novelSusiti Chapter 37 Premium Cumin-Flavored Spicy Lamb Skewers!
Chapter 37 Premium Cumin-Flavored Spicy Lamb Skewers!
Chapter 37: Premium Cumin-Flavored Spicy Lamb Skewers! (Read at night only, please continue reading!)
Fang Qingjun placed the food box on the millstone, which was filled with tender lotus roots that she had specially ordered to be dug from Qujiang Pool.
She looked at the lumps of raw meat, her heart pounding.
When people in the Tang Dynasty ate mutton, they preferred to stew it until it was tender and soft, or roast it whole until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
Cutting meat into pieces the size of a fingernail, skewering them, and grilling them—how can that taste good? Isn't that just ruining perfectly good meat into scraps?
"Don't just stand there."
Su Mu nodded, "If you want to eat lotus root slices, grill them yourself. The fire over there isn't strong yet, so it's a good way to warm up."
Fang Qingjun was a little confused, but seeing that Li Lizhi had already skillfully rolled up her sleeves to get the bamboo skewers, she could only bite the bullet and follow.
Su Mu ignored them and placed the dozens of skewers of mutton he was holding on the red brick trough.
Sizzle—!
The moment the fat came into contact with the high temperature, it let out a delightful scream. The oil was quickly forced out and dripped down the meat's grain.
Tick.
Oil droplets fell onto the glowing red charcoal, and flames suddenly rose half a foot high, licking the meat skewers.
The wisps of smoke instantly turned thick and white, carrying a primal, burnt meat smell as they swirled and raged through the courtyard.
Su Mu's wrist flicked.
You have to be quick to make these grilled skewers.
Hand in each hand, pat them together to shake off excess oil and ensure more even heating. The flesh visibly changes from bright red to brown, the surface begins to sizzle and bubble, and the edges curl up slightly with a hint of browning.
"Salt."
Su Mu grabbed a handful of coarse salt, raised his hand high, and the snow-white salt grains fell evenly on the sizzling meat skewers, like a light snowfall.
Next up is chili powder.
This chili powder was made by Su Mu himself last night, with some toasted white sesame seeds mixed in.
The bright red powder, once sprinkled on, explodes with a burst of spiciness as the hot oil hits it, mingling with the aroma of meat and making your throat tighten.
Little Sizi didn't care about the smoke and fire anymore. Standing in the wind, with her hands behind her back, she tilted her head back and drool dripped down the corner of her mouth.
"Hey bro—is the duck ready yet?!"
The little girl stamped her feet anxiously, "It's calling! Rou Rou is calling for me!"
"What's the rush?"
Su Mu flipped the meat skewer over, his gaze as focused as if he were sculpting a work of art.
The main event is coming.
He pulled a small, dusty cloth bag from his pocket. When he opened the bag, there was nothing earth-shattering about it.
Su Mu pinched up a small handful of yellowish-brown granules.
That's cumin.
In this era, this stuff is called benzoin, and it's only available in pharmacies, and it's used as a folk remedy for stomach cold.
But on the barbecue grill, this is the true king.
A flick of the wrist.
Cumin seeds landed on the scalding hot lamb and burst open upon contact with the oil.
boom!
In that instant, the world of smell collapsed.
If the aroma of meat just now was enough to make you drool, then this cumin flavor is enough to drive you crazy!
It is domineering and wild, carrying the scorching sun and sandstorms of the Gobi Desert in the Western Regions, and it ruthlessly suppresses all the muttony and greasy smells, leaving only a unique fragrance that goes straight to the top of your head!
Fang Qingjun was clumsily flipping lotus root slices when the sudden smell made her hand tremble, and the lotus root slices almost fell into the charcoal ash.
She stared wide-eyed at the sizzling, oily meat skewers in Su Mu's hands, her eyes wide with disbelief.
The taste was so unfamiliar, yet so damn tempting, that it caused her salivary glands to go completely out of control and secrete saliva like crazy!
"What kind of spice is this?"
Fang Qingjun's voice changed tone.
Su Mu didn't answer. He flipped the meat skewers a couple more times, then slammed them together to knock off the excess seasoning.
"then."
He casually handed a string of them to his younger brother.
The little girl wasn't afraid of getting burned at all; she grabbed the bamboo skewer with both hands and took a big bite.
"Awoo!"
The scalding hot mutton fat exploded in my mouth!
The outer skin is crispy and golden brown, while the inside is tender and juicy.
The unique granular texture of cumin bursts between your teeth, releasing a richer aroma, mixed with the mild spiciness of chili, the salty umami of coarse salt, and the milky fragrance of lamb itself.
"Ugh!!!"
Little Sizi's eyes widened suddenly, and she froze on the spot before two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.
"What happened? Did you burn yourself?" Li Lizhi was startled and quickly dropped what she was doing to check on you.
"Not tied————"
Little Sizi cried as he chewed, his mouth stuffed full, wailing incoherently, "It smells so good! Waaah—the mutton I used to eat was all stinky poop! This is real mutton!"
Li Lizhi: "————"
She couldn't resist and took the second string of pearls that Su Mu offered.
Completely disregarding any princess-like demeanor, she simply held the skewer horizontally and forcefully ripped it off.
A piece of meat with alternating layers of fat and lean meat slid into my mouth.
The fat had melted in the grill, turning into a crispy, flaky texture that melted in your mouth; the lean meat was firm and chewy, having absorbed the aroma of the seasonings.
Li Lizhi closed her eyes and felt as if she were on a vast grassland, with the scorching sun overhead, green grass under her feet, and the purest wildness in her mouth.
"Hoo-ha-ha"
It was too hot, but I couldn't bear to spit it out, so I could only open my mouth and inhale, letting the heat rage in my mouth.
Looking at the two sisters and then at the uncooked lotus root slices in her hand, Fang Qingjun suddenly felt that what she had was tasteless.
"Give."
A greasy hand reached out and handed her three skewers of meat that were still dripping with oil.
Su Mu didn't care whether she accepted it or not, he just shoved it into her hand, picked up a skewer himself, bit into a piece of meat, tilted his head, and pulled the meat off.
"Don't be so formal when you eat this."
Su Mu chewed until his cheeks bulged, and mumbled, "This is called 'lu chuan' (a type of skewer). It's all about that rough and unrefined feel."
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Fang Qingjun looked at the skewer of meat.
The glistening red oil dripped down the bamboo skewer, and the cumin seeds clung to the meat like tempting gems.
She took a deep breath, and mimicking Su Mu, turned her head and bit down.
At that moment, all the books that the eldest daughter of the Fang family had read over the past ten years, such as "Admonitions for Women" and "Internal Training," shattered on the ground.
What about not showing your teeth while eating, or chewing slowly and carefully?
Screw it!
The exhilarating sensation of the sizzling fat instantly shattered her composure. It was so delicious! This method of grilling the meat until the moisture was gone, while locking in the fat, was simply ingenious!
"More!"
Fang Qingjun finished a skewer in a few bites, slammed the bare bamboo skewer on the table, and stared intently at the barbecue grill.
Her face was covered in charcoal ash, and her lips were smeared with red oil, yet she was stunningly beautiful.
"Bake it yourself."
Su Mu pointed to the basin of raw meat next to him, "Grill as much as you want, don't expect me to serve you."
Without saying a word, Fang Qingjun rolled up her sleeves and rushed over.
"Me too!" Li Lizhi said, not to be outdone.
The smoke was getting thicker and thicker.
The smoke was quite unruly; it not only wandered around the yard, but also climbed the wall, crossed the dilapidated roof, and drifted outwards in a grand and unrestrained manner.
The smoke from meat smoking with the aroma of cumin is the most terrifying biological weapon!
The ice mirror inside the Liangyi Hall melted into a puddle of water.
Li Shimin tossed the wolf-hair brush in his hand onto the brush holder, and two drops of ink splattered onto the memorial.
Upset.
Not long after that old scoundrel Wei Zheng left, the phrase "Your Majesty should learn from history" seemed to still echo throughout the room.
Li Shimin rubbed his throbbing temples.
A gust of wind swept by.
The evening breeze, which was originally carrying a wave of heat, has now taken on a different flavor.
A strong, domineering aroma of meat, slightly burnt yet incredibly enticing, seemed to have grown legs and swaggered in through the crack in the window.
This smell wasn't the greasy kind we're used to; it had a spicy kick, mixed with an indescribable, exotic aroma that seemed to penetrate right into the depths of our nostrils.
Li Shimin's nose twitched twice.
What does this taste like?
It's a bit like the spices used in Hu people's baked flatbread, but more pungent; it's also a bit like the charred aroma of roasted meat, but more flavorful.
"Gurgle—!"
The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent hall.
Li Shimin blushed and looked around. Fortunately, apart from Wang Dequan, who was installing wooden stakes in the corner, there was no one else.
"Wang Daban".
Li Shimin cleared his throat and straightened his back a bit.
Wang Dequan quickly bowed and jogged over: "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"Smell it."
Li Shimin pointed to the window. "Where's that smell coming from? Have those old fogies in the Imperial Kitchen changed their tune today? Knowing I haven't had an appetite these past few days, they've come up with this new trick?"
Wang Dequan took two deep breaths.
It really smells good.
The aroma, a blend of smoky mutton fat and burnt odor, made even the old eunuch, who usually ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist prayers, swallow hard.
The direction was towards the imperial kitchen.
"Your Majesty, the wind is indeed coming from the direction of the Imperial Kitchen."
Wang Dequan smiled ingratiatingly, "Perhaps Liu Fengyu and the others have come up with a new dish and are looking for a surprise for His Majesty."
Emperor Taizong was overjoyed.
These good-for-nothings have finally figured it out.
This smells amazing; it's definitely going to be a hearty dish.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Li Shimin pushed the stack of memorials aside, making room for a large space. "Serve the meal! Have them bring me the food they're preparing right now! I want it hot!"
"Yes, Your Majesty! This old servant will go right away!"
Wang Dequan received the order and ran out, flicking his whisk.
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