Chapter 195 190. Hang Yi Hang Yi (3/8)

Chapter 195 190. Hang Yi Hang Yi (38)

Hangi is a special delicacy of the Maori people. It is basically digging holes in the ground, then putting hot stones into the stove, and finally putting the wrapped food into the stove, and not adding salt during the cooking process. any condiments, enjoy the original taste of food.

This dish is very time-consuming to make, and it usually takes three or four hours, so if you want to eat it at night, you have to cook it at three or four in the afternoon.

Of course, this dish is very suitable for big pot dishes, and three or four people can shoulder the amount of dozens of people.

Atulu arranged for two women and two men to prepare the dish, and the others had to continue working.

The Maori have a strict division of labor in cooking, which is also their tradition. On the dish of Hangi, the man digs the pit and lights the fire, and the woman prepares the food.

Wang Bo had only eaten Hang Yi once, but had never seen it. He was curious and stood aside to watch.

The two big Maori men first took the shovel and dug the pit very hard. It was half a meter deep and one meter in radius, which was much larger than the tree pit.

These burly men were strong enough, they were like humanoid excavators, they quickly dug the pit, and the two of them took off their clothes to reveal their fat bodies, and they were not afraid of the cold wind, so they worked shirtless.

After digging the hole, the two filled the hole with flammable newspapers, sprinkled wood chips and diesel oil, and then made a shelf on the surface of the hole with wooden strips, placed logs on the shelf, and stacked stones on top of the wood.

These stones are smooth and thin pebbles, gray-black in color. Wang Bo picked up one of his hands to look at it, and then stained it with dust: "Hey, is this a stone that has been burned in firewood?"

A big man smiled and replied in not-so-fluent English: "Yes, the mayor, it was burned. It was used before. It belongs to our family. It has not been destroyed by the earthquake, and it can still be used."

Atulu leaned over and explained: "This is a cooked stone. I have cooked Hangyi rice many times. It carries the delicious food accumulated in the past, which can be used as an introduction."

Lao Wang suddenly realized that this thing should be regarded as the old Maori soup. Some people in his hometown cook pig head meat and pig offal, and they use the old soup as an introduction.

After placing the stones, a big man passed through the reserved passage, and then lit the newspaper on the bottom floor. Because the pit is propped up with wood, the ventilation effect is good, and it burns up when it is ignited.

When the fire was lit, the two big men squatted beside them and warmed themselves by the fire. Lao Wang couldn't help laughing. It turned out that they were not afraid of the cold.

A big man beckoned to him: "Mayor, come to warm up by the fire. You need to warm up by the fire in winter."

Two women moved over two large black iron cages, and they also came over to warm up the fire, and then put vegetables and meat on them.

Wang Bo would not eat other people's meals for nothing. He asked Bowen to drive back and bring the beef and mutton left over from the refrigerator for the past two days. There were so many people and so much meat. More than a hundred catties.

These Maori also knew that the beef and mutton at Sunset Ranch was delicious. Seeing so much meat, they all clapped their hands happily and danced like they were about to have a party.

Put two layers of cabbage leaves on the bottom of the cage, sprinkle a layer of fine salt on top, and then put the beef, mutton, chicken and duck cut into strips and pieces, and sprinkle salt, this time not fine salt but It's a salt block.

In this way, sprinkle a layer of salt, put a layer of meat, and then put some vegetables such as potatoes, eggplants, beans, and cucumbers. These vegetables are wrapped in gauze and arranged in an orderly manner.

Seeing Wang Bo's curiosity, a woman grinned and said, "You don't need to wrap it in gauze, it will crumble when it's cooked, and it's hard to eat. It's easier to wrap it in."

Lao Wang suddenly nodded, gave a thumbs up and praised: "Smart way!"

In this way, the vegetables and meat were placed at intervals, and a thick pile was piled up. The Maori looked at it with a smile on their faces. They really love food.

Because of the use of diesel fuel, the fire was raging, and the firewood burned through quickly. The cobblestones were burned red, which shows the high temperature.

Wang Bo said: "Why not use coal? Smokeless carbon and the like, it is easier to get high temperature."

A big Maori man scratched his head and said, "I haven't used it, and neither have my ancestors."

Wang Bo: "..."

When the stone is hot, the cooking begins. Two big Maori men quickly shoveled the stone to the side with a shovel, and shoveled out the firewood that was still burning inside, and piled them up carefully.

They moved very fast, because they would use these hot stones to steam the meat in the cage later, so the hotter the stones, the better, and the faster they moved, the better.

After shoveling the coal, the two big men put the stone back into the pit, put the cage on the hot stone, covered it with a clean wet sheet, and finally sealed it with the hot soil and hot charcoal dug out earlier.

Wang Bo nodded when he saw this. This is similar to the beggar chicken in some areas of China. He can also use this method to grill fish in his hometown when he was a child. The final fish meat is tender and delicious without any ash.

After the soil was covered, the four Maori went back to plant trees. They probably had delicious food to enjoy. These guys started working very quickly and sang songs in Maori.

The Maori singing is the same as their nation, bold and rough, with uncomplicated changes in the tune, just like roaring, anyway, it’s as refreshing as it is.

Atulu was also singing, or yelling, but he was very clever. He saw that Wang Bo was bewildered and couldn't understand, so he ran over and sang to him in English:

"We come from far oceans in big ships, Ho Ho!

We walked onto this piece of land barefoot, ho ho!

The birds sing here,

people exist here,

You ask me, ho ho!

What is the most important thing in the world?

My answer must be,

That's food, that's food, that's food, ho ho..."

Old Wang stared: "How much do you love to eat? For your ancestors, feelings are not important except for eating?"

Maori like to eat, but they don't know how to eat it, as can be seen from the signature food of this nation, hangi.

In addition to Hang Yi for dinner, they also prepared five-spice sauce pork, stuffed pork belly, manuka tree honey marinated chicken, honey baked potatoes, chilli baked potatoes and other dishes.

These dishes are brought from home by a group, one portion each, and wait until nightfall, when they gather around Hangy's fire pit to eat.

Wang Bo didn't bring any vegetables. Although he provided beef and mutton, he still felt a little sorry, so he asked Anderson to bring a lot of beer.

His boldness won the love and respect of these men. After getting the beer, they came to him to toast one after another. The bottles collided and the hops splashed everywhere.

At this time, someone looked at the sky and said, "Come on, Hang Yi!"

"Hangy! Hangy! Hangy!" a group of Maori shouted excitedly.

Only then did Wang Bo know the origin of the name of this dish, it should be a tone expressing excitement.

When the soil was shoveled off to open the lid, and finally the sheets were lifted, a burst of heat and aroma rushed to the face, overpowering the cold wind for a moment, which greatly increased the appetite.