Chapter 831: Strange Sausages
It must be said that time is a magical thing. That's what Heath thought. And now he also found that time is indeed very unique. At least the sausage in Xiuhui's mind is somewhat different from the sausage Heath imagined. The difference is so great that the two sausages are completely two different dishes that cannot be mixed together. This makes Heath a little bit amused and he really doesn't know what to say. However, Xiuhui's sausage...
Generally speaking, sausages nowadays are actually divided into several categories, such as the starch sausages that many people are familiar with, and pure meat sausages, or red sausages, which can all be classified as a type of sausage. There are even unique types of sausages such as blood sausage in Germany in the past. However, basically speaking, sausages are casings plus contents. These two things combined become sausages, and sausages are still popular with many people because of their unique taste.
Moreover, sausages are not very complicated to make. For Chinese sausages, you just need to cut and fry them before eating. So sausages are indeed a very common food. The only problem is that Xiuhui seems to have some other opinions about sausages.
Heath thought that it might be because of the era that Xiuhui lived in, so there were some differences between the sausages in Xiuhui's mind and the sausages that Heath understood. According to Xiuhui's requirements for food, the sausages she wanted to eat were not so much sausages as chicken intestines. The sausages Xiuhui wanted to eat were very special. They were made of chicken intestines. There was nothing wrong with this, but the problem was that the sausages Xiuhui wanted to eat also had contents in them. In other words, the sausages Xiuhui ate were actually made of chicken intestines plus contents, and the contents inside were chicken offal.
In other words, what Xiuhui eats is actually a mixture of chicken offal, but her method of cooking is more unique and complicated. It can be regarded as a rather unique food. After all, to be honest, anyone who has made or eaten chicken intestines knows that chicken intestines are very small, unlike large intestines. Large intestines are very large, so it is not too complicated to clean and fill them with things, but chicken intestines are too small, so this also makes it very troublesome to make chicken intestines, not to mention having to stuff the contents into them.
It has to be said that the food in ancient times may have some strange changes and differences from the food now. The Alliance is now similar to Heath 's previous life, a developed and very modern society, but the problem is that Xiuhui lives in the previous era, when the Alliance had not yet appeared and the Kanto region was still ruled by two kingdoms. Therefore, the food that poor people like Xiuhui eat is very different from now.
So this also led Heath to feel for the first time how overwhelming it was to provide food according to the customer's requirements, especially when the food the customer requested was so unique that he didn't know what to say.
But even so, Heath still started to make the unique sausages that Xiuhui wanted to eat. He first took out the chicken intestines and then washed them. Heath did not have any unique hobbies, such as retaining the original flavor of the large intestines or something, so that others would know that you are eating large intestines. Heath had his own opinions on the unique delicacy of intestines, such as these foods must be washed clean. If they cannot be washed clean, then let alone the taste, just not being able to wash the ingredients clean means that the chef is not worthy of being a chef, unless the food has very unique requirements and requires not to be washed clean, but Heath has not encountered similar ingredients yet.
After washing the chicken intestines, the next step is to process the other internal organs, then chop them up and stuff them into the chicken intestines. This step is very torturous, and Heath himself is in pain, but Heath still made some simple divisions according to his own ideas, such as processing the chicken internal organs of different parts separately, and then stuffing them in separately. This will have an advantage, that is, the taste of eating different parts will also be different. It can even be more complicated, cook the chicken internal organs separately, and then stuff them in. In this way, there will be more flavor in a portion of chicken intestines, and the taste may be better.
However, Xiuhui did not have this request, and Heath felt that when Xiuhui ate, it was more like eating a memory than eating the taste, so the best dish was the one that tasted like she wanted to eat the most. Many times, the taste of mother's mother, which is a rather metaphysical taste, is actually the taste of memories. Because the memories have been processed, it is difficult to taste the same dish in a so-called Michelin restaurant that tastes like her mother's in her memory.
Similarly, whether it is a game or a classic TV series, because of preconceived ideas and memories, it is difficult for subsequent remakes or remakes to satisfy the audience or game fans who have experienced it before. Memories are a powerful force, but unfortunately, there are more and more people who abuse their feelings in previous lives, which leads to the original beauty becoming something people don't want to recall.
After it was done, Heath brought the food that Xiuhui wanted to eat to her. Xiuhui looked at the food in front of her with a hint of surprise. To be honest, she had not held out any hope at first. Many years had passed since her death, so the delicacies in her memory at that time seemed to have disappeared by the time of Xiu Nian and Xiu Mei's age. Xiuhui had asked about it before, but Xiu Mei the others had never heard of this unique sausage.
The sausages that Xiumei and Xiunian talked about were different from what she remembered, and even the white bread was different. That was the white bread that only noble gentlemen could eat in the past. Poor people like them were only worthy of eating hard black bread that needed to be soaked in soup. But even so, not everyone could eat black bread. Even Xiuhui could only eat a piece of black bread occasionally.
But the white bread in front of me was so familiar. This aroma seemed to be what I had smelled when I worked in a nobleman's house. And then there was this...
Xiuhui couldn't wait to pick up a piece of sausage and put it into her mouth. As she chewed, Xiuhui's originally blurred memory became vivid again. She seemed to have returned to that shabby little home. The happiest thing was to sit next to the broken table, waiting to eat the delicious food prepared by her mother. It was this familiar taste, which was also Xiuhui's mother's specialty.
Finally got to eat again...
