The long-awaited reunion of doughnuts

I’m ashamed to say, as a fairly reliable eater, the good things I remember are usually related to the tongue and taste. Whenever I go to an unfamiliar place, I first let my nose guide me to eat a lot of food. I remember when I first arrived in Taiwan in 2008, I was looking around for a Yonghe soymilk store in Taipei, wanting to eat a reliable doughnut. When I was a university student in Nanjing, I spent a lot of nights writing in Yonghe Soymilk, and I didn’t think it tasted too bad. Now that I’m in Taiwan, I always want to see the real thing. My friends in Taipei said sincerely that they had never seen or eaten Yonghe. Because breakfast restaurants are not too bad, just eat the taste is very good.

During the 2012 election in Taiwan, I worked the night shift at the office in Taipei and stayed up almost all night every day. One morning I was too sleepy to go downstairs for a walk, who was surprised to smell the fragrance of doughnuts in a small alley on Anhe Road, the smell of doughnuts is the long-lost only in childhood. It was a small, unobtrusive store, but looking at the dozens of meters long line outside the door, I gulped and left. That day, I made an appointment with Mr. Zhang Ping, a political commentator from Guangzhou, to come to this restaurant for breakfast the next day.

The next morning, at dawn, we arrived at the restaurant. Fortunately, there was no one in line, but the tables were almost full. The only sound was the flipping of newspapers and the “snorting” of the frying pan. Mr. Zhang ran to the frying pan and smelled it, and said repeatedly, “reliable and reliable. When the first doughnut came up, we didn’t move our chopsticks, but first sighed at the doughnut. The doughnut was golden yellow in color, a foot long and as thick as a wrist. Mr. Zhang took a bite and said to the boss, I want four more. I was shocked on the spot.

He hastily explained that he hadn’t eaten doughnuts for more than ten years and didn’t dare to eat them in Guangzhou. Since they were so tasty, he simply ate them all. When I asked him why, he said his stomach got upset when he ate something fried. I said, your stomach has been separated from the motherland. The doughnut in front of me was crunchy and pliable, evoking the pleasure of chewing on the teeth. I remembered the doughnuts I ate at the roadside stalls when I was a kid, and they tasted the same way, reminding me of the taste of flour, the taste of wheat, and thus the taste of harvest, the taste of the land, etc. I couldn’t help but wander a million miles away.

In addition to the doughnuts, which we all praise, there are also egg cakes and soy milk, which are also delicious. The egg cakes were fried, and the eggs were so big that they looked like eight pounds (Beijing eggs are about nine or ten pounds). The soy milk was almost the same as the freshly ground one at home. The more Mr. Zhang ate, the more impressed he was, happily and excitedly commenting on what was in front of him, thinking that this was the real original taste. I can’t help but sigh: you are still not immune to gutter oil, like me every day eating out has long been invulnerable to all kinds of toxins.

Recently, I discovered a very good soybean milk and doughnut in Taipei, in the vicinity of the temple, called Fohang soybean milk, the average queue is up to an hour, but then waste time is willing, I have not queued for food for many years, really can not help it. In addition, I also found an oil cake stall at the intersection of Huayin Street and Taiyuan Road, freshly fried and ready to sell, the boss is an old grandfather, extremely serious kneading dough, knocking eggs, skilful movements flowing like water. Although it was a small mobile stall, there were people lining up in the rain. I also seriously went looking for a breakfast place recommended by Ms. Yongying, but it was impossible to squeeze in.

Overall, the fried noodle dishes in Taipei are basically very reliable. The taste of oil and noodles are all normal. Although it is just a very ordinary daily breakfast, it can evoke the most primitive desire for food, a double satisfaction for the stomach and tongue, tasty and fulfilling. While I was praising it, my Taiwanese friends would always ask strangely, “These things are from the mainland, don’t you usually eat them? I had to coyly say, “Then you still don’t know the motherland too well.