Delicious human world: a happy time to inject blood into the intestine

All along, I have a special feeling for the blood sausage in the northeast, and this special feeling probably comes from a vague cognition in my childhood.

When I was a child, every time I killed a chicken, my grandmother always poured unformed eggs and minced meat into the casing and cooked it in a pot with chicken, which also had a special flavor.

My vague childhood memories and warm and beautiful feelings have contributed to my almost paranoid love and pursuit of sausage food.

All kinds of ham sausage, sausage, smoked sausage and sausage are my favorites, so that chicken offal, mutton offal and miscellaneous cuts made from intestines, lungs and hearts are absolutely delicious in my eyes.

When I was in college, I made a joke because of this preference. It was the first year of college. I've just arrived in a strange environment and I'm not familiar with everything. There will inevitably be some exploratory attempts.

I searched the snack street near the school. There are all kinds of snacks everywhere, and the frying is dazzling. The sharp and sultry aroma surrounded me instantly.

The two words on the glass window of a small shop suddenly attracted me. The calligraphy with red background and white edge made me see stars at once. This is obviously an enema!

For an instant, it seems that the world is quiet, only the oil smoke and water vapor on the stove fire and the sound of the spatula colliding when cooking. I was as excited as seeing a long-lost confidant, so I quickly made a copy and sat at the table looking forward to it.

The result is very surprising. Although the taste is not bad, "enema" is not intestines, and even has nothing to do with intestines. It's just a snack made of buckwheat noodles.

Although I feel a little depressed, this experience will not make my love for "intestines" waver at all, and I am still looking for it unremittingly.

Until I ate the pig-killing dish in the northeast, I was deeply attracted by the bloody intestines inside, almost indiscriminate and unreasonable.

The skin of the grayish casing is covered with a dark red, tender and compact blood clot, and the blood clot is picked up with chopsticks, giving off a greasy aroma.

At the entrance, the faint meat fragrance mixed with slight salty hemp whirled in the mouth. The refreshing sauerkraut soup rolls around on the tip of the tongue with the smell of pig blood. Chew gently, and the slight sticky feeling makes people feel practical and pleasant.

This is an unexpected surprise about "intestine", a fresh taste and experience, and a warm omen. Since then, the warm feeling of blood sausage has entered the category of my "stomach" until the deeper I love it, the more I can't stop.

My love for blood sausage continues to this day, especially after marriage. Because my wife is from the northeast and influenced by my parents-in-law, my daughter and I love blood sausage more and more.

At this time, I realized that blood sausage has two flavors. The kind I ate before was called pure blood sausage, while my parents-in-law liked buckwheat noodles and various seasonings, which were more mellow and delicious.

Therefore, when we return to the Northeast every year, we should go to the market early to buy some blood sausage. We steam, cook and fry every day, and turn over the patterns in different ways to satisfy the appetite that has been waiting for a whole year.

Even so, you can't get addicted in just a few days. What is even more regrettable is that the only taste is to hook up greedy insects, but it is not allowed to alleviate greed at any time.

The characteristic of blood sausage is that it should not be stored for a long time. After freezing, it will become loose and its flavor will change greatly. Therefore, we can only sigh and shake our heads.

Later, I tried to mail it once, but after a long journey, the taste was different. My parents-in-law came here once. They carried more than 2,000 miles with ice cubes and brought some.

This time, it's because the time is two days shorter than that of mailing, and the taste is still there. In the end, it was not satisfactory, and I tasted the long-missed blood sausage more than two thousand miles away.

Taste the pure taste in your mouth, and the greedy birthday evokes more emotions in your heart. This is the true feeling that really touched two thousand miles.

Finally, one day, I can taste the authentic homemade northeast blood sausage. This is still the luck and happiness brought by the birth of our son.

Giving birth to a son is like a mountain of orders. We invite our parents-in-law from their hometown in the northeast to wait for the next month and then help us take care of the children.

So, stewed ribs with sauerkraut, stewed mushrooms with chicken, pickled jiaozi, corn flour, millet rice and appetizing pancakes, all of which satisfy my daughter and me.

Even my mother-in-law brought a piece of sauce to show its fresh charm. All kinds of northeast-flavored meals appeared on the dining table in turn, which made us hooked up.

However, I don't know when it started. Everyone felt dissatisfied and always felt that something was missing. This makes us depressed for a long time, and we can't lift our spirits no matter what we do.

"Dad, are we a little greedy?" Or the daughter told the truth: "when I can't even eat blood and intestines, I dare not think about anything." Now I just don't know how to satisfy! "

Her old-fashioned tone, coupled with the expression of hating iron not to produce, made me laugh.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in my mind. "blood sausage!" I grasped the key sensitively, "Yes, my favorite northeast dish!"

I finally know the root cause of the lack of taste in my mouth. So, get out! Go to the supermarket, go to the store where you can buy sauerkraut, and look forward to finding traces of blood sausage.

However, I didn't get it in the end. After running several supermarkets and shops, I came home with great disappointment.

Therefore, I deeply feel that every time I sigh, my strong disappointment is written on my face.

Perhaps it is the same feeling as me, and my father-in-law echoed: "Alas, the blood sausage is not easy to use and I can't let it go. Must sell less! "

My father-in-law looked at me and casually said, "If I can buy blood and intestines, I can fill them myself!" " "

Yes, that's a good idea, too! Change your strategy and ask at the store where you often buy pork. Maybe you can get some blood and intestines from him!

My wife was awakened by us. We asked two or three butcher shops in succession, and everyone was surprised. They looked at us like aliens and seemed particularly confused.

Finally, the owner of a shop served as a soldier in the northeast and ate blood sausage. He could understand our feelings and then agreed to ask.

As if I had completed a major mission, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and left my contact number. All that remains is an anxious and long wait.

From that day on, the whole family expected the familiar number to appear on the screen of the mobile phone, which made everyone ask, "Isn't it?" ! "

Until the phone call came, I felt a little trance and disbelief. When we happily retrieve blood and intestines, two plastic bags filled with them carry our long-awaited expectations.

So under the command of my father-in-law, I was busy for a while. First, empty a large aluminum basin to hold pig blood. I also found several smaller pots for placing and cleaning the intestines in turn.

This suddenly became a general mobilization of the whole family, and the father-in-law was the commander in chief, responsible for the overall scheduling and acceptance. Mother-in-law is the main force, responsible for overall coordination and specific operations.

And my wife and I are guerrillas, belonging to the rear support and doing odd jobs. Daughter and son are cheerleaders and the most curious audience.

After a while, they shouted, "grandma, grandpa asked you to bring the intestines!" " "Look at the bright red pig blood for a while and go straight back.

I wanted to see how the shell was filled with blood for a period of time, and then I covered my eyes in panic. A moment I moved a small stool forward, and a moment I screamed in fear.

The room was filled with laughter. Grandparents smiled kindly and lovingly, my wife and I smiled sadly and helplessly, and the two little guys smiled unscrupulously. These smiles merged into a cheerful melody.

Add salt, vegetable oil, pepper, onion, ginger, minced garlic, appropriate amount of soy sauce and pepper into the blood in a large basin and stir well.

Put baking soda into pig intestines, wash it repeatedly until there is no sundries and odor, and wash it with clear water for later use. Find a soy sauce bucket and cut it open to make a funnel. Find a thin thread to tie the intestines together.

In the meantime, my daughter and son are running around again, hoping to help. As a result, I either knocked over the stool or kicked it to the edge of the washbasin. Tintin Mao Mao smiled and laughed, which added a lot of fun.

The adults were calm, but then they simply sent someone to take care of the little ones, and this task fell on me, so I joined the crowd.

Tie the end of the intestine with a string, slowly pour the seasoned pig blood from the other end through the funnel, and gently shake the intestine while pouring, so that the pig blood can flow.

When the intestine is filled to 80%, leave enough space, then tie it with a rope at the top and tighten it, and then tighten it in the middle.

As the pig blood in the big basin gradually decreases, the intestines in the small basin are just used up. After successful completion, you should pack up your belongings, clean them and put them away for later use. When boiling water, add the filled blood sausage.

Looking at the rolling spray in the pot, the blood sausage is gradually plump, and the long one is round and plump, and the rich aroma in the dense water vapor has begun to emanate.

This hard-won blood sausage has experienced many twists and turns, from fear to asking around, from retrieving raw materials to casting, and then to the fragrance.

At least in the busy time of this big family, it seems that behind the waist and legs, it is no longer a simple food or a simple production process, but a happy time we create.

In this pure time, there are the wisdom and command of the elderly, our hard work and planning, and the innocence and laughter of the children.

In fact, this is home and warmth. 20 19.3. 10