C180 horse meat cooking

Although the mistakes made by this nation in history, Xiao Wen is also unforgivable.

And he once hated the house so much for the reasons, to Japanese cuisine to thank not Min.

Once, however, he complained about Japanese cuisine in his dorm. After he used a lot of unwarranted crimes to tie it up, one of his roommates from Chaoshan told him that Chaoshan food was actually similar.

Xiao Wen had complained that the Japanese loved to eat raw food. It was extremely disgusting. The Chinese never eat raw meat because it's disgusting.

As a result, his Chaoshan roommate told him that there were some similar stinging dishes among the Chaoshan vegetables.

For example, sashimi.

Chop raw fish with super high level knife skills into thin cicada wing pieces. Although they are not sterilized with mustard like the Japanese, use garlic, ginger, onions, garlic, and so on.

Because the flavors were not as pungent as mustard, they tasted even more delicious than Japanese sashimi.

Another example was the hotpot.

Xiao Wen had also ridiculed the Japanese horse meat hotpot.

The Japanese cut the horse meat into thin slices, because its texture looked like cherry blossoms, and the ancient Japanese name was similar to that of Chinese gentlemen in the Spring and Autumn Period. They called the horse meat horse meat, which was a little cruel, but it was also known as Japanese cherry blossom meat.

Over time, some of the rich Japanese names don't even know that cherry blossom meat comes from horses — just as English noblemen don't know that beef comes from cattle.

Of course, this was all a side issue.

In addition to using the cherry blossom as a sting, the Japanese also liked to take it out of the pot after washing it for a few seconds.

In Xiao Wen's eyes, this method was very disgusting in the beginning.

After all, it was the same as stabbing. At that time, the food was still relatively conservative, and wasn't as disgusting as Xiao Wen, who had been given a chance to eat by his roommates.

Using this reason, Xiao Wen used to have a lot of Black Japanese people in the past.

But this time, Xiao Wen was not only criticized by his friend, but also criticized by his friend in Guangzhou.

They told Xiao Wen that people in Guangdong province ate beef hotpot for only a few seconds.

Freshness?

It was a violation of the taste of beef.

Although they had never eaten horse meat before, it was basically the same principle.

Later, the open-minded Xiao Wen also once measured the taste of a horse's meat prick.

He discovered that although the horse meat on his belly was very greasy, it gave off a disgusting feeling as if he was eating lard. It was a completely different feeling compared to the smooth and smooth meat on his belly.

However, with the masticatory taste of the horse's neck meat, which was as crispy as an arctic shellfish, it was indeed a waste to cook it.

Of course, Xiao Wen wouldn't eat horse meat today.

After all, they had captured the warhorses of the Manchu Tawau Tawns, not the meat horses specially trained by the later generation of the Japanese.

Although the taste must be quite chewy due to the long period of exercise. However, in terms of hygiene, it was not at the same level as the future generations.

As a result, Xiao Wen chose to cook the Sakura Flames.

The method of the cherry blossom hotpot was actually not too different from the Chaoshan beef hotpot.

After all, the purpose of both was to protect the taste and taste of the ingredients. It wasn't like the Chongqing Hot Pot, which was filled with spicy ingredients.

Of course, this was not to say that the Chongqing Hot Pot was not good. It was just that the Chongqing hotpot was not suitable for a person to experience the freshness and taste of the ingredients.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wen was eager to give it a try.

He asked, "Are there any unslaughtered war horses?"

"This …" The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "There are still two war horses, although they are hopeless. However, from the looks of it, he could still hold on for two more days. If you don't need it, I can get the guys to kill it for you right now. "

"No need!" Xiao Wen shook his head and said, "Find an empty carriage and put the two war horses in there. I need them to live until noon."

"Yes." The shopkeeper nodded and left.

Afterwards, Xiao Wen left the bed on the carriage and walked down, calling for the caravan's chef.

He asked, "What are your orders?"

Looking at the kitchen, Xiao Wen asked, "Do you know how to make meat balls?"

"Of course." The chef said to Xiao Wen, "Isn't it just minced meat, then mixed with wheat flour and kneaded? Of course, I've heard that the people of Song and Ming countries in the south will stick together with fish and taste better. "It's just that we are far away from the sea and the rivers, so we can only use wheat flour."

Hearing this, Xiao Wen revealed a look of disdain.

Even though he knew that this was what the meatballs of this world did since ancient times.

But since his friend from Chaoshan sent him a box of Chaoshan hand beat beef meatballs, he could not eat the flour meatballs he was used to.

After all, compared to the smooth taste of Chaoshan's beef meatballs, the meatballs that were chopped and combined with flour or fish meat tasted rather unpalatable. It was impossible for Xiao Wen, who had eaten Chaoshan's meat meatballs, to eat them.

If he insisted on eating it, Xiao Wen could only accept things like brewing meat and lion heads. Although it was similar to meatballs, it was still not a meatball. In his heart, Xiao Wen also didn't feel like comparing the taste of the meat with those other things.

However, he still ordered, "In a while, choose nine catties of horse belly meat and twenty-one catties of horse leg meat. Do not chop them up, but use iron rods or the backs of kitchen knives to hammer them for an hour and a half. I will always watch this process. "

Although Xiao Wen had never personally made the meat balls himself, he had a complete set of strategy books in his library.

Thus, the theory part of the problem wasn't a problem for Xiao Wen.

As for the actual work, it was completed by a chef. However, Xiao Wen didn't have to do it himself.

Is this to be used as a pill? Would it not be convenient to chop it up with a knife and then add the wheat flour? " "The cook, who had never eaten a ping-pong hand shot, was puzzled.

Xiao Wen naturally kicked out at such an ignorant person.

He said angrily, "If I want you to do it, then do it! Don't ask why! Get ready, I'll keep an eye on you. "

"Okay." After all, he was just a commoner, so he couldn't afford to offend the nobility. Thus, the chef could only swallow his anger and pay his respects to Xiao Wen before turning around and leaving.

However, in his heart, he was completely unconvinced.

In his eyes, whether it was using a knife to chop the meat, or a metal rod, breaking the meat with the back of the knife was just a process of breaking the meat.

There was no difference between the two.

Xiao Wen did this because it was superfluous.

"Heh heh!" Just wait for the meatballs to be made. Just like the ordinary meatballs, you will know that this is a waste of time! " The cook thought with dissatisfaction.