Xiangxi Bacon Fried Rice
by yoyo primary color
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Difficulty
Easy
Time
15m
Serving
1
According to legend, in the late Qing Dynasty, there was a chef named Lasheng in Tongdaxu, Lujiang, who worked as a long-time worker for a wealthy family.
The New Year is almost coming, and La Sheng thought: "I have been working for a year and a year, but the family can't pass the year. Why don't you try to get some meat home." He raised his knife and prepared to cut a piece of meat. He chose a piece of five flowers and three layers, and cut it off with a thick fat head. The meat was cut, and Lasheng was embarrassed again. He thought: Where is this meat?
The kitchen of the rich family is not big, and the front of the stove for cooking is a window facing the south. Lasheng had an idea: he opened the window, smeared the meat with salt, and put it from the window to the side of the smoke ridge on the roof. Regal people have a lot of scheming, and usually send the housekeeper to stare at La Sheng, so it is strictly forbidden to go home before La is born.
As time goes by, Lasheng forgets about putting the meat completely. One day, La Sheng went to the top of the kitchen to dig up the smoke and fontanelles as usual. He suddenly discovered that the piece of meat that was stolen in the twelfth lunar month was still there. It was just because of the smoke and fire, the freezing in winter, and the drying in the summer, the meat became more It's dry and dark, and its shape is small. Lasheng took off the meat, washed it, steamed it in a basket, then cut it into small slices, dipped in sesame oil, sweet vinegar, and topped with condiments. Eat it, hey! It's delicious, it has a special flavor.
It was coincidental that the owner came to the guest and urged La Sheng to hurry up and cook the dishes. The kitchen helper brought the dishes to the table, and even put most of the meat left over from the meat that Lasheng had just eaten. When the owner ate it, it was delicious. The owner was so happy that his chef was able to make this good dish, so he asked: "Master Lasheng, what is this pot of meat?" The Lasheng who was busy in the kitchen listened to it. , My heart was pounding. I dare not frankly tell the truth about the meat that was thrown on the roof in the twelfth lunar month last year and that it was made into this potted vegetable in the twelfth lunar month this year. Seeing the owner’s look more and more interested in eating, he stepped forward and said, "This dish is called...it's bacon."
From then on, the method of making bacon was passed on to Jianghuai, and the bacon was on the table.
I was impressed that the first time I ate bacon was in the ancient city of Phoenix in Xiangxi. The memorable dish of "bacon fried rice" has a strong smoky flavor, and it has a special feeling to eat with big mouthfuls.
The New Year is almost coming, and La Sheng thought: "I have been working for a year and a year, but the family can't pass the year. Why don't you try to get some meat home." He raised his knife and prepared to cut a piece of meat. He chose a piece of five flowers and three layers, and cut it off with a thick fat head. The meat was cut, and Lasheng was embarrassed again. He thought: Where is this meat?
The kitchen of the rich family is not big, and the front of the stove for cooking is a window facing the south. Lasheng had an idea: he opened the window, smeared the meat with salt, and put it from the window to the side of the smoke ridge on the roof. Regal people have a lot of scheming, and usually send the housekeeper to stare at La Sheng, so it is strictly forbidden to go home before La is born.
As time goes by, Lasheng forgets about putting the meat completely. One day, La Sheng went to the top of the kitchen to dig up the smoke and fontanelles as usual. He suddenly discovered that the piece of meat that was stolen in the twelfth lunar month was still there. It was just because of the smoke and fire, the freezing in winter, and the drying in the summer, the meat became more It's dry and dark, and its shape is small. Lasheng took off the meat, washed it, steamed it in a basket, then cut it into small slices, dipped in sesame oil, sweet vinegar, and topped with condiments. Eat it, hey! It's delicious, it has a special flavor.
It was coincidental that the owner came to the guest and urged La Sheng to hurry up and cook the dishes. The kitchen helper brought the dishes to the table, and even put most of the meat left over from the meat that Lasheng had just eaten. When the owner ate it, it was delicious. The owner was so happy that his chef was able to make this good dish, so he asked: "Master Lasheng, what is this pot of meat?" The Lasheng who was busy in the kitchen listened to it. , My heart was pounding. I dare not frankly tell the truth about the meat that was thrown on the roof in the twelfth lunar month last year and that it was made into this potted vegetable in the twelfth lunar month this year. Seeing the owner’s look more and more interested in eating, he stepped forward and said, "This dish is called...it's bacon."
From then on, the method of making bacon was passed on to Jianghuai, and the bacon was on the table.
I was impressed that the first time I ate bacon was in the ancient city of Phoenix in Xiangxi. The memorable dish of "bacon fried rice" has a strong smoky flavor, and it has a special feeling to eat with big mouthfuls.
