancake added a spice do. With sweet, crunchy, termite mushroom has to add taste to the pancakes. Eat pancakes is true. Spread the leaves up, put in the hands of colostrum a little cake, roll back the sweet and sour sauce dots ... chewing just enjoy the taste of taste of home that when go away anyone who also crave to be back to the cravings, enjoy country gifts ...
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