Chapter 2048: [A perfect cucumber shot]

Cucumber is a simple and quick dish.
Everyone dares to say that they can shoot cucumbers, but not anyone can shoot cucumbers as delicious.
The cucumber was washed and placed on a cutting board without peeling.
The skin is the soul of cucumber.
Of course, changing to pickled cucumbers also holds true.
McGonagall held the Fathead Fish and stood between his brows with a solemn expression.
"It's now!"
McGonagall picked up the knife and dropped it, moving like thunder. The moment the kitchen knife fell, he flipped his wrist and changed it to a pat. The moment before it fell on the cutting board, McGonagall slowed down suddenly, and then patted the cucumber lightly.
Snapped!
Happiness!
The mellow cucumber was immediately smashed, and the juice splashed everywhere.
(Cucumber: I cracked.)
Looking at the cucumbers on the cutting board, McGonagall frowned slightly.
Because of the excessive force, the internal structure of the cucumber was severely crushed and damaged, and it was glued together and unsightly.
"Failed." McGonagall threw the broken cucumber into the basin on the side and took another cucumber.
When shooting cucumbers, the key point is the word ‘shoot’.
This is a perfect combination of strength and technique. The grasp of strength is very important.
Cracking a cucumber will make it easier to taste and taste more soulful than finely cut cucumber slices.
The pat is cracked, but it cannot be patted apart, let alone the inside of the cucumber, which is refreshing.
This makes the step of taking cucumbers difficult and skillful.
McGonagall carefully recollected the action of his previous shot for a while, tried to control his strength and the angle of the shot, before swinging the knife down again.
Happiness!
Happiness!
Happiness!
After a while, the washbasin on the side was filled with a pile of broken cucumbers.
"Father, are these all the cucumbers we are going to eat tonight? I think it seems a little too much." Amy looked at McGonagall picking up a cucumber again and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Oh, no, these are cucumbers that have not been photographed. They cannot be used to make cucumbers." McGonagall shook his head.
"Then what are these cucumbers used for?" Amy blinked [Guchengdushu www.guchengdushu.com] blinked puzzledly.
"It will be discarded," McGonagall said.
"What a good cucumber, it's a shame to lose it." Amy walked away with the basin, chewing the cucumbers, and said: "Then leave them to me, I will eat them all. ."
At this, McGonagall was not at all doubted.
But this also confirmed his previous guess-Amy really came to eat!
McGonagall smiled and shook his head, and continued to clap the cucumber in his hand.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
With the strength of neither light nor heavy, each shot of the knife can make the slice of cucumber touched by the back of the knife crack just right. Large and small cracks are covered with cucumbers, yet they maintain sufficient restraint.
"perfect!"
McGonagall looked at the cracked cucumbers on the chopping board, nodded in satisfaction, and then cut them into small pieces with a knife.
The cut cucumbers naturally spread out, the size is even and moderate, and the fine cracks cover the inside and outside of the cucumber, but they still look full.
The cucumber is ready, the next thing to prepare is the sauce.
The juice is the core of the difference in the taste of cucumber.
Cucumber has a light taste, and the juice will determine its taste.
As a lover of hot and sour cucumbers, McGonagall has already drawn up a sauce formula in his mind: light soy sauce + vinegar + a little sugar + oil consumption + garlic + spicy pepper oil + Chaotian pepper.
Although I haven't cooked this dish before, I still eat a lot of Cucumber McGonagall.
After this time of familiarity and understanding of various seasonings, he has been able to roughly infer what seasonings are in a dish through memories.
Of course, the specific amount needs to be debugged.
The fresh garlic was peeled and mashed into garlic mash, and McGonagall began to make fine preparation like chemical medicine.
Chili oil is readily available, and both cold pork ears and cold pork tongue need to be used.
"Too sour!"
"Too sweet!"
"Too salty!"
"Too spicy!"
...
McGonagall frowned slightly as he tasted the sauce each time.
Amy returned to the kitchen, holding a large basin in her arms, holding a row of sauces, cucumbers dipped in sauces, and eating happily.
"Is it delicious?" McGonagall put down the sauce, which was still unsatisfactory, and asked Amy who was chewing cucumber like a squirrel.
"Well, it's delicious." Amy nodded: "And is it getting more and more delicious?"
"Then you taste this." McGonagall brought the newly prepared sauce to Amy.
Amy picked up a cucumber and dipped it, then fed it to her mouth.
Hot and sour, so delicious!
[A nearly perfect dipping cucumber]
A line of appraisal reports appeared in Amy's mind.
"Although it is delicious, I think it could be more perfect." Amy said, looking at McGonagall.
"Oh?" McGonagall was a little surprised, but the little guy always liked to praise him, but he didn't expect to give an imperfect evaluation now.
But this coincides with his idea.
The ratio of hot and sour has been perfectly blended, but he always felt that it was still something.
"My father, is this cucumber just eaten as a dip?" Amy asked.
"That's right! You should mix them together and see the effect!" McGonagall's eyes lit up. He paid too much attention to the process, but ignored the possible reactions after the two were combined.
Although the original taste of flower melon is light, it also has a special fragrance.
Cucumbers are prone to water, and after the sauce is mixed with it, it will become lighter due to the analysis of the cucumber water. This is also a problem that needs to be considered.
"Taking cucumbers is a cold dish, not eaten with dipping." McGonagall smiled and patted a cucumber again, then prepared a sauce according to the previous recipe, poured the sauce on the cucumber, and after mixing, put it Keep in the refrigerator.
Before long, McGonagall took the cucumber out of the refrigerator.
The water in the dish has indeed increased a bit, but the amount of water analyzed is not too much due to the cold storage.
The cucumber is still emerald green, and it is dotted with garlic and a few bright red peppers. The hot and sour taste slowly floats, making people unable to help swallowing.
"Try this." McGonagall took two pairs of chopsticks. One of them was handed to Amy. He picked up a slice of cucumber and fed it to his mouth.
The sour taste of vinegar can't wait to bloom in the mouth first, followed by the spiciness. The spiciness of the capsicum oil blends with the spiciness of the Chaotian pepper, making the spiciness more prominent.
At this time, the cucumber is bitten, the crispy taste, and the refreshing and plump juice blooms in the mouth, so that the sourness and spiciness are most wonderfully neutralized.
"That's it!"
McGonagall's eyes lit up.
He finally found the crux of that trace of imperfection, and it was the original taste of cucumber.
Now, the taste of taking cucumbers has fully met his requirements.
Although it is not as good as a real master's hand-made, it is enough to serve with wine and porridge!
Amy picked up a cucumber.
[A perfect slice of cucumber-amazing cooking skills]