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Liked for the beef, but more this (haha):

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I'm sure your's was great, but hotpot in china provinces is awful. I could tell stories that nobody here want's to hear. I'm having flashbacks!

I want to hear! I had hotpot twice this weekend - one was duck hotpot (with a whole duck inside) at a little village place I discovered eight years ago and to which I've introduced at least a hundred happy customers, and the other was a fancy Cantonese-style seafood hotpot that was tasty, but in more of that bland way that makes you think you're supposed to have a "more refined" palate to really appreciate it fully.

I've probably eaten various kinds of hotpot roughly a hundred times in six or seven provinces over the last eight years and while about 5% of those were fairly poor and another 15% underwhelming, I've never had a downright BAD experience with hotpot. Sure, sometimes you experience the "Chongqing Sting" about 24 hours later if you had too much of a particularly spicy hotpot, but I still think it's a worthwhile tradeoff as long as you're not on a train when it strikes.

Incidentally, ship some of those stuffed cabbages overseas for me, willya? I think I became unfaithful to my wife when I saw those photographs.

Ha! No bamboo rats, dog, random reptiles, or fish ball is this one! ;)

Boo! It's not as fun if you know what all of your food looked like before it came to the table! Some of the best hotpot I've had has featured dog (and probably bamboo rats too, let's be honest :D)!
 
I want to hear! I had hotpot twice this weekend - one was duck hotpot (with a whole duck inside) at a little village place I discovered eight years ago and to which I've introduced at least a hundred happy customers, and the other was a fancy Cantonese-style seafood hotpot that was tasty, but in more of that bland way that makes you think you're supposed to have a "more refined" palate to really appreciate it fully.

We had hotpot almost every day in and around Hefei (do you know where that is?). The chicken in there was brutally butchered! Anything that looked like meat was inedible. I asked what the floating tube was and was told that it was an organ from some animal. It was thick and full of something - no, it wasn't like a little sausage floating in there :) I remember one guy at another table kept spitting stuff he didn't want right on the floor of the restaurant and nobody seemed to mind. One of the lunch places we went for hotpot was the dirtiest restaurant I've ever been too.

Anyway, I've had some great food in China and some really bad, and hotpot is a mystery stew that I don't ever want to see again. No idea whats lurking under the broth.
 
oven style "pulled pork"
1.5 kg pork shoulder/chuck
1 table spoon of salt
1 tablespoon of dark sugar
1 tablespoon of paprika(hot).

put half of the spices on the meat, save the rest.
30 minutes on hot oven 200 c, then in a roasting bag and 5 hours in a 135 c oven.
Mix the juices with the rest of the spices, pull the pork and cool it in the fridge for at least half a day :D

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We had hotpot almost every day in and around Hefei (do you know where that is?). The chicken in there was brutally butchered! Anything that looked like meat was inedible. I asked what the floating tube was and was told that it was an organ from some animal. It was thick and full of something - no, it wasn't like a little sausage floating in there :) I remember one guy at another table kept spitting stuff he didn't want right on the floor of the restaurant and nobody seemed to mind. One of the lunch places we went for hotpot was the dirtiest restaurant I've ever been too.

Anyway, I've had some great food in China and some really bad, and hotpot is a mystery stew that I don't ever want to see again. No idea whats lurking under the broth.

Hefei's the capitol of Anhui province, right? Anhui's like coal-rush Pennsylvania: there's some beautiful stuff to see (Yellow Mountain - hands-down the most beautiful place I've ever been - is there), but a lot of the province is lower-class coal miner culture and you're going to see lower quality food and table manners because of it.

That said, while the current etiquette is to spit or place (with your chopsticks) bones and gristle on your plate or (in some places) the table, spitting that stuff on the floor was considered perfectly acceptable manners in many places even up until a few years ago. If it's a nice restaurant, it's tacky, but if the floors are bare concrete you'll see it happening. It's actually more sanitary than spitting that stuff on the table, because anything that touches the table is more likely to spread germs to fellow diners while anything spit on the floor can just be swept up between customers.

As for the mystery meat, I can't comment because I didn't see it, but stuff like that is often the organs of the chicken. You might have even been seeing the underdeveloped eggs if it was a hen, though roosters are more typical for eating. Either way, creepy, evasive-sounding answers like "some organ from an animal" from locals or guides often just mean that the person doesn't know how to say it in English, while it may well be something that's perfectly normal to eat (even if that's not the case in your home culture).

Personally, if I take people who aren't yet savvy in Chinese food culture to eat hotpot, I either tell them what everything is before they eat it, or I eat it in front of them before devilishly encouraging them to do the same if it's something I think they'll enjoy but that they probably wouldn't eat if they knew what it was (typically organs).
 
I thought it was bad form in Asian countries to tell people what they are eating before they try it. I thought this is because it is offensive to not eat or at least try what is put in front of you.
 
Hefei's the capitol of Anhui province, right? Anhui's like coal-rush Pennsylvania: there's some beautiful stuff to see (Yellow Mountain - hands-down the most beautiful place I've ever been - is there), but a lot of the province is lower-class coal miner culture and you're going to see lower quality food and table manners because of it.

That said, while the current etiquette is to spit or place (with your chopsticks) bones and gristle on your plate or (in some places) the table, spitting that stuff on the floor was considered perfectly acceptable manners in many places even up until a few years ago. If it's a nice restaurant, it's tacky, but if the floors are bare concrete you'll see it happening. It's actually more sanitary than spitting that stuff on the table, because anything that touches the table is more likely to spread germs to fellow diners while anything spit on the floor can just be swept up between customers.

As for the mystery meat, I can't comment because I didn't see it, but stuff like that is often the organs of the chicken. You might have even been seeing the underdeveloped eggs if it was a hen, though roosters are more typical for eating. Either way, creepy, evasive-sounding answers like "some organ from an animal" from locals or guides often just mean that the person doesn't know how to say it in English, while it may well be something that's perfectly normal to eat (even if that's not the case in your home culture).

Personally, if I take people who aren't yet savvy in Chinese food culture to eat hotpot, I either tell them what everything is before they eat it, or I eat it in front of them before devilishly encouraging them to do the same if it's something I think they'll enjoy but that they probably wouldn't eat if they knew what it was (typically organs).

I think I need to eat out with you. There is very little that I won't eat (animal parts-wise). Sounds like an interesting tour-de-consumables.
 
I did the same this morning, for a batch of chili I'll make in a couple days. 3 poblanos, 6 jalapeno, 2 red bell peppers roasted, then pureed with a couple sweet onions that were sautéed in butter and bacon fat. I prefer a less chunky chili, hence the puree.

I like to knock that out and let all those flavors marry for a couple days.


Sounds close to the same recipe, but I did not roast my bell peppers of jalapeños and used fewer jalapeños at my wife's request. I started with a Guy Fierier recipe but will tweet it a little in the future. But man it's an awesome recipe as it stands on the web!
 
That's a wonderful answer. Thanks for that. My hosts were extremely generous people. I was sincerely humbled by the hospitality I was shown there (been twice). Of course there was a language barrier. Once, in Tianjin, I found a McDonalds and got pancakes. There was no way to get syrup. Nobody there knew the word in english, and there was no picture to point at. I tried comically for at least a minute, then gave up and ate them with butter (I was dying to have anything but kimchi for breakfast again).

Here's my host from the trip to Hefei. He was a bit of a nerdy guy, me too, and he took me out to a Hefei night club, taught me how to play a drinking dice game similar to liar's poker. I got good at it quickly, he puked, we got out of there, but not before Gangnam Style came on the juke box and the fake customers hit the stage. Great night in Hefei!



Hefei's the capitol of Anhui province, right? Anhui's like coal-rush Pennsylvania: there's some beautiful stuff to see (Yellow Mountain - hands-down the most beautiful place I've ever been - is there), but a lot of the province is lower-class coal miner culture and you're going to see lower quality food and table manners because of it.

That said, while the current etiquette is to spit or place (with your chopsticks) bones and gristle on your plate or (in some places) the table, spitting that stuff on the floor was considered perfectly acceptable manners in many places even up until a few years ago. If it's a nice restaurant, it's tacky, but if the floors are bare concrete you'll see it happening. It's actually more sanitary than spitting that stuff on the table, because anything that touches the table is more likely to spread germs to fellow diners while anything spit on the floor can just be swept up between customers.

As for the mystery meat, I can't comment because I didn't see it, but stuff like that is often the organs of the chicken. You might have even been seeing the underdeveloped eggs if it was a hen, though roosters are more typical for eating. Either way, creepy, evasive-sounding answers like "some organ from an animal" from locals or guides often just mean that the person doesn't know how to say it in English, while it may well be something that's perfectly normal to eat (even if that's not the case in your home culture).

Personally, if I take people who aren't yet savvy in Chinese food culture to eat hotpot, I either tell them what everything is before they eat it, or I eat it in front of them before devilishly encouraging them to do the same if it's something I think they'll enjoy but that they probably wouldn't eat if they knew what it was (typically organs).
 
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That's a wonderful answer. Thanks for that. My hosts were extremely generous people. I was sincerely humbled by the hospitality I was shown there (been twice). Of course there was a language barrier. Once, in Tianjin, I found a McDonalds and got pancakes. There was no way to get syrup. Nobody there knew the word in english, and there was no picture to point at. I tried comically for at least a minute, then gave up and ate them with butter (I was dying to have anything but kimchi for breakfast again).

Here's my host from the trip to Hefei. He was a bit of a nerdy guy, me too, and he took me out to a Hefei night club, taught me how to play a drinking dice game similar to liar's poker. I got good at it quickly, he puked, we got out of there, but not before Gangnam Style came on the juke box and the fake customers hit the stage. Great night in Hefei!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvMVtP-GltQ

Mmmmm..... Kimchi for breakfast. My coworkers might hate me... But that happens all to frequently!
 
That's a wonderful answer. Thanks for that. My hosts were extremely generous people. I was sincerely humbled by the hospitality I was shown there (been twice). Of course there was a language barrier. Once, in Tianjin, I found a McDonalds and got pancakes. There was no way to get syrup. Nobody there knew the word in english, and there was no picture to point at. I tried comically for at least a minute, then gave up and ate them with butter (I was dying to have anything but kimchi for breakfast again).

Here's my host from the trip to Hefei. He was a bit of a nerdy guy, me too, and he took me out to a Hefei night club, taught me how to play a drinking dice game similar to liar's poker. I got good at it quickly, he puked, we got out of there, but not before Gangnam Style came on the juke box and the fake customers hit the stage. Great night in Hefei!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvMVtP-GltQ

Haha, that does indeed sound like a night out at a Chinese night club! Liar's Dice and way-overpriced cheap beer/watered down whiskey until someone's under the table, while the "entertainers" are dancing and singing to old pop songs at strategic spots throughout the venue. Depending where you are and how skeezy the club is, upwards of 50% (I totally made that statistic up) of the "patronage" may be there to get paid, if you know what I mean.

Funny that they wouldn't have been able to get you syrup for your pancakes at the Mickey D's in Tianjin - usually they have someone who speaks enough English to help with something like that, and one would think they'd recognize that the syrup they have stocked is intended to go with the pancakes. If you ever come back and find yourself in the same situation, the word is táng jiāng.

I thought it was bad form in Asian countries to tell people what they are eating before they try it. I thought this is because it is offensive to not eat or at least try what is put in front of you.

I've never heard this in particular, but it is considered good face to at least try everything on the table, and VERY bad face to refuse something that's been put in your bowl by a host, although you can usually get around it by leaving it, and some other stuff, in your bowl at the end of the meal; an empty bowl traditionally indicates that there's not enough food on the table. If the guest is a foreigner who is new to China, though, there's a great deal of understanding among most hosts that some foreigners will not want to eat certain foods, so a third party telling them what's on the table, or even an outright refusal from the guests, may be accepted gracefully without any significant loss of face.

I think I need to eat out with you. There is very little that I won't eat (animal parts-wise). Sounds like an interesting tour-de-consumables.

Haha, come to China and you'll have plenty of opportunities to eat stuff that's hard to find in the US. Really, though, a lot of Chinese restaurants stateside will prepare and serve this stuff if you know how to ask for it. The trick is in the knowing.

On topic of what I cooked this weekend, lately I've been slicing tomatoes, tossing them on French bread with olive oil, minced garlic, leafy greens, salt, pepper, Italian seasoning, often some kind of meat like (pre-cooked) bacon or smoked salmon, and cheese, then baking them in the oven. It's like a classier version of French bread pizza and tastes way better, and they only take about five minutes to prep. Best of all, my wife, who is my biggest critic when I cook (she spends an hour making dinner, I say "thanks honey, it's delicious!" even if it's not. I spend an hour making dinner, she says "it's not very good, why didn't you make it better?" even if I think it turned out excellently), likes these. It's refreshing to make food and receive thanks or praise rather than critique.
 
while the "entertainers" are dancing and singing to old pop songs at strategic spots throughout the venue. Depending where you are and how skeezy the club is, upwards of 50% (I totally made that statistic up) of the "patronage" may be there to get paid, if you know what I mean.

Of the many things that we (HBT) would find foreign, this one stands out. Most of the clientele in that club were clearly being paid to be there. AFAIK, the never happens here.

When in Beijing, I was riding a bike through the city and stumbled (almost literally) on a concrete ping pong table in a park. I had arrived on a competition between two guys, and when they were done the victor invited me to play him. He was clearly really good, having run the table.

Before I tell you what you will not believe, I'll preface it by saying I'm a very good ping pong player. I've played my whole life, made a study of it, practiced almost every day. I have a top-notch aluminum table with 3-star (or better) balls, paddles that are updated yearly (rubber ages!), etc.

He kicked my ASS :) Same happened later at a gymnasium looking place that looked like it was built for basketball but had just two pp tables in it. I had to change my shoes before they'd let me in. I learned some serve spin from that chinese dood. Today, I still use that toss/curve thing I learned from him.
 
He kicked my ASS :)

Some stereotypes are grounded in fact. ;) Ping pong and badminton are really popular here, and people who play them regularly will absolutely murder you on the court or table. It's not that all Chinese are good at these games, but if you see someone playing, they probably play it a lot, and they're playing with other people who are really good so an inexperienced outsider doesn't stand a chance.

A buddy and I, both of us young, pretty-athletic six-footers, had been playing a lot of badminton for a few months when we were invited to play against a couple sixty year old women who basically lived in that gym. I think the final score was 21-2. We didn't play much badminton after that because we pretty much got laughed off the court anytime we stepped foot in that gym for the next half a year until he moved back to the States.
 
I started with a Guy Fierier recipe but will tweet it a little in the future. But man it's an awesome recipe as it stands on the web!

I had a feeling you were using that recipe as a base, because that's exactly what I do. I used to make my own, which was somewhat similar, but nowhere close with the depth of flavors. I saw his and tried it a few years back, and LOVED it. Now I use that as my base and tinker around with it just a bit. I don't stray too far though, since it's totally a winner in itself, like you said.
 
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