When I was a child, every time I killed a chicken, my grandmother always poured unformed eggs and minced meat into the casing and cooked it in a pot with chicken, which also had a special taste.
Fuzzy childhood memories and warm and beautiful feelings have jointly contributed to my almost paranoid love and pursuit of sausage.
All kinds of ham sausage, sausage, smoked sausage and sausage are my favorites, so that chicken offal, mutton offal, intestines, lungs and hearts are absolutely delicious in my eyes.
When I was in college, I made a joke because of this preference. It was the first year of college. I've just arrived in a strange environment and I'm not familiar with everything. There will inevitably be some exploratory attempts.
I searched the snack street near the school. There are all kinds of snacks everywhere, and they are dazzling. The sharp and sultry aroma surrounded me in an instant.
The two words on the glass window of a small shop suddenly attracted me, and the calligraphy with red background and white edge suddenly made me see stars. It was obviously an enema!
For an instant, the world seems to be quiet, leaving only the oil smoke and water vapor on the stove fire, as well as the sound of the spatula colliding when cooking. I was as excited as seeing a long-lost bosom friend, so I quickly ordered one and sat at the early stage of the table.
The result is very surprising. Although the taste is not bad, "enema" is not intestines, and even has nothing to do with intestines. It is just a snack made of buckwheat noodles.
Although I feel a little depressed, this experience will not make my love for "intestines" waver at all, and I am still searching tirelessly.
Until I ate the pig-killing dish in the northeast, I was deeply attracted by the bloody intestines inside, almost indiscriminate and unreasonable.
The grayish casing bag is wrapped in a dark red, tender and compact blood clot, which is picked up with chopsticks and exudes a greasy aroma.
At the entrance, the faint meat fragrance mixed with slight salty hemp swirled in the mouth. The refreshing sauerkraut soup rolls around on the tip of the tongue with the fragrance of pig blood. Chew gently, and the slightly sticky feeling makes people feel practical and happy.
This is an unexpected surprise about "intestine", a fresh taste and experience, and a warm omen. Since then, the warm feeling of blood sausage has entered my "stomach" category, until the deeper I love, the more I can't stop.
My love for blood sausage continues to this day, especially after marriage. Because my wife is from the northeast, influenced by my parents-in-law, my daughter and I love blood sausage more and more.
Only then did I know that blood sausage has two flavors. The kind I ate before was called pure blood sausage, while my parents-in-law liked to eat buckwheat noodles and various seasonings, which made it more mellow and delicious.
Therefore, every year when we go back to the Northeast, we have to go to the market early to buy some blood sausage. Steam, cook and fry every day, and dig out the patterns in different ways to satisfy the appetite that has been waiting for a whole year.
Even so, you can't get addicted in just a few days. What's more regrettable is that the only taste is to get rid of greedy bugs, but it is not allowed to lift greed at any time.
The characteristic of blood sausage is that it should not be stored for a long time. After freezing, it will become loose and its flavor will change greatly. So, we can only sigh and shake our heads.
Later, I tried to mail it once, but after a long journey, the taste was different. My parents-in-law came once and carried more than two thousand miles with ice cubes, bringing some.
This time, it's because the time is two days shorter than that of mailing, and the taste is still there. In the end, it was not satisfactory, and I tasted the blood sausage that I had missed for a long time more than two thousand miles away.
Taste the pure taste in your mouth, and the greedy birthday evokes more, which is the surging emotion in your heart. This is the true feeling that really touched two thousand miles.
Finally, one day, I can taste the authentic homemade northeast blood sausage. This is also the luck and happiness brought by the birth of our son.
Giving birth to a son is like a mountain of orders. We invite our parents-in-law from their hometown in the northeast to wait for the next month and then help us take care of the children.
So, stewed pork ribs with sauerkraut, stewed mushrooms with chicken, jiaozi stuffed with sauerkraut, corn flour, small rice and appetizing pancakes all satisfied my daughter and me.
Even my mother-in-law brought a piece of sauce, which made pickles show fresh charm. A variety of northeast-flavored meals appeared on the dining table in turn, which made us hooked up.
However, I don't know when it started. Everyone felt dissatisfied and always felt that something was missing. This has depressed us for a long time, and we can't lift our spirits no matter what we do.
"Dad, are we a little greedy?" Or the daughter tells the truth, "when I can't even eat blood and intestines, I dare not think about anything. Now I just don't know how to be satisfied! "
Her old-fashioned tone, coupled with the expression of hating iron not to produce, made me laugh.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in my mind. "blood sausage!" I grasped the key sensitively, "Yes, my favorite northeast dish!"
I finally know the root cause of the lack of taste in my mouth. So, get out! Go to the supermarket, go to the store where you can buy sauerkraut, and expect to find traces of blood sausage.
But in the end, I didn't get it. After running several supermarkets and shops, I came home with great disappointment.
So, I am deeply touched. Every time I sigh, the strong disappointment is written on my face.
Perhaps it is the same feeling as me, and my father-in-law echoed: "Alas, the blood sausage is not easy to use and I can't let it go. Must sell less! "
My father-in-law looked at me and casually said, "If I can buy blood and intestines, I will fill them myself!" " "
Yes, that's a good idea, too! Change your strategy and ask in the store where you often buy pork. Maybe you can get some blood and intestines from him!
My wife has also been aroused by us. We asked two or three butcher shops in succession, and everyone was surprised. They looked at us like aliens and seemed particularly puzzled.
The owner of the last shop, who was a soldier in the northeast, had eaten blood sausage and could understand our feelings before agreeing to ask.
As if I had completed a major mission, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and left my contact number. All that remains is an anxious and long wait.
From that day on, the whole family was expecting the familiar number to appear on the screen of the mobile phone, which made everyone ask, "Isn't it?" ! "
Until the phone call, I felt a little trance and couldn't believe it. When we happily retrieve blood and intestines, two plastic bags filled with them are filled with our long-awaited expectations.
So under the command of my father-in-law, I was busy for a while. First, empty a large aluminum basin for pig blood. I also found several smaller pots to place and clean the intestines in turn.
This suddenly became a general mobilization of the whole family, and the father-in-law was the commander in chief, responsible for the overall scheduling and acceptance. Mother-in-law is the main force, responsible for overall coordination and specific operations.
My wife and I are guerrillas, belonging to the rear support and doing odd jobs. Daughter and son are cheerleaders and the most curious audience.
After a while, they shouted, "grandma, grandpa asked you to bring the intestines!" " "Look at the bright red pig blood for a while and go straight back.
I wanted to see how the casing was stained with blood for a while, and then I covered my eyes in panic. For a while, I moved the stool forward, and for a while, I screamed with fear.
The room was filled with laughter. Grandparents smiled kindly and lovingly, my wife and I smiled sadly and helplessly, and the two little guys laughed unscrupulously and merged into a cheerful melody.
Add salt, vegetable oil, pepper, onion, ginger, minced garlic, proper amount of soy sauce and pepper into the blood in a large basin and stir well.
Put baking soda into pig intestines, wash repeatedly until there is no impurity or odor, and wash with clear water for later use. Find a soy sauce bucket and cut it open as a funnel. Find a thin thread to tie up the intestines.
During this period, my daughter and son are running around again, hoping to help. As a result, I either knocked over the stool or kicked it to the edge of the washbasin. Tintin Mao Mao smiled and laughed, which added a lot of fun.
The adults were calm, and then they simply sent someone to take care of the younger ones. This task fell on me, so I joined the crowd.
Tie one end of the intestine with a string, pour the seasoned pig blood slowly from the other end through a funnel, and gently shake the intestine while pouring, so that the pig blood can flow.
Wait until the intestine is filled to 80% and there is enough space, then tie it with a string and tighten it in the middle.
As the pig blood in the big basin gradually decreases, the intestines in the small basin are just used up. After successful completion, you should pack up your belongings, wash them and put them away for later use. Add the filled blood sausage while boiling water.
Looking at the rolling spray in the pot, the blood sausage is gradually plump, and the long one is round and full, and the rich aroma in the dense water vapor has begun to emanate.
This hard-won blood sausage has gone through many twists and turns from nourishing the heart to asking around, from retrieving raw materials to casting and molding, and then to the fragrance.
At least in this busy family, behind the tired legs, it seems that it is no longer a simple food or a simple production process, but a happy time we created together.
In this pure time, there are the wisdom and command of the elderly, our hard work and planning, and the innocence and laughter of the children.
In fact, this is home and warmth. 20 19.3. 10