Put the pig's eyes in a string and grill them on the grill. The fire must not be too hot, otherwise the hot eye pulp may explode and splash into your face.
Turn over low heat and roast carefully. During this process, you are constantly brushing on various sauces and spices, and wait patiently for the eyeballs to be cooked from the inside out.
The skin of the pig's eye is sizzling with oil, and the fragrance gradually wafts out.
"That's what it seems." Mag raised his eyebrows slightly, flipping the roasted pig's eye in his hand at will, and slowly moved towards the area with stronger firepower.
"puff--"
There was a sound of eyeballs exploding, and an eyeball on the skewer suddenly exploded, and the hot eye liquid splashed out, part of which flew towards his face.
"Damn it, you really know how to explode!" Mag tilted his head and easily avoided the eye smear.
"Puff puff puff puff——"
And almost at the same time, all the remaining pig eyes exploded.
Mag quickly let go of the bamboo stick in his hand and took two steps back. Only then did he narrowly avoid the hot eye liquid that exploded.
"This is probably the most dangerous dish I've ever cooked, right?" Mag looked at the messy grill and wall, and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment. If this happened in a real kitchen, it would be terrible. It was an accident.
There is no need for Mag to clean up, and after about five seconds, the grill and countertop are clean again.
"It seems that we still need to operate in strict accordance with the experience and standards of experts, and we should not be too confident." Mag quickly corrected his attitude, took a bamboo skewer and pierced a bunch of pig eyes again, and stood in the grill with a serious expression. Start roasting the pig eyes again in front of the rack.
The requirements for roasted pig's eye are too demanding, which makes Mag, who has mastered the technique of flipping two hundred roast beef skewers at the same time, a little bit impatient. However, after experiencing an explosion, his temper was improved very well. Put it away.
Beef cubes won't explode. It's a temperamental ingredient and you have to coax it.
After about twenty minutes, the pig's eyes had been roasted to a shiny brown color, and the whole thing had shrunk a bit. The slightly fatter skin had shrunk from the roasting, and was still sizzling with oil. The alluring aroma of barbecue had already hit your nostrils. , sprinkle with cumin and chili pepper, flip twice, and it’s done.
"It doesn't seem to be difficult with a little patience." Mag looked at the roasted pig's eyes in his hand. There were four pig's eyes on a bamboo stick.
The fear value of the roasted pig's eyes has plummeted a lot, at least you won't inadvertently look into a pair of dead pig's eyes.
However, for most people, such appearance still has a strong impact, especially after knowing that it is roasted pig's eye, it is estimated that many people will rise in resistance.
Mag looked at the roasted pig's eye in his hand. If it weren't for the aroma after roasting that was so alluring, and he was already used to pig's eye, otherwise he wouldn't have tried this super dark dish.
"System, did I succeed?" Mag asked casually, "I have never tasted roasted pig eyes in my previous life. There shouldn't be any standards for this dish, right?"
"The first point: the third pig's eye from the top has too dry and hard skin because it has too little oil. It should be brushed with oil separately during the roasting process. This is what a good chef should do in the cooking process. We should take the initiative to discover and solve problems.”
"Second point: The second pig's eye was not inserted tightly, and the position shifted during the roasting process. The entire pig's eye failed to reach a qualified state. Carelessness will ruin a dish."
"The third point:..."
The system listed one by one the mistakes Mag made during the seemingly perfect baking process.
"That being said, there are indeed quite a lot of problems." Mag nodded and accepted the system's picky suggestions. If it was only to this extent, it wouldn't be long before he could complete the roasted pig's eye. It was all about the details.
“Success criteria for grilled pig’s eyes:
When you bite it open, the pig eye juice bursts out, without any fishy smell, which is endlessly memorable;
The eyeballs have a springy fleshy feel, and the texture is touching when chewed. They are tough on the outside, tender on the inside, soft and juicy, and have a chewy texture;
The crisp lens and cornea are like brittle bones, bringing a different chewing pleasure. "
The system then promulgated standards.
Mag: "???"
"By the way, system, if my memory has not been lost due to time travel, then I should have never eaten roasted pig eyes, right? Such excessive standards are not brought up by me, right?" Mag frowned and asked, the more Broad requirements mean higher requirements, because the system will be performed according to the highest standards.
"This is a series of copywriting of life." The system replied.
"You even copied the copy?" Mag rolled his eyes.
"Doesn't this indicate the source?" the system said confidently.
"I..." Mag opened his mouth, but was speechless, but quickly said: "I think this copy may be bragging."
"As a candidate for the God of Cooking, with top-notch barbecue experience, if you can't even meet this requirement in the copywriting, wouldn't it be worse than bragging?"
"You're cruel!" Mag thought for a moment, seemed to make some sense, and quickly threw himself into the eyes of the roasted pig.
Making delicious food beyond the imagination of diners is what a ambitious chef should do.
Just like an ordinary bowl of soy milk or an ordinary fried dough stick, it can also glow with different colors in the hands of different chefs.
What Mag wants to do is to make the food glow with the most beautiful colors in his hands.
"The taste is slightly worse, failure!"
"The fishy smell of eyeball serous fluid has not been removed, failure!"
"fail……"
The number of days on the wall was slowly decreasing, and Mag accepted the failures again and again with an expressionless face. His grilling techniques became more and more proficient, and the pig eye skewers in his hand also changed from one to two or three. Bundle!
For a moment, Mag felt that he was one with the skewers in his hands and the oven below. He could sense the hot temperature of the charcoal fire in the stove, feel the subtle changes in the skewers during the roasting, and then at the right time Flip the skewers and brush with appropriate oil and sauce.
This is a very mysterious feeling, as if time has slowed down and he can control everything at will.
"Ding!"
“Perfect grilled pig eye achieved!”
Mag placed a handful of hungry pig's eyes that had just been tested on the plate in front of him, and then heard the sound of the system.
"Did it succeed?" Mag didn't show too much surprise, but showed a hint of surprise. He felt that this roasted pig's eye was not perfect enough, and he could do better with the next one.
He looked up at the countdown on the wall and saw that one hundred days had passed unknowingly.
"No wonder it's not easy to master barbecue, and it's even more difficult to become a master." Mag sighed inwardly. The time it took to learn how to roast pig's eyes almost caught up with the time it took to learn to jump over the wall.
Mag didn't rush to quit the God of Cooking training ground, but continued to devote himself to roasting pig eyes. He wanted to be more perfect.
