Smashed cucumber was a simple and quick dish.
Everyone dared to say that they knew how to smash cucumbers, but not everyone's smashed cucumber could be called delicious.
The cucumber was washed and placed on the chopping board without being peeled.
The skin was the soul of the smashed cucumber.
Of course, it would be the same if it was a pickled cucumber.
Meg held the Fat Head Fish in his hand and stood between his brows with a solemn expression.
"Now!"
Meg raised his hand and chopped the knife down like thunder. The moment the kitchen knife fell, he turned his wrist and changed from chopping to slapping. The moment before the knife fell on the chopping board, it suddenly slowed down and then lightly slapped the cucumber.
Pa!
Pa pa pa!
The round cucumber was immediately flattened, and the juice splattered everywhere.
(Cucumber: I cracked.)
Looking at the smashed cucumber on the chopping board, Meg frowned slightly.
Because of the excessive force, the internal structure of the cucumber was seriously damaged and pasted together, which was a little unsightly.
"Failed." Mag tossed the spoiled cucumber into a basin at the side, and took out another cucumber.
The key to smashing cucumber was the word "smashing."
This was a perfect combination of strength and skill, and the control of strength was very important.
Smashing the cucumber would make it easier for the flavor to enter, and it would be more soulful than the finely cut cucumber slices.
Smashing the cucumber but not scattering it, and also not pasting the inside of the cucumber, which would lose its freshness.
This made the step of smashing cucumbers very difficult and skillful.
Meg carefully recalled his previous smashing action and tried to control his strength and the angle of the smashing before swinging the knife again.
Pa pa pa!
Pa pa pa!
Pa pa pa!
After a while, the basin on the side was filled with a pile of smashed cucumbers.
"Father, are these the cucumbers we're going to eat tonight? I think it's a little too much. "Amy looked at Meg picking up another cucumber and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Oh, no. These are cucumbers that haven't been smashed properly. They can't be used to make smashed cucumbers." Meg shook his head.
"Then what are these cucumbers used for?" Amy blinked her eyes and asked in confusion.
"They will be thrown away," Meg said.
"What a good cucumber. It would be a pity to throw it away." Amy picked up the bowl and walked away. As she chewed on the cucumber she had slapped, she said, "Then leave these to me. I'll finish them all."
Meg's words were not doubted at all.
But this also confirmed his previous guess — Amy was really here for the food!
Meg shook his head with a smile and continued to pat the cucumber in his hand.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The force was neither light nor heavy. Every time the knife slammed down, it would cause the cucumber that came into contact with the back of the knife to crack just right. Large and small cracks covered the cucumber, but it still maintained enough restraint.
"Perfect!"
Meg looked at the cracked cucumbers on the chopping board and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he used a knife to cut them into small pieces.
The cut cucumber naturally fell apart, and its size was just right. Fine cracks covered the inside and outside of the cucumber, but it still looked plump.
Now that the cucumbers were ready, the next step was to prepare the sauce.
The sauce was the core of the difference in the taste of cucumbers.
Cucumbers had a light taste, so the sauce would determine its taste.
As a fan of spicy and sour cucumbers, Meg had already formulated a sauce recipe in his mind: light soy sauce + aged vinegar + a little white sugar + oil consumption + minced garlic + chili oil + morning pepper.
Although he had never cooked this dish before, Meg had eaten a lot of cucumber slices.
After this period of familiarity and understanding with the various seasonings, he could already roughly deduce what seasonings were used in a dish through his memory.
Of course, the specific amount still needed to be adjusted.
After peeling the fresh garlic and mashing it into a paste, Meg began to mix it as carefully as if he was making a chemical.
The chili oil was ready-made. It was needed for the cold pig's ears and cold pig's tongue.
"Too sour!"
"Too sweet!"
"Too salty!"
"Too spicy!"
…
Meg frowned slightly as he tasted the sauce he made every time.
Amy returned to the kitchen with a big bowl in her arms and a row of sauces beside her. She dipped the cucumbers in the sauce and ate happily.
"Is it good?" Meg put down the sauce that he was still not satisfied with and looked at Amy, who was chewing on the cucumbers like a little squirrel.
"Yes, it's good." Amy nodded. "And it's getting better and better."
"Then try this." Meg brought the sauce that he had just made to Amy.
Amy picked up a piece of cucumber and dipped it in before putting it into her mouth.
It was sour and spicy. It was so delicious!
[A near-perfect cucumber dipping sauce]
A line of appraisal report appeared in Amy's mind.
"Although it's delicious, I think it can be more perfect," Amy said to Meg.
"Oh?" Meg was a little surprised. The little girl had always liked to praise him. He did not expect her to give an evaluation of "not expensive but perfect".
However, this happened to be in line with his thoughts.
The ratio of sour and spicy was already perfect, but he still felt that something was missing.
"Father, is this cucumber to be dipped in?" Amy asked.
"Right! We should mix them together and see how they turn out! " Meg's eyes lit up. He had paid too much attention to the process and neglected the possible reaction after the two were mixed together.
Although the taste of the cucumber was light, it also had a special fragrance.
Moreover, cucumbers were easy to release water. After the sauce was mixed with them, it would become lighter due to the precipitation of water from the cucumber. This was also a problem that needed to be considered.
"Cucumbers are a cold dish, not a dipping sauce." Meg smiled and slapped another cucumber. Then, he made a sauce according to the previous recipe. He poured the sauce over the cucumber, mixed it well, and put it in the fridge.
Not long after, Meg took the cucumber out of the fridge.
The water in the plate had indeed increased a little, but because of the refrigeration, the amount of water was not too much.
The cucumber was still emerald green, and it was decorated with minced garlic and a few bright red chilli peppers. The sour and spicy taste slowly wafted over, making people salivate.
"Try this." Meg took two pairs of chopsticks and handed one to Amy. He picked up a piece of cucumber and put it into his mouth.
The sourness of the vinegar could not wait to bloom in his mouth first, followed by the spiciness. The spiciness of the chili oil and the chilli peppers blended together, making the spiciness even more prominent.
When he bit into the cucumber, the crisp texture and the refreshing and rich juice bloomed in his mouth, neutralizing the sourness and spiciness in the most wonderful way.
"This is the taste!"
Meg's eyes lit up.
He finally found the crux of the imperfection, which came from the original taste of the cucumber.
Now, the taste of this cucumber had completely met his requirements.
Although it was not as good as a real master's, it was enough to go with wine and porridge!
Amy picked up a piece of cucumber.
[A perfect cucumber — amazing culinary skills.]
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