Zhang Chi had prepared the cow blood and fished it out. Over there, Cannon had peeled off a whole piece of cowhide and hung it on a nearby branch to dry.
Seeing Cannon coming down from the ladder, Zhang Chi asked: "What are you looking for?"
"Get a cart and pick up the offal."
"I'll come, I'll come!" Zhang Chi pushed the hay cart directly.
This thing is a bit like a cart loading cement on a construction site. Never mind, it’s not like that at all. It’s just used to push grass in the pasture and push cement on the construction site.
As the tripe was cut open, the internal organs slid into the cart below.
What a guy! There’s a car full of cow offal, and it’s even piled high with tips.
"Feed the dog or what?" Cannon asked.
"How can you feed such good food to dogs and you won't eat it?" Zhang Chi asked.
"We eat, but people here don't eat," Cannon said.
In Cannon's hometown, the poor can hardly afford to eat. How could they not eat these things?
It's just that people here don't eat offal. Firstly, it's difficult to take care of it. Secondly, the most important thing is that they don't know how to cook it. Americans' cooking skills include steaming, boiling, or frying.
If you add some salt or something, it's considered a normal cooking level. If you can add some onions or something, it's considered a chef's level.
There is no concept of speculation. As for how to remove the fishy smell of internal organs, there is no shadow of it.
Think about it, if we Chinese can only boil the offal and fry the offal, how many of us would like to eat beef offal?
"Let me take care of it. Let's keep some of this stuff and give most of it away," Zhang Chi said.
"You have the final say, but how to divide the meat?" Cannon asked.
Just separate out a few beef legs, and then the ribs and so on," Zhang Chi said.
Cannon asked again: "Do you want to divide the steak into parts or as a whole piece?"
"Sirloin, fillet, upper brain and eye fillet are all divided into steaks, and the rest should be in one piece." Zhang Chi thought for a while and said.
"OK!" Cannon nodded.
Zhang Chi pushed a cart of offal, found a place to sit down, cut up the beef heart and liver, put them in a basin, and added some water to soak out the blood inside.
As for the cow intestines, tripe, etc. with excrement, put them in another basin and rinse them briefly first.
Zhangchi Ranch is entirely grass-fed cattle, so the filth is not very smelly, but there is a strange smell. It is the smell of grass fermenting in the intestines of the cows, not the smell of feces.
Generally speaking, only grain-fed cows and cows fed feed will have a strong feces smell, while grass-fed cows do not have that smell.
There is no feces smell, so it is much easier to clean up these dirt, and these things do not need to be processed too much. They can be washed directly on the pasture. There are not many artificial additives, so there is no pollution.
It can be said.
Even though there is no smell of feces, Zhang Chi still washes it very carefully. He uses the Chinese way of washing it, first washing it with clean water for a few times, then pouring it twice with salt water, and then washing it with flour until it is washed.
When the water that comes out is clear, the internal organs have been washed.
Zhang Chi has washed the internal organs, and Cannon has divided all the meat.
"Let's have steak for lunch."
Zhang Chi glanced at a pot of beef offal. Although he really wanted to eat beef offal, he really didn't have time to do it now. His refrigerator was not small, but it couldn't hold so much meat, so the meat had to be given to several stores as soon as possible.
Send it over.
Fortunately, the weather is relatively cool at this time, it is around ten degrees at noon, so the beef will not go bad.
Cannon smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll prepare the potatoes. Should I marinate the steak or you? I don't think the steak I marinate is as good as the one you marinate."
Zhang Chi smiled and said: "It's up to me to take care of the meat...".
After thinking for a while, Zhang Chi said again: Forget the big ones, put the small ones in the fresh-keeping box, put some ice cubes on it, use plastic wrap for the beef shanks... Forget it, I'll do all this."
After arranging the work, Zhang Chi started to get busy.
The two of them worked hard for a while, and finally divided all the meat into the bags that should be packed. First, they filled the refrigerator at home, and the remaining beef was put into two insulated boxes. As for the thigh of beef,
Or something like that, I wasn't planning to do any cutting at first, but later I found that it couldn't be done without cutting, so Cannon cut these guys up again.
Marinate it lightly with salt and some Chinese spices. After fifteen minutes of marinating, the gas stove is turned on, the frying pan is placed on the fire, and when the pan is hot, add a few pieces of butter to melt.
Zhi!
As soon as the fresh steak is put into the pot, the aroma of butter and beef immediately rises.
After frying the meat on one side until it changed color, he turned over and continued frying. The aroma of the beef became stronger and stronger, causing the two dogs to surround Zhang Chi's legs and meow non-stop.
As the temperature in the pot came up, the fat in the steak was forced out. More and more fat filled the pot with a fragrant aroma. With this fat, Zhang Chi put the small potato cubes into the pot and fried them.
system.
After waiting for the potatoes to go into the pot, Zhang Chi added some green beans around them. These beans are not long beans. Zhang Chi's hometown is called short beans. Zhang Chi really doesn't know their scientific name yet. Anyway, they are just beans.
Let the potatoes and short beans fully absorb the oil, wait until a slight burnt aroma appears on one side of the potatoes, and the short beans begin to turn a little brown, then the potatoes and short beans are ready.
Once the two vegetables are good, it means the steak is also good.
Let Cannon get one first. Zhang Chi's steak still needs to be fried for a while.
There is no way, the two have different tastes. Cannon has eaten a juicier steak, which is almost 5 points and less than 7 points, while Zhang Chi likes to eat cooked and does not like the kind that many petty bourgeoisie in China have.
He had to eat the steak with myoglobin until it was fully cooked, at least not to let out red water when he put the fork on it or cut it with the knife.
"BOSS! Our beef is really great."
After taking the steak and sitting on the table, Cannon poured some of Zhang Chi's secret steak sauce on the edge of the plate, cut the steak with a knife and fork, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth.
As soon as I bit into it, I felt the fat juices in the steak explode in my mouth.
After chewing for two times, the taste of the sauce started to pick up. The strong black pepper flavor and a little bit of spicy aroma neutralized the slightly fishy beef, and suddenly the taste in my mouth changed again. That kind of meat
The aroma mixed with the aroma of ingredients really made Cannon couldn't help but praise it.
"taste good?"
"This steak is ready for the Michelin-starred steak." Cannon praised Zhang Chi again.
By this time, Zhang Chi's steak was ready. He took it out and sat across the table.
Zhang Chi really poured the steak juice on the steak, so that all sides of the steak were covered with sauce, then cut it open with a knife and fork, took a small piece and put it in his mouth, and tasted it slowly.
Delicious indeed!
It tasted better than the steak Zhang Chi had eaten before. The steak was very tender. When you bite into it, there is almost no woody texture of the beef itself. When you chew it gently with your molars on both sides, the beef and juice are mixed into a ball.
This was the one Zhang Chi had fried for a long time, but I think the piece in front of Cannon was definitely more tender and tasted better than Zhang Chi's.
The steak that the two chose for lunch was a T-bone, which is composed of the backbone, backbone and tenderloin. As for the size, it is not as thin as the ones in China. The fried meat is
Slightly thicker than a normal adult's finger.
This kind of steak can satisfy an adult. As for the potatoes and beans, they are just for relieving fatigue.
For the cowboys here, this is how beef should be eaten. Thin slices that can be used as a facial mask when tossed. Don’t pair it with any vegetables. You won’t feel greasy after eating a few pieces of it.
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The two of them ate the steak happily, but the two dogs under the table were so greedy.
Zhang Chi picked up a piece of steak and threw it under the table. It was considered a reward for Ergou. As for the other things, there was nothing else! Zhang Chi believed in the words of his hometown: cats and dogs should not be fed too full. If they are too full, they will stop eating.
Alive.
"Boss, our steaks are selling at a bit of a loss. If we open a restaurant or something, it will definitely be better than selling cattle." Cannon praised the beef.
Zhang Chi also knows that his steak tastes good. If the gourd can't make a good-tasting steak, it's really unreasonable. After all, it's not a magic weapon. If the food watered by the magic weapon doesn't taste good, then it still deserves the magic weapon.
Is this the name?
"The suggestion is good, but we can't do it. It's better to sell the cattle honestly."
Ask Zhang Chi to open a restaurant? I would kill Zhang Chi to do it. I have been working in my uncle's restaurant for more than ten years and I feel like vomiting.
Moreover, working in a restaurant is hard work. You have to get up before dawn every day, prepare this and that, and you can't close the stall until about ten o'clock in the evening. Think about how hard it is.
This is still here, but it would probably be busier if we were in China.
After getting rid of the hard work in the restaurant, you still let Zhang Chi go back? Unless Hulu runs away one day, otherwise Zhang Chi would rather earn less than work in a restaurant.
Cannon and Zhang Chi enjoyed the steak, and finally finished the steak. They found that they had no stomach for potatoes and green beans.
No way, this fresh veal steak is so fragrant and not greasy at all. After eating it, there is no need for vegetables to relieve the greasiness, let alone to slip through the gastrointestinal tract. It is full of delicious veal. Where can I put it?
These.
After dinner, Zhang Chi and Cannon made a pot of green tea and sat on the sofa under the porch, chatting and eating.
After drinking a pot of tea, Cannon went to work, while Zhang Chi drove to the city with the portioned beef.