281 Meaningful holidays ① ~ Michele and Mime, again ~

Put it down for a day, the 29th of the black moon.

Since the stall was also a holiday that day, Michelle and Mime were to be invited from Jomtien to a settlement by the woods.

The aim is, of course, to learn the know-how of smoking making.

The place is Sudra's house.

The participating members were me and Tour-Din and Rem Dom, Li Sudra and Yun Sudra, Raina Luu and Sheila Luu, plus eight Sarris Lan Fou.

"... I'll tell you the first thing I'm doing is making smoked carons and kimus. You've never dealt with Giva meat or anything, so you can't be held responsible for any kind of mischief?

Michelle, the lecturer, was on the same Buddha's top surface, and cut the tantrum that way.

Representing the student role, I'll give you a toast.

"Yes. I'm sorry I said I couldn't. Please give us some guidance."

"Humph," he snorts, then Michelle waves up the house of his crotch.

Sudra offered it to me, it's an empty house.

It's a house that hasn't been used in seven or eight years now, and it's stuck in a round-cut open space. In case of a fire, this empty house, most open, was chosen as a smoked hut.

"As I was anxious from Asta, the traditional windows were plated and an alternative small window was vacated in a high position. Is this not going to be a problem?

With a gentle smile, Li-Sudra says so.

Michelle tested the exterior of the house as she slammed the plate stretched on that window with the back of her hand.

"It looks like a lot of old houses, so if you can get smoke, you'll need repairs. Well, then you should fill the gap with clay."

"That's clay. I understand that."

"... are you ready for the meat?

"Yes, over here"

Led by Li-Sudra, we walked into the house.

Shortly after opening the front door, the hall is equipped with tons of firewood and the necessary tools.

Behind it there are three doorboards, and on the right wall, ancient barns are installed. On a scale, it is just about the same house as Fa's.

Li-Sudra led us to a private room on the right side of number one.

When the doorboard is opened, a number of meat chunks are hanging loosely by the crawling grass.

It's a piece of giva meat brought over from Sudra, Fa, Fou, Din and Luu.

Following Michelle's teachings, these had already finished their descent.

Salt, drain moisture, rinse off salt, then air dry. The procedure itself is not significantly different from that of dried meat making, which was handed down to the forestside settlements, but when salted, Pico leaves and vanilla are mixed together and soaked for a lot longer.

Besides, this was the first time in the prototype, so in addition to the blocked momomo and rose meat, I tried to prepare a whole bottle of shoulder, loin meat and even giva hind legs that I would not normally use for dried meat.

Furthermore, even the bowel stuffed meat of the memorial, which I finished this morning, is hanging there exactly.

"... Hmm. You've really prepared for this."

Michelle says grumpy as she looks up at that intestinal stuffed meat.

"Yes, I've had a hard time, but I think it's pretty much in shape"

A few days ago, I learned how to make this intestinal meat from a Sim-born traveler who Nail introduced me to.

Fill your bowels with carefully ground meat. That's all I'm talking about if you ask me, but it wasn't as easy a task as this says.

The meat-to-fat ratio is 8: 2. It was said that the smoother the texture this way, so the meat wrapped around the body temperature of the hand to the extent that it was not damaged.

To be added are salt and pico leaves.

Of course they add many different kinds of vanilla there at Sims, but for today, I've weighed myself in.

So, when this is over, it's a bowel packing job.

The necessary instruments are one large piece of cloth with a small hole in the middle, one large and one small funnel at a time.

Align the holes and sandwich the cloth in small and large funnels.

Keep the cloth with plenty of stickiness turned over the top. This part becomes a squeeze cloth.

Then set the bowel for the casing at the tip of the funnel.

The nicely washed small intestine of Gibba is placed in the tube at the tip of the funnel and drifted away.

Elasticated bare intestines, like rubber, can put together a cool amount. Within the first, we decided to cut in about a meter.

When that's done, pack the ground meat in a squeeze cloth and try to squeeze it lightly like a tube.

When the funnel tube is full of meat, pull the bowel just a little and keep the tip tied.

As he squeezes the squeeze cloth further, the meat fills the inside of his intestines and loosens up to.

Once the bowel is full of meat for a meter, tie the buttocks and it's done.

If I twist my bowels to place 15 cm and split the meat, it is a sausage with one connection that I am already used to seeing.

It was a bit of a touching sight for me.

Fifteen pieces of such handmade intestinal meat are hung one meter at a time.

Surprisingly, this is the small intestine of one giva.

It would only be three centimeters thick. Pretty big size.

To prepare all this intestinal meat, I was to borrow a few manpower from Sudra, Fou and Din.

"Well, that's smoking work. Are you ready for firewood and vanilla?

"Yes. Grigi firewood, leaves of Leelo, raw Pico leaves, and charcoal."

At the foot of the room, the floorboard had been removed and the ground peeled out.

Place the fuel and smoke in a circle there and light the fire.

Along with the white smoke, the sober and exciting aromas emanating from Leelo and Pico filled the room.

"... Grigi looks a lot like a raw tree. The drier the grigi is, the more excess odor it will come out."

Saying, Michelle confirms the fire with a harsh eye.

"The momentum of fire is too strong. Now that it smells like vanilla, just leave out a little bit of firewood."

Copy that, sir.

I replaced the longer firewood with a burning stick and followed Michelle's instructions.

"With this fire, it's three minutes. Vanilla only needs to add the same amount half an hour at a time. With all this charcoal, adding firewood would be enough every half hour."

"Okay. Otherwise, you keep the doorboards closed, right?

"Oh," he nods, and Michelle just leaves the room.

I told everyone on the spot about the fireworks, and then I left the smoking room behind.

When are you going to get sweaty, so "ugh," I breathe and soak my forehead.

"Thank you. Looking forward to the next three minutes."

Adjust the angle so that the day clock left in a sunny place points to Jomtien. If we only knew the passage of time, this would suffice.

"... what are you guys going to do in the meantime? I'm not so comfortable wasting that much time."

"Yeah. I plan to split up on two hands and work on each job. A squad that works without fur while on fire, and a squad that works on training Kamadu numbers."

"... you think it's Kamadu's training?

"Yes, that's why I wanted Mim to do the same."

Mime, who was in Michelle's place, sparkled her eyes.

"You're planning on studying cooking as well as smoking? Glad!"

"Good for you then. … Actually, I wanted to ask Michelle what she thought about the ingredients I brought back from Castle Town."

"Hmm. I thought that was it anyway."

Michelle finds herself hanging out.

"What ingredients did you bring back this time? Is that Sim's vanilla? Is that Jagal's vegetable?

"Vanilla and seasonings are just checking their own flavors and aromas, so I thought I'd ask for your feedback on vegetables and dried foods this time around. … the ingredients are loaded in the luggage truck over there, so check with that eye first"

Two of the Sudras and Lem-Dom were supposed to help with the furry mesh of the Fou family, so I left the house with the rest of the members.

Instead of Gilru and Jidula, who are friendly and grass-eating, two luggage cars stop. Rayna-Lew and the others picked up Michelle and the others today, so this is the first ingredient we see in Fa's house luggage.

"I'm going to do something about the dinner party in Castle Town on my own, but I wanted to hear Michelle's opinion on the ingredients to distribute to Accommodation Town."

As I explained, I invited Michelle and Mime into the carriage.

"How about that? I brought them all out of the pantry at Count Turan's residence."

I was bringing a little ingredient from one street to the next.

Dry stuff first.

Seagrass like kelp and dried shrimp, shellfish and octopus alike.

Plus, mushrooms of all kinds. The ones like orange shiitake mushrooms and yellow kikurage, the ones like bright red isoginchuk are dry, the ones like mushrooms and the ones like bunashimeji are raw mushrooms planted in compost.

There are five types of vegetables.

It's like a green horseradish, Rohioi.

When it comes to purple Hechima, Shima.

Gobo shaped round like a mosquito ray, Ma Guigo.

Bright red and shaped like a leech, ma pra.

Reminds me of black ping-pong balls, Chang.

That's it.

After staring around at those ingredients, Michelle took a deep breath.

"This kind of dry stuff never came around to my store. Is this creepy animal dried food also food?

"That seems to have been taken from Algrad, king's capital of Selva. You look a lot like an animal named Octopus in my hometown. … although the scent is close to sultry"

"I was invited to that large pantry only once, but I refused to talk about my work, so I can't possibly know about ingredients that aren't on the market. All I know is vegetables and some kind of mushroom."

Saying, Michelle's face keeps getting grumpy.

"... these vegetables will also go out to the boarding town, you mean?

"Yes, if only I and Jan could pass on the delicacy."

"We don't have any more ingredients next time."

Contrary to Michelle, who seems grumpy, Mim is finally looking happy.

"Fine! Because the more ingredients you have, the more dishes you can cook! I'd like to deal with more ingredients."

"Then you can handle more tau oil, sugar and mammalian vinegar decently. More vegetables after that."

"Hmm!" and let him shine like a child, then he notices my gaze and is a mime that blushes.

"Oh, excuse me. He showed you what it was like.... Doesn't this vegetable look just like Nanar?

"Right. But it looks like it was delivered from the west of Selva."

Nanar tasted exactly like horseradish as it seemed, but what exactly is this Rohyoi ingredient?

"... I guess its rohioi and sima that can be eaten without passing through the fire in this"

To his father's words, Mim circles his eyes "heh".

"Even though Nanar is sinister and inedible when it's raw, it looks just like it, but it's still another vegetable"

"Yeah, well, let's have a taste."

Wash the rohioi leaves thoroughly with the water stored in the earthen bottle and hand it to the mime in small pieces.

That's how I glanced at Raina-Lou and the others and put my arms up - but earlier than that, intense spiciness and bitterness jumped into my mouth.

"It's hard! It's bitter on that!

"Ugh, yeah. This guy looks closer to vanilla than vegetables."

Looking back at Michele at the same time as Mime.

Michelle shrugged her shoulders while remaining on the top of the Buddha.

"If you pass the heat, the spiciness and bitterness will go away. You can't eat it raw, but simmering it in a pan is the normal way to eat it."

"Then say so from the beginning!

I felt the same way about Mim, but there were different surprises.

Not only was it spicy and bitter, but some sesame flavor also fluttered out into his nose.

Still, if it says that when you heat it, the spiciness and bitterness disappear, isn't that a vegetable close to Luccola, not a horseradish?

"That's interesting. Can you also eat this vegetable called Shima raw? I heard it's often used in simmering dishes, too."

"That's a Jagal vegetable, and it's normal to simmer in tau oil. But not many people ate raw"

Then you should give it a taste.

However, Shima has the appearance of a purple hechima, and the bumpy skin seems quite firm.

"Raw or simmered, usually skinned"

"I see. Copy that."

I took the vegetable cutting knife and slab from the back of the carrier and cut the shima in 5 cm thickness.

Surprisingly, the interior is bright white and very bright. There doesn't seem to be any species.

So, as I cut off the tip of my tail and peeled the bumpy skin with laurel peeling guidelines - once again, the voice "Wow" sounded.

"Asta, that's a brilliant sword judgment. How can you handle a knife that well?

It was Raina-Lou who raised his voice.

But both Sheila-Lou and Tour-Din have become equally surprising and admirable expressions.

So I thought.

All the vegetables I've ever met were edible for every peel.

Exceptions are Aria and Chatch, but they don't require a knife because they both peel off easily by hand. In other words, the concept of "skinning vegetables with a knife" did not exist, at least by the forest.

"Right. This guy was a blind spot. In my hometown, even vegetables like Chatch and Nennon needed to be skinned with a knife."

"It's amazing. It's like watching magic."

For the first time, Raina-Lou had a sight like a maiden in love.

"Everybody can do this with a little practice. Looks like you don't even have to peel this sima so thin."

"Then I would love to learn!

I nodded back to you and cut the white peeled shima about a centimeter thick.

"Then let's all try it"

Everyone but Michele pinches a thin slice of Shima off the slab.

When I grabbed him like that - along with the loose water and air, I felt a little spiciness.

Not as vivid spicy as Rohioi. It has a very sober, crisp taste.

"Oh, this may resemble a vegetable I know called Dicon. Sounds like a good accompaniment to simmering dishes."

"Stewed Giva Horns" and "Tau Oil-tailored Giva Soup" would be accurate first. That's the vegetable from Jagal. If this guy comes into circulation, Naudis must be happy with it.

"And then are Ma Guigo, Ma Pra and Chang? I hear Ma Guigo is Guigo's, Ma Pra is a subspecies of Pra. Are these also suitable for all simmering dishes?

"Right. … or the practice of baking vegetables in Genos is not very popular. It would be normal to simmer, steam or smoke"

"So let's get it together and simmer"

With five kinds of vegetables and an iron pan to boil it, followed by a piece of dried seagrass, we decided to head back to the smoked cabin.

The rest of the women are already working on the fur smoothing.

"I'll borrow you for a moment."

In case of fire, the water bottle was prepared with water. I'll borrow a little of that water and throw some dried food in the iron pan first.

I tried this at dinner yesterday, but I can get a really classy stock.

As for the taste, I knew it would be close to kelp. Besides, it's amazingly salty, so you can feel the nourishment of the sea from there. Just throwing it into a regular giva pan is enough to make it taste extraordinarily rich.

"This guy needs to be soaked in water for about half an hour first, so please wait a minute"

But then it just warms up in a non-boiling range, so it would be easier than just simmering for an hour and taking stock from giva meat.

I don't know how much will be delivered from Alglad in the future, but depending on the price it seems possible enough to distribute it in the accommodation town. Instead, if I found out that I could take such an easy, superior stock, would I be bought up in Castle Town?

"By the way, Asta, what was the cook called Varcus in Castle Town like?

And, where my hands were free, Mim had asked me innocently.

"My father, who rarely praised people, praised that much, so I'm sure he was a great cook, wasn't he?

"Right. I wasn't sure about the personality, but I think the cooking was great."

There were no lies in that mood.

It was a difficult flavor for me to understand, but how much training can I use to assemble a flavor like that - the more noisy my chest gets when I think about it.

Varcus, capable of embodying such a complex and delicate flavoring with an extremely unproductive hand, which just lacked a little equilibrium and seemed to collapse easily, was the only thing that didn't seem like a wizard to me.

That seems to be in the same mood as Raina-Lou and Tour-Din, and when Vulcan's name comes up, the two faces get stiff.

It was never that kind of dish, which seemed delicious from the heart.

I don't even think I want to convey that flavor to my family and customers.

But even so, we cannot see the presence of the Vulcan.

"Somehow, he was a strange cook. It was a flavor that I could never imitate... even though I didn't even want to imitate anything else, my confidence seemed so annoying by accident"

Answering Mim, I turn my gaze towards Michelle.

"So one question, or I imagined - Michelle, for the people of Castle Town, is the kind of dish Varcus makes a royal road and ideal?

"... why are you asking me that?

"No, that was a very strange dish, but the fundamental part still felt similar to the cooks in the castle town I knew. I want to use a wide variety of ingredients for uncomplicated flavoring… I used to say that Roy and the like are the best cooks."

"... hmm, so?

"So, I kind of learned that making the most of the flavors of the ingredients is the basics of cooking, so in a way, it also seems like the opposite idea. And yet I wonder how my cuisine could have been accepted by the people of Castle Town."

Besides, Michelle's cooking must also have a similar maneuver to mine.

As far as I'm concerned, it was the starting point for this question that Michelle and Varcus were getting the same rating at the same time.

Michelle narrows her eyes to the urchin, while discarding it.

"Asta, you seem to be thinking something wrong."

"Is that a mistake?

"That's right. It's only been a hundred years since this town called Genos got as rich as it is now, isn't it? Until then, like other poor towns, they would have starved with aria, kimmus eggs, etc. Only a limited number of people in Castle Town could speak of Tarapa, Tino, etc., and naturally they should not have had the wealth to buy ingredients from Jagals and Sims."

Saying, Michelle embarks on herself in an aggravated position.

"Yet it was not until so far that we began to greedily buy ingredients from other countries, since the former Lord of Turan gained strength and wealth. With only such a tiny bit of history, do you think there exists enough food to talk about things like kingdoms, ideals, etc?

"... Really? So this Genos is also a town where diet has changed rapidly in recent years."

"Oh, yeah. So even the chefs in Castle Town are so full of cooks that most of them are unable to use overflowing ingredients. Except for a handful of people like Varcus."

If I were to say that, Michelle would have been one of those grips.

"I see," I nod as I accumulate such thoughts in my heart.

"Somehow, I think even the aristocrats have figured out one clear reason why their preferences are not solidified right now.... By the way, is the town of Banaam in your neighborhood similar to Genos in those circumstances?

"Banaam's history is a lot older than Genos's. But there shouldn't be so much interaction with Sims and Jagals, and besides, we should only be able to make very limited vegetables because the land is thin"

Blink, Michelle answers.

"Famous for banners, I guess about Fuwano and Mammalia. And then we could take a little aria and leten, and we should have had Caron's ranch in the territory, too. So I've heard that cooking with carons of milk fat, cheese, etc. predominates. Caron's Cheese Hat Grill is also originally a specialty dish from Banaam."

"Is it caron milk fat and cheese? Thank you. For your information."

"Hmm," Michelle snorted.

The tone and expression remain unfathomable, but they try to tell me what I wanted to know ahead of time. I was so grateful for that mood.

"... Varcus regarded Michelle as his biggest favourite enemy. I'm sure the flavors you should aim for were completely different, but you had a very good relationship."

"Do you have a good relationship or not? I don't know the man's face or his personality."

But Vulcan...

"I've been out to your store and spoken of the food. That's all that matters."

Before I knew it, I was spilling a smile.

"You were still acknowledging your skill. Then I guess I had a good relationship."

Michelle pressed silently and groaned the noticeable head of the grey hair.

Mime's eyes, staring at his father like that, were so proud that there was no more, and there was a warm light.