In the production of meat dishes, "nitrate" is the most important ingredient and is indispensable.
That's right, it's the "nitrate" of "gunsmoke", something that can fry explosives.
Lin Chou still had a lot of saltpeter powder used to tan the skins. He soaked it in water and sprinkled it on the prepared pig's trotters. Then he sprinkled green salt and rubbed them together so that the salt and saltwater could soak into the inside of the pig's trotters. He sprayed some wine on it. Then put it in a wooden barrel and take it out after six hours of fermentation.
Put the removed pig's trotters into ice water for an hour, scrape off the pig hair and other debris on the surface, and then scrub them clean with alum water to more thoroughly remove the astringent smell after nitration.
The skin of the salted pig's trotters is tight and crispy, and the skin is translucent. The redness of the meat and the whiteness of the veins can be vaguely reflected under the skin.
Lin Chou advocates the original taste of meat dishes, without adding heavy ingredients.
So just put water into the pot to cover the pig's trotters, put ginger slices, green onion knots, pepper, star anise, cinnamon, and dried mountain radish into a gauze bag, tie it tightly with lemongrass and immerse it in the soup, add half a pound of Qingquanshan and pig's trotters and cook on low heat Simmer for one hour, turn the pig's trotters, and cook for another half an hour.
Take a large oak barrel, stack the pig's trotters neatly, pour in the remaining marinade to cover the pig's trotters, sprinkle with dozens of fennel and dried chili peppers, tighten the lid, and place it in the zero-temperature level of the thermostatic cabinet.
With the help of Mr. Shan and others, it took two days and two nights to get all kinds of pickles out.
Master Shan followed eagerly all the way.
In the end, everything was hung on the eaves or in the kitchen, except for the last bucket of braised pig trotters, which was also stuffed into the freezer. Shan Ye was furious.
"Why is this happening again?"
"The meat needs to be cold-soaked for at least seven days to achieve the best flavor."
"So, I was so fucking busy for two days and two nights, and in the end, there was nothing left to eat?"
Mr. Shan is so wronged, but not like you!
So what?
Lin Chou firmly believes that time can bring the best taste, and unfinished food must not be provided to customers.
Looking at the various cured meats hanging on the eaves and under the trees, Lin Chou clapped his hands with satisfaction, climbed the big home tree, got into the tree house and fell asleep, leaving behind a mess of hunters scolding his mother.
After smelling it for two days, I just watched it eagerly, thinking that it would be another feast when Boss Xiaolin was done with his work, but when he asked, it would take a week before he could even eat it. What are those cured meats? It's even more annoying. I heard that we have to wait until next year?
I have an old friend with a mouth like yours, but now his grave is covered with five feet of grass.
You are so lacking in virtue.
"I got a Fake."
Master Shan made the final conclusion while spitting.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, I had no choice but to get into my car and dream of Duke Zhou like other hunters.
Damn it, don't leave, let your little forest listen to a chorus of hundreds of people snoring all night.
....
Xiaoqiu chirped happily, her body covered with crystal mucus appearing and disappearing on the ground, and she began to work hard.
The entire hillside fell into silence, and the leaves of the fragrant red beans began to light up with a bright green light, and the light and refreshing sweet taste became more and more intense.
At the gate of the pitcher plant fence, a pink off-road vehicle that looked like it was wearing a skirt parked silently at the door. The door opened, and a potted plant with messy green hair and sleepy eyes jumped out of the car.
"Yeah~"
The potted plant stretched greatly, rubbed its face, took out a pink palm-sized fruit from the side of the steering wheel, and swallowed it in three mouthfuls.
Then pat your chest,
"Yaomei'er, you have to give my aunt some credit. My aunt's happiness for the rest of her life depends entirely on you."
Then squeeze your little fists to cheer yourself up.
I don't know where I took out the huge treasure bag again, and sneaked into the fence.
"Crack!"
The potted plant nimbly moved out of the way, and the large mouth of a pitcher plant chewed up the pebbles on the ground, and then continued to bite at her.
The potted plant smiled and waved her hand, and bursts of green starlight floated out from her palm, like a silk scarf or streamer, shuttling back and forth between the pitcher plant fences.
Wherever it passed, the restless pitcher plants instantly closed their leaves and mouths and fell into a deep sleep.
The potted plant raised its thin eyebrows proudly and walked towards the yard.
"Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu, where are you? I'm here to see you!"
Xiaoqiu's head emerged from the ground, and she opened her big fleshy mouth with only two small black teeth.
"Gulu..."
The potted plant took out a handful of green grass from the treasure bag, with moist soil on it.
Xiaoqiu's screams became more urgent, and she took the potted plant's hand into her mouth.
"Hey, let go, you idiot!"
Xiaoqiu chewed the grass, and the potted plant wiped the mucus from her hands with a look of disgust.
"Next time you bite me, I won't bring you supper. I'll starve you to death!"
"Gulu...wu..."
Potted ignored the aggrieved Xiaoqiu, opened the bag, and picked out the ripe pink fragrant red bean fruits one by one and put them in.
Xiaoqiu's slender body was half exposed from the ground, tilting his head and "looking" at her in confusion.
The potted plant murmured,
"Oh, silly Xiaoqiu, you don't understand... Just turn over the soil more and make these fruits grow bigger and better, that'll be it!"
The treasure bag of the potted plant had obviously undergone some indescribable modification. I don't know how many fruits were put in it. Until it swelled into a ball with a diameter of five meters, the potted plant tied the mouth of the bag again and dragged it outside the fence.
"Boom."
Potted Plant covered his head in confusion, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pure black, plush pillar standing in the middle of the door.
The potted plant immediately changed into a very festive smile,
"Oh, Master Gungun, thank you for your hard work. You have to keep vigil for that iron rooster in such a sultry night. Well...I won't disturb you. I'm leaving first..."
slip!
"Boom, boom!"
I bumped into a big potted plant with a sad face, and an idea came to me.
"Master Gungun, look what I brought you. These are delicious corn candies. They are fragrant and sweet. I guarantee you will like them."
Gungun held his head high and snorted disdainfully.
With its height, the potted plant at its feet couldn't see Gungun's expression at all. Even so, Lord Gungun was still arrogant.
"That...it also smells like bamboo shoots..."
"Ouch??"
Lord Gungun fell down with a crash, and the flying dust almost buried the potted plant alive on the spot.
As a qualified salesman, Bonzai still maintained a smile showing eight white teeth, calmly wiping the ashes on his face and holding the candy high.
Gungun resisted the urge to do something cute, his eyes were bright, he reached out the tip of his claws and carefully played with the palm of the potted plant twice.
Well, yellow and green candies.
The color of bamboo shoots is...
Then you should choose...
"Uh-huh."
The big tongue covered with barbs can lick off even the stone's surface a few centimeters thick, but it avoids the delicate palm of the potted plant with extraordinary dexterity and takes away all the candies without a drop.
"Ouch."
While Master Hua Gungun was immersed in his narcissistic dance, Bonzai threw the treasure bag onto the roof of the car and drove away in a hurry.
