pasture leisure

Chapter 72 Homemade Beef

Zhang Chi has fished out the cow's blood, while Cannon has already peeled off a whole piece of cowhide and hung it on a nearby branch to dry.

Seeing that Cannon was about to get off the ladder, Zhang Chi asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Find a cart and pick up the offal".

"I'll come, I'll come!" Zhang Chi directly pushed a forage cart.

This thing is a bit like a small truck for loading cement on a construction site. Forget it, it’s not like that. It’s the same thing at all. It’s just that it pushes grass on the ranch and cement on the construction site.

As the tripe is cut open, the offal slides into the cart below.

Good guy!A cart full of ox offal, and piled up with sharp points.

"Feed the dog or what?" Cannon asked.

"How can such a good thing be fed to dogs, you don't eat it?" Zhang Chi asked.

"We eat it, but people here don't eat it," Cannon said.

As far as Cannon’s hometown is concerned, the poor are almost unable to eat. How could they not eat these things.

It's just that the people here don't eat offal. First, it's difficult to take care of it. Second, the most important thing is that they don't know how to do it at all.American cooking skills include steaming, boiling, or frying. Adding a little salt is considered a general level of cooking. If you can add some onions, you can be considered a chef.

There is no concept of frying, and how to get rid of the fishy smell of the internal organs is even more obscure.

Think about it, if we Chinese can only boil and fry offal, there will be a few people who like to eat beef offal.

"Wait for me to deal with it, let's keep some of these things and give away most of them," Zhang Chi said.

"You have the final say, but how to divide the meat?" Cannon asked.

Separate a few beef legs, and then divide the ribs and so on," Zhang Chi said.

Cannon asked again: "Will it be divided by steak or a whole steak?"

"Sirloin, filet, upper brain and eye meat are all divided into steaks, and the rest should be a whole piece." Zhang Chi thought for a while and opened his mouth.

"Okay!" Cannon nodded.

Zhang Chi pushed a cart of viscera, found a place to sit down, divided the beef heart, liver and so on, put them in a basin, added some water to soak the blood inside.

As for the cow intestines and tripe with excrement, put them in another basin for simple washing first.

Zhangchi Ranch is completely grass-fed cattle, so the dirt is not very smelly, but there is a strange smell, which is the smell of grass fermenting in the intestines of cows, not the smell of feces.

Generally speaking, grain-fed cows and cows fed with feed will have that strong smell of feces in cow dung, but grass-fed cows do not have that smell.

There is no smell of feces, so it is much easier to clean up these dirt, and these things do not need to be treated too much, just wash them directly on the pasture grass, there are not many artificial additives, naturally there is no pollution to speak of.

Even if there is no smell of feces, Zhang Chi still washes it very carefully. Using the method of our Chinese, first wash a few stubbles with clean water, then sprinkle it with salt water twice, and then wash it with flour until it is washed. Only when the flushed water is clear can the internal organs be washed.

Zhang Chi has washed the internal organs, and Cannon has divided all the meat.

"Let's have steak at noon".

Zhang Chi glanced at a pot of beef offal. Although he really wanted to eat beef offal, he really didn't have time to make it now. His refrigerator was not small, but it couldn't hold so much meat, so the meat had to be given to several families as soon as possible. Send it over.

Fortunately, the weather was relatively cool at this time, and it was around ten degrees at noon, so the beef would not be bad.

Cannon smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll prepare the potatoes. Should I marinate the steak or you. I think my marinated steak is not as good as your marinated steak."

Zhang Chi said with a smile: "Let me do it, you take the meat...".

After thinking for a while, Zhang Chi said again: Forget about the big ones, put the small ones in a fresh-keeping box, put some ice cubes on them, and use plastic wrap for the beef legs... Forget it, let me do these.”

After arranging the work, Zhang Chi started to get busy.

The two were busy for a while, and finally divided all the meat into the bags that should be packed, and filled the refrigerator at home first, and put the remaining beef into two incubators. As for the big beef legs What, I didn't plan to do any cutting at first, but later found that it would not work without cutting, so Cannon cut these guys up again.

Slightly marinated with salt and some Chinese spices. After [-] minutes of marinating, the gas stove was turned on, and the frying pan was put on the fire. Wait for the pot to heat up and add a few pieces of butter to melt.

Noisy!
As soon as the fresh steak is put into the pot, the aroma of butter and beef immediately rises.

Waiting for one side to fry until the meat changes color, turn over and continue frying. The aroma of the beef is getting stronger and stronger, attracting the two dogs to surround Zhang Chi's legs, meowing non-stop.

As soon as the temperature in the pot rises, the fat in the steak is forced out. More and more fat bursts into the pot with aroma. With this fat, Zhang Chi puts the cut potatoes into the pot to fry. system.

Waiting for the potatoes to enter the pot, Zhang Chi added some beans around them. These beans are not long beans. Zhang Chi’s hometown is called short beans.

Fully let the potatoes and short beans absorb the fat, and wait for the slightly burnt aroma to appear on one side of the potatoes, and the short beans will start to turn a little brown, and the potatoes and short beans will be ready.

If the two vegetables are good, it means that the steak is also good.

Give Cannon one first, Zhang Chi's steak needs to be fried for a while.

No way, the tastes of the two are different. Cannon has already eaten a juicier steak, which is almost five points, and less than seven points, while Zhang Chi likes to eat cooked ones, and he doesn't like the kind of many petty bourgeoisie in China. He had to eat the steak with myoglobin until it was fully cooked, at least he couldn't put a fork on it, and the knife wouldn't let out red water when he slashed it.

"BOSS! Our beef is really good".

After taking the steak and sitting on the table, Cannon poured some of Zhang Chi's secret steak sauce on the side of the plate, cut the steak with a knife and fork, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth. Bite, I feel the fat juice in the steak explode in my mouth.

After chewing a couple of bites, the taste of the sauce rose, the strong black pepper flavor combined with a little bit of spicy aroma, neutralized the slightly fishy beef, and suddenly changed the taste in my mouth, that kind of meat Cannon couldn't help but praise the aroma mixed with the spices.

"taste good?"

"This steak can be poured into Michelin directly." Cannon praised Zhang Chi again.

At this time, Zhang Chi's steak was also ready. He served the steak and sat across the table.

Zhang Chi really poured the steak juice on the steak, so that the sauce was all over the steak, and then he cut it with a knife and fork, put a small piece in his mouth, and slowly tasted it.

Indeed delicious!

It tasted better than the steak Zhang Chi had eaten before. The steak was very tender, and it almost didn't have the woody texture of the beef itself. When the molars on both sides chewed it lightly, the beef and juice were mixed together.

Zhang Chi has been frying it for a long time, but the piece in front of Cannon must be more tender and taste better than Zhang Chi's.

The steak the two chose for lunch was T-bone, which is composed of tenderloin, spine and tenderloin. Slightly thicker than a normal adult's finger.

This kind of steak can be full for an adult, as for potatoes and beans, it is just used to relieve greasy.

For the cowboys here, this is how beef should be eaten. Thin slices can be used as a mask when you shake it up. Don’t add any vegetables. You won’t feel tired of eating a few pieces of that stuff. .

The two ate the steak happily, but Ergou under the table was greedy.

Zhang Chi picked up a piece of steak and threw it under the table, which was regarded as a reward for Ergou. As for the others, no!Zhang Chi believes in the words of his hometown: cats and dogs should not be fed too much, and they will stop working if they are too full.

"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 boasted about the beef.

Zhang Chi also knows that his steak tastes good. If the gourd can’t produce good-tasting steak, it’s a bit unreasonable. After all, it’s a magic weapon, isn’t it? Is this the title?
"The proposal is good, but we can't do this, it's better to sell the cattle honestly."

Let Zhang Chi open a restaurant?Even if you beat Zhang Chi to death, I have worked 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 close the stall until around ten o'clock in the evening. Think about it.

This is still here, if it is more busy in China.

After getting rid of the hard work in the restaurant, you still let Zhang Chi go back?Unless the gourd ran away one day, Zhang Chi would rather earn less than go to a restaurant.

Cannon and Zhang Chi enjoyed the steak, and finally finished the steak, and they found that they had no stomach to eat potatoes and green beans.

No way, this fresh veal steak is so fragrant and not greasy at all. After eating, I don’t need vegetables to relieve the greasy feeling, let alone them to slit the stomach. It’s full of delicious veal, so where can I put it? These.

After eating, Zhang Chi and Cannon brewed a pot of green tea, sat on the sofa under the verandah, and chatted about Xiaotian while digesting food.

After drinking a pot of tea, Cannon went to work, while Zhang Chi drove to the city with the divided beef.

(End of this chapter)