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Volume 2 Cooking Skills Chapter 257 Pasta Ancestor

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    Just like everyone just made a mistake and said that Suman bribed the judges, but the bandits were unable to do anything about it, if Suman insists on giving priority to the pie made by Suman, these Italians are powerless.  But who would have thought that this young oriental girl would actually refuse him. Suddenly, the negative image of Suman in Jerrod's heart suddenly became brighter and majestic - the little girl is quite brave. But he didn't know that Suman had something in his heart.  Calculate.  Suman added peppercorns and was almost invincible. Eat your pizza first?  Okay, if you finish eating and then eat my pie, you will still be stunned. Eat my pie first?  That's even better. After eating my pie, I guarantee that your pizza won't have any taste anymore. This peppercorn thing is really amazing. It mainly acts on the tip of the tongue, because the tip of the tongue is the place where the taste buds are most concentrated on the tongue, so it is also  The first area to be captured.  The taste buds have been numbed, what else can you taste? Of course, the pie made by Suman cannot achieve the same effect as the Sichuan hot pot with a lot of pepper, but a little numbness will affect everyone's judgment.  , it can still be done.  " In this way, there is no difference at all to Suman if he tastes first and then tastes. In this case, why should he take advantage of foreign friends? If he wins, he will be criticized.  Suman¡¯s image is bright and bright, and the eyes of her Italian colleagues are much gentler when they look at her. There is only one person in the kitchen who is unhappy.  Jean was very unhappy, very unhappy. The last person who made him so unhappy was still living in the sewers of Los Angeles.  With a dark face, he moved his eyes from the oil pan to the lively little girl for the first time, hesitating whether the little girl should be treated like the last blasphemer.  Jean¡¯s eyes finally fell on Suman¡¯s hands, which were white and tender, with slender but flexible fingers, like a conductor, and the fried golden pancakes were flying and tumbling under her hands.  Then, the hands took out the baked sesame cakes and put them into a rattan basket - this kind of basket was specially used to hold breakfast bread in Earl Andrew's mansion. I don't know where Suman found it.  , used to hold cakes.  There is an advantage in using rattan baskets to hold cakes.  The freshly baked cakes are still stained with a lot of oil. If you put them on a plate, a puddle of oil will accumulate under the plate soon, and the oily side of the cake will become extremely greasy. Use a rattan basket to store the cakes.  , but it will flow down the gaps in the rattan basket.  Many breakfast stalls choose to place the cakes upright, with a large plate underneath to catch the oil. This is often the case with stalls selling fried dough sticks.  The first is to avoid waste, and the second is to avoid excessive local oil accumulation.  If you are eating cakes at home, and you don¡¯t have a straw basket at home, and you don¡¯t make enough cakes to line up in a row, the simplest way is to put a pair of parallel chopsticks on a flat-bottomed plate, and put the fried cakes on top.  Drain excess oil.  Jean's heart was shaken for a moment. If he had such beautiful hands, he might never be able to eat this kind of pancake again. Also, the stuffed egg he ate last time was made with these hands.  , and it seems to be more delicious than what his cook made.  Just thinking about it, Suman raised his hand, picked up the cotton cloth and covered the pie that had just come out of the pan tightly. Covering the pie with cotton cloth can prevent the pie from cooling quickly. At the same time, because of the breathability of the cotton cloth itself,  properties, and can keep the pie crispy.  Seeing the delicious food disappearing from his eyes, the beast in his heart was ready to move again. He narrowed his eyes, but Suman raised his hand and pointed to the oversized refrigerator at the other end of the kitchen. As if he suddenly remembered, he explained: "By the way, just now  I cut some sashimi for you, go take it out and eat it." Add crushed ice, cover it with plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator to cool down. The taste should be just right.  When Suman was fishing for shrimps, he thought that this American young man named Jean liked all kinds of raw food, mostly sashimi, which was also his favorite, so he got some easily.  Rang opened his narrowed eyes, a rare look of doubt appeared on his expressionless face, turned around and walked towards the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and saw a plate of sashimi placed safely inside, with a layer underneath.  Thin ice, after taking it out, the air-conditioning lingers on the fish fillet, and the white mist is misty, which is very impressive to look at.  There is a small plate thoughtfully placed on one end of the plate. There is a little green in the black soy sauce, which is Japanese soy sauce with a little wasabi added.  Jean¡¯s eyes lit up, it was indeed his cup of tea.  Suman watched as Jean picked up a fork and carefully forked a piece of sashimi. After dipping it with mustard, the nose and eyes on his handsome face were wrinkled severely towards the middle, and he couldn't help but feel happy.  Mustard is a good thing. It is one of the rare spices that can stimulate people's taste. A little bit of mustard can keep you from having a cold for many days.?The patient quickly feels the refreshing feeling of smooth mouth and nose.  After eating mustard, your sense of taste and smell will be greatly improved in a short period of time. If you eat peppercorns at that time, you can get twice the result with half the effort.  Jerrod's pizza over there has also been decorated. It is divided into four areas with long and thin noodles. Different auxiliary ingredients are placed on each area, including fresh small whitebait and red ones that are almost as good as the sauce.  The ham slices were integrated into one piece, and there were even three or five small shellfish placed on one piece.  With a sacred look on his face, he put the pizza into the oven and baked it carefully. It would take about 2 minutes before it could be taken out of the pan. In the meantime, Jerrod had to control the temperature of the oven to keep the fire stable at 20 degrees.  Suman was frying her own pie in a happy mood. Feng Ziqi also told her allusions about the pie.  In the earliest days, when people had poor language and there were not so many terms for pasta, all pastas were collectively called cakes.  It even includes noodles and wonton stew. In other words, in the earliest days, there were no noodles, only cakes.  It can be seen that pancake is actually the ancestor of all pasta.  In fact, if you think about it, it is much easier to make pancakes than noodles. It is not surprising that the pancakes develop first.  This custom has been continued until the Ming Dynasty, when noodles were still collectively called cakes.  Pancakes can be divided into three categories: boiled soup pancakes, noodle wonton stewed dumplings, and steamed pancakes, also called cooking pancakes, or steamed buns. So Jinping Meili and Wu Dalang sell pancakes, which actually means selling pancakes.  The last type of steamed buns is naturally baked, such as Shaobing and Huoshao, with the word "fire" in the name.  Suman turned over the pie in his hand. Today, I will ask the pie ancestors from the East to teach you Western pie that has even changed its name and lost its face. What is the authentic pie? It will take half an hour.  Time passed by in a flash. From just now, the aroma of baking pizza filled the air, gradually mixing with the aroma of Suman¡¯s fried pies. Regardless of you and me, they floated out of the kitchen together. Stay in the kitchen  Everyone outside gradually couldn't sit still. Little Andrew would approach the kitchen door from time to time, putting his nose close to the crack of the door, sniffing desperately. Although the others didn't have such an ugly eating appearance as him, they also turned their faces to the kitchen door, noses  It trembles from time to time.  It smells so good.  It was as if there was an invisible hand waving in front of everyone. This hand was completely composed of fragrance, pervasive but spread out from the seven orifices. The whole body seemed to be on fire, and only the word "eat" was left in his mind.  When everyone couldn't hold it any longer, little Andrew raised and lowered his feet several times, and the kitchen door finally opened.  The guests no longer cared about being reserved and rushed in. Little Andrew stood in front of the long kitchen table and shouted: "I'm going to starve to death." Jean ate the sashimi, which was slightly better than the others.  There was a plate placed in front of him, with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, and his eyes fixed on Suman. The meaning was self-evident.  Suman smiled dumbly. She had a foodie in her family. She didn't know what foodies have in common - every real foodie has a matching bottomless pit appetite. Obviously, that plate of Yuguo and sashimi  , for Jean, it is just an appetizer.  Little Andrew and several of his friends occupied the front position of the long table. Several guests were one step behind them, but they stretched their necks one by one and looked at the dining table. Old Andrew finally arrived and stood out from the crowd. Goodwin  He cleverly moved a chair for him.  Old Andrew sat down and knocked twice with the civilized stick in his hand, "Then, let's get started." Suman and Jerrod looked at each other, and Suman smiled brightly: "It's unfair who comes first, so why don't we put ourselves first?"  Put the cooked cakes on everyone's plates, and let everyone decide which one to eat first." This method was very reasonable, and Jerrod had nothing to say.  Now the two of them acted separately. Suman baked about twenty pancakes in total. She was also more thoughtful. All the pancakes that were baked later were distributed to the plates of little Andrew's friends.  Jerrod only made one pizza, so everyone only got a small piece.  Suman glanced around and saw that Rang didn't hesitate and reached out to grab the pie she baked. She couldn't help but smile knowingly. Everyone else had their own choices. Unexpectedly, most of the Italians tasted her baked pie first.  pie.  After thinking about it, Suman realized that everyone has a taste for early adopters. Pizza is not a rare thing in Italy. Naturally, she wanted to try the craftsmanship of a foreigner like her first.  After waiting for a long time, Jean finally got the pie baked by this oriental girl. Before he could eat it, as soon as he brought it close to his nose, he smelled a wonderful milky fragrance. He knew that this was the smell of butter.  Jean¡¯s eyebrows were raised, and he took a bite. The crispy skin quickly disintegrated under his teeth like glass, and then the indestructible teeth encountered soft resistance, likeLike ocean waves, layer after layer, each layer has a wonderful taste, an indescribable aroma, accompanied by a slight numbness on the tip of the tongue.
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