Late, awake waiting for the euro football match between the Belgian Red Devils with Italy, suddenly suddenly. It was nearly 1pm. The whole family went to sleep. Inert. I came down to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, looking tilted
. Seeing half of the fryer, remember this morning to buy a thick cake. So my guy leds to get a few quarters, presented on the plate, sitting in front of the screen and sipping the guys who fell in the ball took the ball in the ball. Mouth but still don't drum away the aroma, itself
It is also strange. Springle is the idea that only used with sticky sticks, cakes of all kinds, it turns out to snack snacks when sad and good. The price has a little more pickles, how well it is. But at night, this night, peached out for enough depositions. I was easy to eat, what was fetched, all the domain area, but when I was really focused on eating to enjoy it very carefully. So, there are rabbidians, who want to eat with it to have a tie to the center, visit Minh Chau spring rolls to buy. Admittedly, in the middle of this southern city, earn a lot of spring spring rolls like Minh Chau. The inner sausage is usually a bit sweet, also has itself, but still does not persuade the north root when he craves. Must be a North sausage. It has a fragrance of the new meat, has the bold of a little bitterness, with a crispy crisp out of the powder and does not have a sweet to taste more from the road
Then in a piece of spring, sometimes must meet a small fat, sad, sad, fragrant, it is satisfied with the craving. These rolls and stuffs that eat hot rice, do nothing. "Want to eat eight with sausage / out here and push the car with him." The shift song heard from the baby's plate is even more reminiscent of the taste of North Vietnamese sausage, the subsidy period. At that day, she went to school, my father occasionally or rim, she didn't eat with rice. Having died, the meal was different from the party. Must be a slightly salty wedge. Eat the piece but try to find the sweet of the meat to wrinkle the face and still don't see anywhere, don't understand where to origin, every time, any region but it was never absent on the wheels of people Vietnam, from the death anniversary, the ceremony to the wedding. Now the era is full enough, the sausage is also "poorer" than the old days, more popular than the old days, so many times when we forget it in Vietnamese food with such a consciousness. And we cannot locate it specifically to play, or a regular form of food. Perhaps, because it can accompany too many things, from Western bread to rice, from shrimp noodles to bowl of ladder, vermicelli. But it will always stay there, like waiting for us. Sometimes when you visit the house, thin a drink, there is no one to get up, cut the saucer, don't have enough to take the foreplay. Only a very strange one about spring rolls and I'm going Thinking forever forever. Why does the grave in the North become the tree in the south? In the North, the sausage is not it. In the South, spring rolls, beef rolls, fried sausages, Cinnamon Hoa Porch ... finally "not". Meanwhile, Nem is still Nem, but NEM is no longer NEM. The sour nem tree with his thumb, wrapped out of banana leaves outside, in an inner piece of the North to the South is still a nem. And the rolls of rolls, fried crispy of the North, immigrating in this, renamed spring rolls. Wide out, adding "comrades" became "salads" when they followed the people who opened the realm while in northern countryside, eating a salad that was completely eating to live. When did you start? The question realized that I believe no one answered. Folk speaks into a habit, then since then it is a dialect. Many times thought, if talking about fried nem go, such as smiley. If the North husband took the southern wife and they told each other, "why do you eat", what about you eat "? Yes, what's right, the husband's husband blames her husband, husband and wife eating nem. It turns out they eat the same, nem with spring rolls anything different. He is NEM that he is also not. She is nothing but nem different from that diverse dialect is probably due to the variations of each batch of people who encroach in the history. And it creates a lot of language nuances on the same things, the same phenomenon, showing the look perhaps has different in conception of things, that phenomenon of each region. But the most basic, despite the diversity and difference, Vietnamese people still understand each other very easily when they say it, not a dialect to form a barrier. Maybe, because the country stretches, it turns into a way in one direction, one way rather than radiating many directions, multiple dimensions to lead to the variations too far away from the original root. But in the beautiful diversity How do we live? This is the most saddest thing, worth mentioning the most. No one can deny regional terms, local stigma still exists as an inherent attribute. From the beginning of the first day, I was not surprised when I heard that people sarcastically, a central local area was "people of land". Wise . Dịch vụ:
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