每一个人,小时候都对爸妈做的菜留有深刻印象,回想起来无不甜美温暖。一部分来自真实的口味和感触,更多的恐怕是流逝时光所编织出来的华丽外衣,闪耀着温柔的光芒俘获了我们,使我们都宁愿相信美好的记忆。所以,不敢说我父亲做菜的手艺多么厉害,但确实给了我味觉的启蒙,继而催生了跃跃欲试的冲动。记导第一次做菜,战战兢兢站到灶台前,笨拙且胡乱地挥舞着沉重的铁铲,直 Everyone, when I was young, I was impressed with the dishes made by my parents. In retrospect, all were sweet and warm. Part of the real taste and feelings, and more probably I am afraid that the gorgeous veil woven by the passage of time, shining a gentle light captured us, so that we would rather believe good memories. Therefore, I dare not say how skillful my father cooks, but it did give me the enlightenment of taste, which in turn gave birth to the urge to try it. Remember the first time cooking, standing gingerly in front of the stove, clumsy and indiscriminately waving a heavy shovel, straight