Chapter 233： Ham and Meat (Part 2) (1/2)

In the production of meat dishes, ”Nitrogen” is the most important blind material and is indispensable.

That's right, it's the ”smoke” of ”gunsmoke”, the thing that can fry explosives.

There is still a lot of tanning powder that Lin Chou used to tan the skins. Soak it in water and sprinkle it on the prepared pig's feet. Then sprinkle with green salt and knead it together so that the salt and nitrate will soak into the pig's feet and spray some wine on it. Then put it in a wooden barrel, and take it out after six hours of fermentation.

Put the taken out pig's trotter into ice water for one hour, scrape off the surface of pig hair and other sundries, and then scrub it with alum water to more thoroughly remove the nitrified astringency.

The nitrated pig's trotters skin is tight and crisp, and the skin is translucent. The redness of the meat and the whiteness of the muscles can be reflected under the skin in a trance.

Lin Chou advocates the original taste of meat, no less heavy ingredients.

So only put the water in the pot to cover the trotters, **** slices, green onion knots, pepper, star anise, cinnamon, dried samana, put them in a gauze bag, tie them tightly with lemongrass and immerse them in the soup. Simmer for an hour, turn the trotters, and cook for another half an hour.

Take an oak barrel, stack the pig's feet neatly, pour the remaining part of the marinade to cover the pig's feet, sprinkle dozens of fennel and dried chili, cover tightly, and put it into the zero-degree layer of the constant temperature cabinet.

With the help of Shan Ye and the others, it took two days and nights to get all kinds of pickled wax out.

Shan Ye followed eagerly all the way.

In the end, the same thing was hung on the eaves or put into the kitchen. Only the last bucket of braised pig's trotter was stuffed into the freezer, and the mountain was on fire.

”Why is this put up again?”

”The meat must be cold soaked for at least seven days to achieve the best flavor.”

”So, I **** with me for two days and two nights. In the end, there was nothing I could eat?”

Shan Ye's grievance, there is no such thing as you!

So what?

Lin Chou firmly believes that time can bring the best taste, and that unfinished food must not be provided to customers.

Looking at the various kinds of scents covered with the eaves and under the trees, Lin Chou clapped his hands contentedly, climbed the garden tree 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 busy, but when his mother asked, it took a week for the earliest to be eaten in my mouth, what are those savory flavors? It's even more annoying, I heard that you have to wait until next year?

I have old friends who resemble you, but now my grave is sloppy.

You're lack of great virtue and you.

”I got a Fack.”

Shan Ye spit on to make a final summary.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, like other hunters, they got into their respective cars and dreamed of Zhou Gong.

Damn it, don't go, let your Xiaolinzi listen to a hundred people snoring chorus for one night.

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Xiaoqiu happily chirped his body covered with crystal clear slime on the ground, and worked hard.

The whole hillside fell into tranquility, and the leaves of Naxiang Hongdou began to glow with green light, and the light and refreshing sweetness became more and more intense.

At the gate of the pitcher plant fence, a pink off-road vehicle that looked like a skirt stopped silently. The door opened, and a sleepy potted plant with messy green hair jumped out of the vehicle.

”En~”

The potted plant stretched a lazy waist, rubbed his face, took out a pink palm-sized fruit from the steering wheel, and swallowed it in two mouthfuls.

Then pat his chest,

”Yaomei, you have to fight for grandma, grandma's happiness for the rest of her life is all counted on you.”

Then squeeze a small fist to cheer yourself up.

I did not know where he took out the huge treasure bag again, sneaking into the fence sneakily.

”Crack!”

The potted plant swiftly escaped, a big mouth of a pitcher plant gnawed the pebble on the ground, and continued to bite at her.

The potted plant chuckled and waved her hand, and bursts of green stars floated out of her palms, like a silk scarf or streamer, shuttled back and forth between the pitcher plants fence.