"Drain the pasta a bit 'before then otherwise overcook! "," Stir counterclockwise, as determined by the position of the stars, "" Do not you know the garlic !!!". Two
poor unfortunates struggling with Volcanic intent on making a meal for a cheerful and fracassone family of Chinese living in one of lilong surroundings. Tell the heralds that the lunch was established during the crossing of lilong done a week earlier, stopped by an unexpected break and chat about sediola asylum-size first grade (the scribe was not present at the time, referring to authoritative sources).
After lengthy preparations, leave the compound with abundant rations of pasta ("Short, who is best!) Sauce with ad hoc and routine for the demanding palates of China, supported by delicious strawberries and cream tarts prepared by Armelle.
cross roads between curious glances, and then we ran into one of the shady streets and caciarone repeating always the same in lilong . Maybe now the Chinese are no longer expected, but welcomed us with enthusiasm, increasing the size of the ad hoc table (0.8 to 0.85 square meters more or less) with stunted wings of wood. The cutlery are soon brought specially set aside for the autarkic bamboo sticks, and begins the ceremony for the payment of orange juice with noble chemical origins on toast with approximately every 3 minutes (probably a method of measuring the time of ancient tradition ...).
jaws work, when suddenly emerged from a door the grandfather (or what purports to be) in order to vest as soon as he sees us greets, returns to his mansion and comes out with the homemade noodles with soup full of species that would made the joy of Linnaeus. It tasted a bit hesitant, 'and immediately we have another tomato-based soup with onions, meat of different origin DOS (name of unknown origin, ed). The Volcanic he dives headlong, praising the flavor, only to regret it an hour after the time to say goodbye. In the meantime, took turns at the table a number of neighbors and onlookers, including the likely long-haired wife of the grandfather (grandmother to his friends) with impeccable pajamas walking. Because of our dining en plein air the road was almost blocked, and more than a few booming centaur was forced to take alternative routes. The company Cerberus alternated sudden orders to leave by invitation to taste the dishes, making it guess what were the relations and ties in the neighborhood.
comes the moment of sweet, Armelle start cutting slices assistance of priceless old woman who insists on wanting to help by trying to cut with chopsticks. Upon reaching the sixteenth toast (I dare not imagine what if you could combine chemical drank juice instead of wine), and after lengthy disquisitions on our hypothetical age and glaring laughter every two to three, salute the happy company, promising future editions of the banquet in the street.
After a long and hazardous training in the cave of Master Huang Huazheng, it's time to prove myself. Reported by Huang I go to a wholesaler where you supply the hotels, and I go out with machetes Chinese Kitchen, a tool capable of gathering food from the wok chef's hat and coat, and an enviable invoice. Armelle kindly gives his kitchen for my experiments, and six other diners are the guinea pigs and assist my first steps in the glittering world of Chinese cooking. After a long and painful supply to the supermarket, where they sell among other things turtles, water snakes and crayfish and belligerent ugliest thing I've seen in my life, we go on a crime scene. Selected dishes for the evening: Xia ren dou was (tofu with peas and shrimp), Shuang Chao gu (two types of mushrooms with oyster sauce), Jiachangdoufu (tofu "conflict" in batter with pork and peppers) and Shu Qiang xia ren (shrimp with soy sauce). In the kitchen there is a hellishly hot, the bathroom in the meantime a tube well in hot start to think of spraying and water vapor, perhaps convinced to be part of a Finnish sauna. I must say that I found a little 'bad times, and guests have to wait to the bitter end (the first course arrived at twenty to eleven ...) but thanks to the help of Manuela, hired as an assistant for the occasion, finally I've gotten enough. I sit at the table, and seems to have just emerged from a workout with Rocky Balboa ...
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