Chapter 129: Color, flavor and crispy
Jiang Rou made three big, round potato pancakes in one go.
Remove the potato pancakes from the pan and place them on a large plate.
At that moment, you can hear the remaining hot oil sizzling in the potato shreds.
And the crisp sound of potato pancakes falling on the plate.
Click, click.
If you could bite into it, it would be so crispy that it would fall apart.
Song Qingqian and Zhou Xiaohua had just swallowed their saliva and licked their lips together.
It's just potatoes, but I have to eat them every two or three days. I'm almost sick of eating them.
How come after Jiang Rou's skillful hands, the potatoes seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light and instantly became delicious?
While Jiang Rou was making potato shredded pancakes.
In another iron pot, small potatoes had been steaming over high heat for fifteen minutes.
Jiang Rou opened the lid of the pot and took a step back.
Large clouds of steam rose up, all of which were water vapor at 100 degrees Celsius. Not only was it scalding, but it was also very easy to get hurt.
Wait until the water vapor dissipates.
The little potatoes came out.
They are all little kids, the kind that are rejected by others because they are too small.
After being steamed, it turns light yellow.
They all look like little golden beans.
Jiang Rou picked up a chopstick and poked the potato.
She said to Song Qingqian, "If you are not sure whether the potatoes are cooked through, just poke them with chopsticks. If you can poke through the potato from one end to the other, it is cooked through."
What Jiang Rou is going to do next.
It's pan-fried cumin potatoes.
Generally, small potatoes need to be peeled after being steamed.
But this was a huge project, and they were in a hurry to eat lunch, so they simply didn't peel the skin.
Jiang Rou took out the steamed potatoes.
At the same time, pour cooking oil into the iron pan that had just been used to fry the potato shreds.
Blah-la-la.
"Potatoes, like eggplants, absorb oil very easily, so when cooking, don't skimp on the oil. You can put a little more so that it will be more fragrant."
Not only does it require more oil when cooking, but people of that era can rarely afford pork.
The body has few ways to obtain fat.
Eating more oil is also a kind of tonic for the body.
It's nothing like the people of later generations who have no worries about food and clothing and will deliberately reduce their fat intake and eat healthy reduced-fat meals, yet it's sold at a price more expensive than meat.
Right after.
Jiang Rou poured most of the small potatoes into the iron pot.
As the little potatoes rolled down, they were round and jumping continuously.
He jumped into the frying pan alive and kicking.
The sizzling sound rang out again.
Finish this.
Jiang Rou said to Song Qingqian, "Qingqian, you take care of it next."
"Can I...?"
Song Qingqian's tone was hesitant, but he had already walked over.
She took the spatula that Jiang Rou handed over to her.
Standing where Jiang Rou originally stood.
Jiang Rou said, "The next step is not difficult. Just look at these small potatoes and turn them over from time to time. Just make sure they don't burn."
"Okay, I'll do it."
Song Qingqian thought it sounded very simple and she felt more courageous. She was sure she could do it.
After handing the fried cumin potatoes to Song Qingqian.
Jiang Rou started working on another potato dish.
That is - mashed potatoes.
Jiang Rou deliberately left a small portion of the steamed potatoes.
After cooling down a bit.
Peel small potatoes one by one.
The soft and chewy potatoes were placed in a bowl and flattened with a spoon, turning into sticky mashed potatoes.
Jiang Rou also added the diced carrots and cucumbers that she had chopped earlier.
She looked up at Zhou Xiaohua, "Xiaohua, did you eat the boiled egg that Mommy put in your pocket when she went out?"
【Not yet.】
Zhou Xiaohua felt in her pocket and took out a round egg.
He held it in both hands and handed it to Jiang Rou.
"Baby is so good! Mommy will fry an extra poached egg for you tonight. This boiled egg is for Mommy first."
This "baby" Zhou Xiaohua has a pink face with happiness.
Jiang Rou peeled the boiled eggs, put them into the mashed potatoes, and flattened them with a spoon.
The white egg white and the golden yolk are all mashed into pieces.
Mix with mashed potatoes, diced carrots and diced cucumbers.
The seasoning is a little salt and a little pepper.
Stir it.
【Pictures】
The yellow, orange, and green, sticky mashed potatoes are ready.
This method of mashed potatoes does not belong to traditional Chinese cuisine.
Song Qingqian looked at the bowl of mashed potatoes, her memories floating around, and she recalled something that happened a long time ago.
She murmured.
"I know this, it's called mashed potatoes. It's a dish you can find in Western restaurants, and foreigners love it."
Jiang Rou raised her eyes quickly.
She looked serious and stopped him, saying, "You must not say that in front of outsiders. It doesn't matter whether it's foreign or not. It's just a plate of mashed potatoes. Anyone can eat it."
"I remember that."
Song Qingqian's long red phoenix eyes moved and she nodded.
She and Song Qingqian had a tacit understanding at this moment.
If it had happened not long ago, Song Qingqian would have definitely ignored such words and insisted on her own inner thoughts.
But……
She is more than just a person now.
She has a friend named Jiang Rou, and also... He Donglai.
Song Qingqian must be more careful about her words and actions not only for herself, but also for these two people.
Can't cause them any more trouble.
While Song Qingqian was thinking about these things, she did not forget the small potatoes in the iron pot.
The little potatoes are sizzling with oil.
The outermost layer of the crust has shrunk and dried out, with wrinkles appearing on it, and has the same golden and crispy color as potato pancakes.
Smells so good!
Jiang Rou reminded, "You can add salt and cumin now. If you are unsure of the amount, use a small spoon. One spoon is enough. If the taste is bland, you can add more after tasting it."
When it comes to seasoning, it’s better to use less rather than more.
Song Qingqian didn't want to turn the small potatoes into pickled potatoes.
She did as Jiang Rou said, taking a small spoonful, a little bit at a time.
As for cumin, of course you need lots of it!
The name is Fried Cumin Potatoes, so of course you have to have a lot!
【Pictures】
Song Qingqian sprinkled cumin and green onions.
Aside.
"A-choo——"
Zhou Xiaohua sneezed slightly and immediately covered her nose with both hands, revealing a pair of big round eyes.
The smell of cumin powder was the first time for both children and it was quite novel.
It makes your nose itch.
But I'm looking forward to eating it.
Jiang Rou smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, we'll be able to have lunch soon."
Song Qingqian looked at the mother and daughter, and now she was even more certain that Zhou Xiaohua's inability to speak was indeed due to psychological reasons.
If it was a congenital problem with her vocal cords, her sneezes should be silent.
With Jiang Rou around, such a lovely little girl will definitely recover one day.
…
After a while.
Three potato courses were placed on the table.
Shredded potato, mashed potatoes, pan-fried baby potatoes.
There is also a big steamed bun for each person.
The steamed buns have been soaked with water vapor and become soft and elastic.
"Let's get started!"