Put together large pieces of bamboo shoots, mixed with green and white, and large pieces of meat, alternately fat and thin, add water, and continue to cook until it grumbles, or puffs, puffs, and bubbles come out of the bamboo shoots and out of the meat.
out.
Then the heat, together with the aroma, will permeate the entire room.
You can also add some kelp for seasoning and coloring to make the pot dish fresher and more pleasing to the eye from a color perspective. You can also add some mushrooms for seasoning and flavor.
Then, sprinkle with salt…
This is a very simple way to make bamboo shoots.
Of course, it's a coincidence.
Simple does not mean crude.
Such a simple process, done well, is still one of the best in the world.
In the imperial chef's menu that Mr. Zhang gave to Xu Guangling before, there were seven items about how to make bamboo shoots! This also shows how much bamboo shoots are loved by chefs.
The ways to eat bamboo are not limited to bamboo shoots.
Bamboo joints and leaves can be transformed into all kinds of delicacies. If you expand it a little, you can also produce bamboo insects, bamboo fungus, bamboo tea, bamboo wine, etc.
China has always said that there are several major cuisines, but this distinction is based on region and culture. It is reasonable and reasonable, but it is not pure, so that the phenomenon of complexity and mutual mixing is not uncommon.
But it would be much simpler if we just divided the methods according to the materials.
For example, bamboo, based on the fundamental source of "bamboo", can be composed into a "Bamboo Food" cuisine.
The previous Zhuli Pavilion, or the current Bamboo Forest Island, can both be a pure gourmet garden about bamboo.
At present, there are many food streets all over the country, but in fact, even the food stalls and night markets that are relatively prosperous, and many government-run food streets are in poor condition, and there are many of them that do not open for three days and expect to eat for three days.
A place of abduction.
Suppose there is such a place where all the bamboos in the world are gathered, and then in the forest among the bamboos, all the delicious bamboos in the world are gathered.
Would chefs, gourmets, travel enthusiasts, etc., want to go to such a place? I am afraid that in many people's minds, this may even be a "holy place".
There is currently no such place in China, and there are many more similar places. It can only be said that the so-called China on the tip of the tongue is not yet done well, and this cultural business card that can dominate the world has not yet been laid.
Walking in the bamboo forest, as a half-chef, Xu Guangling unconsciously thought of food from the scene in front of him. The synaesthesia between eyes, mouth and tongue was so magically achieved, which is interesting to think about.
Then, he thought of the "Ten Fungus Clear Soup Noodles" in his dream.
Yunnan is not a kingdom of bamboo and bamboo shoots, but it is truly a kingdom of fungi and rice noodles.
But it's winter now.
Throughout Yunnan, even though there are still fungi growing in a suitable climate and environment, the vast majority of fungi still live quietly in the mountains in the form of spores.
Either on a tree, underground, or among dead leaves.
Looking forward to the arrival of the rainy season next year.
Even though he was very greedy and longed for the implementation of "Ten Fungi Clear Soup" from his dream to reality, Xu Guangling could only sigh about thinking about fungi and wait for the future.
This night, this night, Xu Guangling wandered around.
We went to the old street and Dianchi Lake, and then we started sightseeing with Dianchi Lake as the center. After dawn, we randomly found a small shop to eat a bowl of tofu rice noodles, and then went to the Stone Forest Scenic Area.
In the evening, Xu Guangling left Kunming and started heading north.
This time, Xu Guangling went straight to Jinling without any sightseeing on the road.
The golden powder land of the Six Dynasties, the Imperial River of Jinling.
It is also a big stove in summer. In addition, there is a lot of rain. It is the kind of rain that makes people impressed at once, not the kind in Yunnan and Guizhou. "It rains in the front and stops in the morning. It rains in the night and stops in the day."
Even compared to some other cities in China, many places in it can be described as dirty and messy.
But for Xu Guangling, this is the place where he grew up.
Confucius Temple, Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Qixia Mountain, Yuhuatai... almost every large and small well-known and unknown cultural or natural scenic spot, his parents took him with him and visited them one by one.
He knocked his knees on the steps of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, rolled on the lawn of the bandstand, climbed trees in Qixia Mountain, and rowed a boat in Confucius Temple.
Too many bits and pieces.
At that time, it was just commonplace.
Not only was it unusual, Xu Guangling was also very annoyed at that time.
On a wonderful weekend, wouldn’t it be nice to stay at home, play the piano and listen to music? Or wouldn’t it be nice to lie in bed or on the sofa and read a book?
You have to go out and walk blindly.
So exhausted!
Now, Xu Guangling even hates why his current memory is so good, so that all the memories of his childhood began to rain down when he was about to arrive in Jinling but had not yet arrived.
It eroded his thoughts, eroded his consciousness, eroded his mind, and also eroded his body.
The steps became slower and slower and heavier.
It is obviously a broad, flat and solid road, but when you step on it, it feels like you are walking in mud.
Xu Guangling could walk a thousand miles in one day, but the last more than a hundred miles took him two days.
After the encounter, in recent months, Xu Guangling thought that he would no longer be sad or sad, but until this moment, he realized that he had still overestimated himself too much.
He can't control himself.
When he entered the urban area and stood under the Yangtze River Bridge, with his home already in sight, Xu Guangling suddenly burst into tears.
Then, I couldn't stop no matter what.
There was no crying, no howling, not even choking. It was just that my eyes suddenly lost control at this moment, and then began to disobey and make the whole world in front of me blurry.
It’s not that I’m not sad, it’s just that I haven’t felt sad yet.
It’s not that I’m not sad, it’s just that I haven’t reached the point of being sad.
At this time, here, Xu Guangling once again experienced an emotion that he had not seen for a long time, sad and eroding to his bones.
Jinling, this is a city that carries his entire "past life" memory.
That memory has always been covered in dust, even after Xu Guangling's ability to recall consciousness was surpassed. The memory was too many, too deep, too heavy, and too long, so far away that Xu Guangling had no idea of touching it.
However, at this moment, the seal untied itself without breaking it.
Maybe the so-called seal didn't exist in the first place.
The memories of more than ten years came rushing back like a torrent. Every moment of getting along with his parents dominated Xu Guangling's whole body and mind at this moment.
So much so that he was asked to stand at the bridgehead from noon to dusk.
The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wanderer's body are tightly sewed before leaving, fearing that he will return late. Whoever speaks the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
After six years, Xu Guangling, a wanderer, finally returned belatedly.
But his mother is gone, his father is gone, there is no door to open for him, no lamp to light for him, no warm meal to prepare for him, no two hearts to open for him.
Care and watch.
I am not lonely when I walk thousands of miles, but I feel alone at this moment.
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