Chapter 990: Hawaii’s “Passion” to Retain
“You know, even old Tavole’s cooking skills may not be as good as yours when he was young. He is better at making chili sauce. There are many shrimp rice carts here. The sauces all come from his secret recipe.”
Danny grabbed a big chicken leg and chewed it until his mouth was full of oil. Cheng Hao was obviously better at eating than him, after he pulled off a whole chicken wing. , poured himself a large bowl of chicken soup, and then stared at the more delicious fried chicken offal next to him.
Jack is also very satisfied with today's pot of chicken soup. These old people don't know how to raise it. Ordinary domestic chickens are usually eaten when they grow to three or four pounds, and the two he picked are extra. He weighs over 9 pounds and has been practicing for at least two and a half years.
And he couldn't tell the breed of this chicken at all. It didn't look like the white-feather chickens common in North America, and it looked very different from Locke chickens (Luhua chickens).
"It should be a kind of pheasant on Kauai. They are very adapted to the local environment. Some chicken farmers will mix these chickens with their own chickens to prevent diseases."
Cheng Hao, a local, heard this When Jack talked about this, he enthusiastically started to educate him about it.
About a few hundred years ago, the earliest indigenous people of the Hawaiian Islands, the Polynesians, crossed the vast sea and first came to this paradise.
They brought crops such as taro and sweet potatoes, as well as livestock and poultry such as dogs, pigs and chickens.
The domestic chickens raised by the Polynesians are different from the common domestic chickens of today. They are closer to the red jungle fowl, the ancestor of all modern domestic chickens. They are small and extremely alert, and lack natural enemies. Breeding on various Hawaiian islands.
Originally, no one paid much attention to these pheasants. They lived in tropical jungles far away from human habitation, and the lack of food effectively limited their population.
But with two hurricanes in the 1980s and 1990s, many chicken farms and residents' backyards on the island were destroyed, causing a large number of domestic chickens to escape into the wild.
After 2000, people were surprised to find that the number of wild chickens on Kauai had greatly increased, as well as their size.
These guys are everywhere on the island, wandering around residential areas and orchards, and even appearing in parking lots.
The residents of Kauai regard these wild domestic chickens as a kind of mascot, printing them on various products, postcards, T-shirts, and even a popular children's TV show The hosts of the show were all named "Cock Russell".
"So, these chickens are not protected?" Jack felt relieved after hearing this. He just bought two chickens. Don't let the chicken seller be fooled. They were also very enthusiastic to help him dispose of the chickens. Gotta be clean.
"It depends on the place. If it is in a nature reserve, these chickens are pheasants and are prohibited from being caught. But if they run into developed areas or private lands, they are considered to be 'running wild'. You can kill them at will.”
Kono took two slices of bread and a jar of mayonnaise from the refrigerator, looking at the big pot of chicken soup in front of him with a tangled expression.
“Don’t you try it?” Jack looked at her doubtfully. There seemed to be nothing taboo about chicken soup. According to this girl’s age, she shouldn’t have gout.
"It seems too greasy." Kono swallowed hard, hesitated for a long time and chose to open the mayonnaise and prepare to spread it on the bread.
"Greasy?" Jack looked at the chicken soup with a golden layer of oil that whetted his appetite, and then at the mayonnaise on Kono's hand and the black line on his forehead.
This girl was holding a super calorie bomb and told herself that the chicken soup was too greasy. Did she make something wrong?
He waved to Kono, took the jar of mayonnaise from her hand, put it in his palm, and asked seriously, "Do you know what this is made of?" "Egg yolk. Is it possible?" Isn't it?" The girl looked confused, and even Danny and Cheng Hao, who were happily eating chicken, cast curious glances.
Jack glanced at the simple kitchen and found that all the ingredients were ready. He sighed and took out a large cup, "Let me perform a magic trick for you."
I saw him cracking two eggs into the cup, neatly removing the egg whites and leaving only the yolks. Under the stunned gazes of the three people, he poured a small pound of salad oil into it, then added a few tablespoons of sugar and a small amount of of salt, vinegar and juice, then stir quickly.
What surprised them was not Jack's amazing hand speed and endurance that was comparable to an egg beater, but watching helplessly as they watched, in less than ten minutes, a large cup of mayonnaise with full color, fragrance and flavor was completed. .
"Greasy?" Jack scooped up a spoonful of the finished product and handed it to Kono, "Have a taste."
Kono subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked it, and was surprised to find the egg yolk he had made. The sauce tastes almost the same as what she usually eats.
“Salad dressing, Thousand Island dressing, tartar sauce and all the Western-style sauces you have eaten are basically made this way. With the same plate of vegetables, the salad looks very healthy, right?
But if you switch to Chinese stir-fry cooking, the actual amount of oil used is less than one-third of this, and sugar is basically not used. Moreover, after finishing a plate of stir-fry, some of the oil will remain on the plate.
You will lick the sauce clean, but you will definitely not drink the greasy vegetable soup, right? "
After Jack finished speaking, he gave Kono a large bowl of chicken soup, and then pushed the fried chicken offal that had been eaten for a third by Cheng Hao in front of her, "Most of the oil on the two chickens is I took it out and fried this plate of chicken giblets separately without using any additional cooking oil. "
Danny and Cheng Hao are okay, Kono is already there covering his face, "God, what else can I eat in the future? ”
Jack also shared the ingredients for cakes and biscuits with bad intentions, basically clearing out the three people’s daily recipes, causing a burst of protests.
While everyone was enjoying the food and joking that the position of the shot that Jack received was too unlucky, and that if it were a little more off-center, he might be able to stay in Hawaii and work as a chef for everyone, Danny's phone rang.
Seeing the caller number, he quickly raised his index finger to his lips to signal everyone to be quiet, and then pressed the answer button, "Good evening, Mr. Governor. Okay, no problem, we'll leave right away."
"What happened?" Jack had an ominous premonition when he saw his expression freeze for a moment and then turn serious again.
Danny looked at Cheng Hao and Kono, and finally turned to Jack as stiffly as if his neck was rusty, "I heard that you have dealt with the CDC several times?"
As soon as he heard that With the abbreviation of CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention), Jack's smile froze on his face, and he made a dry joke that was not very funny, "Is it still too late for me to change my ticket to tonight?"
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"I think you might have to stay here for a while." Danny patted him on the shoulder and picked up his car keys.
(End of this chapter)