It's so good, why do you want to eat shaqima?

Xu Zhuo hung up the phone a little speechlessly, and always felt that the tacit understanding between this girl and herself was still a little insufficient.

In the past, when she didn't know hard dishes, she always wanted to eat famous dishes, but now that she has four B-grade signature dishes in hand, she wants to eat Shaqima.

Tsk, a woman's heart is really a needle under the sea.

But since Yu Keke proposed it, he had to find a way to make it.

After all, I took the initiative to call and ask others, if I can't do it, isn't this a slap in the face?

About Shaqima, Xu Zhuo is quite familiar, because he often ate it when he was in elementary school, which was a light luxury snack at that time.

Shaqima is also called Saqima, and the official name of the Qing Dynasty is sugar entanglement.

Many people think it's a Western-style dessert, but it's actually a full-fledged Chinese dessert.

This thing, like a donkey rolling sticky bean bun, is also from the Manchus.

However, when it was transmitted to the capital at that time, it did not take a down-to-earth name like donkey rolling, and the name sugar wrapping was too literary and unacceptable to the public.

That's why it's mistaken for a Western snack.

The three words Shaqima are transliterated from Manchu, and this word has the meaning of cut in Manchu, so Shaqima is actually a kind of cake cutting.

Xu Zhuo can't make shaqima, but the old lady can, because when he was in elementary school, Xu Zhuo ate the shaqima that he ate every day at school was made by the old lady.

After so many years, I don't know if the old lady will do it, but even if she can't, as long as she can remember the method.

Shaqima is a kind of pasta to put it bluntly, and Xu Zhuo has a natural advantage over pasta.

Coupled with the fact that he has the skill of boiling sugar, as long as someone gives him advice, it shouldn't be difficult to make Shaqima.

In order to prevent running away like last time, Xu Zhuo called the old lady in advance.

As a result, they learned that they would return from Yangzhou in two days.

"Grandma, do you still make shaqima? Coco suddenly wants to eat this, if you remember how to make it, I'll go to you right now to learn it." ”

"Of course it will, this is so simple, you just come directly, grandma will teach you to do it. ”

After hanging up the phone, Xu Zhuo packed some small snacks such as donkey rolling sticky bean buns, and a few packets of small dried fish, and by the way, he also packed some mutton and other ingredients.

The weather is so cold, the two old men have to eat more mutton, so that their bodies can be warm.

After everything was ready, Xu Zhuo drove straight to the old lady's house.

Just like last time, as soon as he entered the door, the bear cub stood at the door to block the road and rob.

Maybe it was because of the mutton, after Xu Zhuo took out the dried fish, the bear cub did not get out of the way, but continued to squat at the door and did not let him in.

"If you still eat it, you will become a pig if you eat it again. ”

Xu Zhuo shook the mutton he was carrying and kicked it gently.

As a result, the fat cat straightened up and scratched his pants twice, and meowed in his mouth.

Tsk, the old lady is really used to it.

After changing the slippers and putting the mutton in the refrigerator, Xu Zhuo came to the kitchen, and the old lady had already prepared the ingredients to be used.

Flour, starch, baking powder, eggs, maltose, sugar, raisins, cooking oil.

Except for maltose, which is not commonly used at home, other ingredients are available in almost every house.

This made Xu Zhuo a little surprised, do these to make Shaqima?

It's too easy, right?

"If you want to eat milky flavor, you can put some milk powder into the flour, if you want to eat nuts, you can add it as much as you want when you want to finalize it, and if you want to eat caramel flavor, you can boil out the caramel first, and then boil the sugar again......"

The old lady seems to have a soft spot for this dessert and knows a lot about how to make it.

"When your grandfather was in the capital, I worked as a salesperson in the supply and marketing cooperative, and I often ate shaqima, sticky bean buns, and donkey rolling, and I would do it after a long time. ”

Tsk, if the old lady hadn't taken the initiative to say it today, Xu Zhuo really didn't know that there was such a stubble.

After washing his hands, Xu Zhuo made it under the command of the old lady.

Originally, the old lady wanted to start, but was stopped by Xu Zhuo.

He didn't want to miss such a good learning opportunity, and the old lady's body was not as good as before, so don't be tired.

"Beat a few eggs in a bowl, then beat the same amount of egg yolks, put a small spoonful of baking powder in it, and stir well. ”

Well?

This first step made Xu Zhuo very puzzled, and he knew that making shaqima was actually using eggs and noodles.

And the steps of adding baking powder are also very clear, this is to make Shaqima taste more fluffy.

But what is the operation of beating eggs and then beating the same amount of yolks?

"If you have more egg yolk, the color of the shaqima will be better, the flavor of the egg will be stronger, and the texture will be softer after frying, and it will taste like it melts in your mouth. ”

"Grandma, the supply and marketing cooperatives you worked at back then were snack training classes, right?"

Xu Zhuo was beating eggs while smiling and chatting with the old lady.

"Near the courtyard where we live, an old eunuch from the imperial dining room taught me, saying that it was a secret recipe of the palace. It's a pity that the eunuch is not good, and he died in prison in a few years......"

As soon as Xu Zhuo heard that it was a secret recipe of the palace, he didn't ask anything more, those recipes in the imperial dining room were all pondered by countless people all their lives, and they were definitely better than now.

Unfortunately, due to the war, many snacks and recipes were lost.

The only one left in the world seems to be the recipe that Zhang Zhengde gave himself when he was in Rongcheng.

But the composition of that dish is so general, Xu Zhuo has secretly made it before, but the finished product is nondescript.

I had to give up.

Perhaps only when you master more advanced cooking techniques in the future can you make those court dishes that are covered by clouds and mountains and fog when you look at the name.

While whipping the eggs, Xu Zhuo looked at the old lady and asked, "This baking powder is not a palace secret recipe, right?"

Before the old lady could speak, the old man's voice came from outside the kitchen.

"At that time, there was baking powder, it was all fermented with old noodles, and now everyone is lazy, so they start to use leavening agents like baking powder, if you don't want to use it, you can use yeast powder. ”

After the eggs are beaten, Xu Zhuo pours them into flour, stirs them into a dough with chopsticks, and then kneades them into a slightly softer dough.

Put it in a basin, cover it with plastic wrap, and let it rise for half an hour.

After doing this, Xu Zhuo took out a deeper tray from the cabinet, washed it and wiped it dry, brushed it with a layer of oil, and used it as a mold after Shaqima made it later.

Half an hour later, Xu Zhuo sprinkled a layer of starch on the cutting board, then took the dough out of the basin and rolled it into a two-millimeter-thick sheet with a rolling pin.

After this step was completed, Xu Zhuo had the illusion of making bamboo noodles.

"Zhusheng noodles are different from this one, which has to be repeatedly crushed with bamboo poles to harden the tendons, and when Shaqima makes it, try not to knead the dough to keep the dough fluffy and soft. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he squeezed into the kitchen: "I have some itching skills, how about the next step, let me do it?"

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On the first day of April, I will write some sweet food for you, and I hope you will be sweet every day.