... the fat melted, oil came out of it, a pleasant aroma floated in the air.
The highlander slapped himself on the forehead, noting that he had forgotten about the salt; he urgently needed to run to the mountains to find a little.
Shir Ali, for fun, snapped his fingers and thought "I want pink Tibetan salt, 200 grams right now!" He straightened his palm ... and received nothing.
"Of course, this is not magic, it is a dream! And if it is a dream, then I can control it! After all, Carlos César Salvador Arana Castañeda wrote about it. But apparently this is still not a dream, but a pity" in Shir Ali's head there were thoughts.
He grinned. Of course, this is not a dream ... a miracle did not happen. The system did not appear ... and where did it come from the cultivator. Moreover, he did not receive cultivation thanks to work, but only thanks to the meat of the king of the desert eaten and the dissolved historical artifact of the spirit class.
The highlander darted into the house, he soon brought out the already ground salt, along with the thyme.
Fat turned into oil, cracklings appeared, their highlander deftly picked up a large spoon made of willow branches, caught and laid on a dish.
They gleamed appetizingly in the sun. From above, he sprinkled them with salt with thyme, pulled a scarf from his bosom, unfolded it. There lay rolled up two large nans. Tearing one cake into several parts, the highlander poured cracklings on top of them and gave his guest a try.
Shir Ali was glad of such an amazing and smelling gift. The texture was supple, it refreshed the throat, in addition, it had healing properties for treating bronchi during chronic bronchitis. It gave strength to man. Of course, such a snack was possible if a person would then spend the received energy. For training on hardening the body, hiking in the mountains, working in the field or the steppe. Then a lot of energy is spent and the calories obtained to go to the formation of muscles and not fat. For lovers of sitting on sofas, such an appetizer is fatal. They become fatter. kilograms are added, obesity of the liver and the appearance of the second type of diabetes are possible.
Previously, people could hardly get food and spend it on increasing their strength for survival, shaping the structure of the body. So that you can work effectively in the field or hunt in the mountains. And do not overgrow with fat.
While they had a quick snack, the highlander poured sesame oil into the pot. He mixed everything with a spoon, two types of oil - vegetable and animal. From this, the taste becomes more saturated.
The highlander could detect by eye when the oil was ready, hot enough for frying.
Pilaf is the only dish in the kingdom of Tsao that combines four cooking methods in one meal. Frying, Stewing, Cooking, Steaming.
He threw the onion into the pot, began to fry it until it became almost transparent like glass and soft.
Next came the meat and internal fat. The meat was pulp and a pair of large cerebral bones. Their mountaineer fried until a golden crust appeared on all sides. The meat oozed with its natural juices.
Pleasantly pleasing to the eye, the highlander threw white carrots into the cauldron and then fried the red one until soft.
And then, Shir Ali bulged out his eyes, instead of pouring boiling water over the meat and vegetables, they poured a lot of carrot juice.
The highlander went to the house, on the terrace of which hung bundles of dried vegetables, tore off a little red hot pepper, took a little garlic, 5 heads, several dried apricots.
He put all this into a boiling pot, he plucked two large quinces from a tree, cut them with a knife, and left a seedbox and also put them into a boiling pot.
I removed part of the branches so that the fire under the pot was smooth, small, but so that the juice boils. Having covered with a wooden lid, the highlander went to wash the long-grained, pink rice. It somewhat resembled the modern Dehradun variety that grew in the state of Uttar Pradesh, not far from the Sivalik hills, spurs of the Eastern Himalayas. in India.
But this rice was pink; it was translucent and fragrant. The highlander washed it three times in water from a spring. Leaving starch stained water in a thick pink color.
After washing rice three times, the water became clear. Draining the water, the mountaineer covered the washed rice with a small rag.
He took from a rock, a bowl in which saffron was dissolved, and poured rice on it. From which he acquired a noble golden hue. And two aromas of rice and saffron mixed together created a wonderful aroma similar to a frosty morning with the smells of the first flowers of spring.
From the smell in Shir Ali's head everything became clear, he felt a surge of new energy, which began to raise his level of cultivation.
Enough time has passed to complete the game in Paduk on an amateur 13-13 board between the first dan and the amateur beginner with 26 kyus.
After removing the lid, the highlander caught boiled quince from boiling juice, he put barberry in the cauldron, then added cumin, and some brown seedless dry grapes.
After a couple of minutes, he carefully laid rice in the cauldron, leveled it and left it to evaporate under a closed lid.
While the pilaf reached the tedious condition, the highlander again went to his house. He went down to the basement, which was right under the porch of the house. After a while, he went out holding green radishes in his hands. After washing in water, he quickly peeled them off. Shir Ali was not surprised, such radishes could be seen in modern Small-An. They were slightly whitish at the end of the rhizome and had a noble emerald hue in the middle and end of the root.
Highlander cut the radish into bars, then put them in a wooden bowl, salted and poured water from the source.
After washing his hands three times with water, the highlander began to cut quince in pieces.
The girls returned, he told them to set the table inside the house, in the guest room. They told their father "yes, we obey!" Laughing and joking at each other and shooting eyes at Shir Ali, they disappeared inside the house.
The highlander only chuckled at his mustache. Shir Ali was focused on the process of cooking pilaf.
The highlander removed the lid, cleaned the stick from the cherry branch and pierced its rice, he tapped the rice with a spoon. But not hearing the right sound he continued to soar. periodically piercing the surface of rice.
After a couple of minutes, he tapped the rice again but did not get the required sound again.
Then he resolutely gathered the rice with a cone, making a small mountain in the form of Fuji-san, leveled the top and pierced the rice with a twig in many places.
This was done in order to better steamed rice. The aroma was spicy, fresh, evoked sounds in the stomach, Shir Ali directly dripped saliva from his mouth, it was an appetizing look. Red, almost purple rice, glistening with carrot juice. Spirit soared over rice, energy enveloped the cauldron.
The highlander knocked on the mountain again, he made a booming sound, he had been waiting for him for so long! Rice has been cooked! Highlander smiled broadly! He closed the lid of the boiler, removed the fire and left the pilaf to stew for about 30 minutes.
In the meantime, he took a green radish from a bowl, poured water, put chopped bars on a dish. He carried it to the house.
Shir Ali stood near the hearth and looked at the embers, they were reddish in color, slowly turning into grayish embers.
The time has come for serving, the highlander returned with a large dish.