Chapter two hundred and seventy seventh spring river late fish
The fish was drunk in the depression. Lin Chou built a simple fire pond with pebbles on the shore and put the big pot on it. Top 23S.
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Zhao Ziyu and Gungun came back soon. It seemed that they had wiped out the wild corn field and brought back all the branches and leaves.
Zhao Ziyu rolled up his sleeves and said, "Brother Chou, what do you do?"
Only then did Lin Chou remember that the most important ingredients were not brought, so he had to ask Gungun to make another trip and bring back corn flour, ham, etc., as well as...the busty lady who came uninvited
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Gungun is the blood god of the big-breasted sister. Although he doesn't like her very much, she is definitely one of Gungun's "ones" in his heart. He cannot be ignored. If there is delicious food, he must ask for it.
The big-breasted sister looked Lin Chou up and down, and it was hard not to think of the contempt Lin Chou received after masturbating someone else's cat behind her master's back.
Well, it’s better to finish it and send it to Zhao Ziyu.
"For these corns, rub all the kernels out and then grind them into a slurry with clean stones."
The big-breasted lady immediately started to do it, without even using tools. With just a swipe of her hand, the corn kernels on the cob fell off immediately.
Zhao Ziyu couldn't be exposed to the rain of source crystals for a long time, so he had to hide far away under the rock wall, rubbing the corn with his eyes blankly, and mumbling,
"I don't want to eat fish, I don't want to eat fish, I really don't want to eat that fish again..."
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Lin Chou used a large basin to mix two kinds of dry corn flour, thick and thin, in a ratio of three to one, then mixed it with stream water, covered it with a white cloth and placed it on a stone to ferment.
An hour later, the two of them ground the fresh corn kernels into a paste, then cut a handful of finely diced ham, and poured it all into the fermented corn flour to form a loose dough.
Then he lit the dry firewood that the big-breasted sister had found, and the heat quickly soaked the cauldron.
Put heavy oil in the pot. After the oil is hot, Lin Chou brings out the most important and only seasoning: bean paste.
The bean paste was brought over by Mrs. Hu, Tomaro. Mrs. Hu's family makes a living by making dark soy sauce, and the doenjang made is even more fragrant and thick.
Although this thing doesn't look good, it doesn't taste good.
Heat the oil and sauté the fragrant bean paste, stir-fry a few times quickly, take out the small fish from the depression and put it directly into the pot. Add stream water to cover the small fish and it is initially completed.
After the edge of the pot is heated, the corn dough forms into a pancake and is slapped on the edge of the pot.
"Zi la..."
Until all the cakes were pasted, the big pot was not filled up. The pot was really too big.
Find some clean long branches and lay them on the pot, then cover them with fresh banana leaves and use them as lids.
"Is it... over??"
Zhao Ziyu's face was filled with despair and why despair was so crude!!
No, this is not the style of Brother Chou that I know, absolutely not.
Lin Chou was very satisfied,
"That's it, stewed fish in an iron pot with pancakes, I'm sure you'll still want to eat it after finishing it."
He had it at Uncle Hu's not long ago. The fish used was hand-length sea fish, which was not considered authentic.
The smell has made him unforgettable, especially when Uncle Hu knocked him to the ground unconscious with a glass of wine in the end.
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Today he used freshwater fish, which are diced and willow roots that are most suitable for making fish sauce, and there is also extremely delicious late fish.
There are only a few late fish, but they are already rare and top quality, and the fish sauce will be fragrant to the core.
The fire was raging in the stove, and the strong aroma of sauce and fish soon wafted out. At the same time, the sound of sizzling corn tortillas came from the pot.
As the saying goes, a thousand pieces of tofu are like a thousand pieces of fish.
The word "boil" refers to slow stewing. After the pot is boiled, simmer over low heat to keep the hot noodles slightly boiling without foaming.
The protein content of fish is extremely rich, and the muscle fiber tissue is relatively soft and thin, which shrinks after being heated. It is resistant to cooking and is not easy to smell. Therefore, stewing it slowly over low heat can increase the delicious taste of the fish and can also thoroughly absorb the taste of the fish.
Melt into the soup.
The sound of water in the pot gradually turned into a thick gurgling sound, and the bean paste and the small fish merged together, becoming indistinguishable from each other. When the fragrance is fragrant, it is also when the pancakes are crispy.
Remove the banana leaf that serves as the lid of the pot, and a large cloud of steam spurts out.
Zhao Ziyu's originally disdainful eyes froze, "It's impossible, this is wrong, there's not even any seasoning!"
“Let’s eat, let’s eat!”
The big-breasted lady was absolutely unambiguous. She scooped up two corn tortillas, spread fish sauce between them, folded the two pieces of tortillas, and rolled them around.
Lord Gungun let out a groan and ate it.
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Lin Chou said quietly,
"Bear can't eat corn. If you eat corn, you won't be able to count!"
The big-breasted sister glared at her, while Mr. Gungun simply ignored her.
Lin Chou shrugged, silently indicating that the cold joke just now did not come from my mouth, broke off a piece of pancake and threw it into his mouth.
The pastry with fresh corn kernels and diced ham is very sweet in the mouth, and has the faint aroma of ham, which is still the nostalgic taste in memory.
Corn pancakes are fragrant and sweet, and are a very popular snack in Xiacheng District. When Lin Chou was a child, she always wanted her father to make more pots of them.
Seeing that Master Ziyu was still in a daze, Lin Chou said,
"Why don't Ziyu eat it?"
Zhao Ziyu said oh, followed the example of the big-breasted sister, smeared the fish sauce on the flat side of the pancake, and bit it down.
"hiss."
Young Master Ziyu was burned to the point of tears.
The fish are so small that you can barely feel their bones. With the tip of your tongue, the delicate fish flesh peels off layer by layer and melts in your mouth.
Only then did Zhao Ziyu realize, oh, it turns out there are still bones.
Those fish bones are so soft, full of sauce aroma, and taste like the same size of meat floss. Not only does it not appear rough, but on the contrary, it makes people have endless aftertaste.
Although the fish is small, the taste of the fish sauce is very overbearing. Every bite can stimulate people's appetite from the deepest part of the mouth and promote the secretion of saliva. Once you take a bite, you will never be able to stop.
The simpler the method, the more it can highlight the original flavor of the ingredients. Although the sauce has a strong flavor, it does not cover up the aroma of the fish at all.
The seemingly simple and crude combination of the two actually reflects Lin Chou's confidence in the quality of the dish and ingredients.
This has nothing to do with craftsmanship and nothing to do with technique.
The combination of soy sauce and small fish seems to be the way it was born.
When Zhao Ziyu tasted the corn tortillas again, there was only one thought left in his mind:
This thing, this corn pancake, I like it!
Having had no choice but to eat a few corn cobs before, Zhao Ziyu now tasted the taste of corn pancakes. Zhao Ziyu suddenly wanted to try the roasted corn that Lin Chou mentioned.
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Lin Chou couldn't help but sigh in his heart, there is no more luxurious way to eat fish, Chi Yu is actually used to make fish sauce.
If this was done before the catastrophe, there would probably be countless diners and chefs who would be more willing to make themselves into meat sauce, right?