"Is crayfish on the market?"
"Yes, it just came out. What, do you want to eat? "
"Come on, it's just a big bug. I won't eat it. "
"How many pounds?"
"Hey, don't eat, it's very laborious."
"That's two pounds, no more."
"Don't like garlic ..."
Hu's crayfish is divided into two parts.
The first part is the cleaning work, learning from mother Zhang. Where the mother is, life begins, and the starting point of home formation. One's life is spent on the way home and home. Make a fire and cook under the same roof, food will unite and comfort the family. Simple pots and pans are full of Chinese life and reflect the inheritance of Chinese style. This work has been tempered for more than half a century and can stand the test.
The cleaning process of two Jin crayfish takes about two and a half hours. First, rinse with clean water for three times to wash away the external water source; Then start cleaning each one, carefully to each leg and pliers; Subsequent cleaning work involves decomposing and removing the head, which is too bloody to be repeated; Finally, the processed crayfish is washed for three times, and the cleaning work is over.
The second part is taste, learning from your wife. It is also the key to this dish.
His wife has lived in the northwest since childhood, and the food customs in this area are simple, rough, natural and heavy. At the same time, the integration of family members has conveyed the spicy and salty taste of Sichuan, and the fresh ingredients taken from Jiangnan market have brought great integration of South, North and Southwest.
The migration of human beings contributed to the meeting of food, and the separation of food witnessed the gathering and dispersion of human beings. However, did people change food or did food change people?
This dish is a gathering promoted by human activities, and it is also mobilizing human transformation. Westerners call it "fate", while China calls it "fate". Let's call this dish "such is fate".
After three and a half hours of tossing, a classic Hu's spicy crayfish named "Good Destiny" was served on the table.
"Come on, give a bottle of brave."
"No, I can't. Last time I was tall, I went to the top when I saw wine. "
"You don't drink?"
"Don't drink, besides, these two don't match and it's easy to have diarrhea."
"This is enough! Ha ha ha ... "
"Come on, you can also have a try. This is unique in the world. "
"Help yourself ..."
"Come on?"
"No ..."
"Have a taste and promise not to regret it."
"I can't eat."
"Hey, boring, it's all yours. You're welcome."
Shelling one by one, meat belongs to a bowl of meat, and shrimp tongs belong to a bowl of shrimp tongs. The habit of obsessive-compulsive disorder is ready-made and swept away. So what is the purpose of classification? One of the puzzling behaviors of human beings.
(ps: Empress Hua Fei said that the bitch was melodramatic, just like I played word games, and the narration part borrowed the routine of food on the tip of my tongue. Please make up for it by dubbing the food on the tip of your tongue, which is more interesting. )