Cooking Oxtails Novels & Stories

His two sons expanded the business landscape of the Changs. Blake's face darkened. How could he not understand such a trick? Without saying a word, Blake took Winson's hand and sat down at the dining table. Chang Yan brought out a pot of stewed turtle shell soup and placed it on the stove mat in the center. The soup had been stewed for more than two hours. The color of the soup was clear, with only a thin layer of oil floating on the surface. The shellfish was quietly sinking in the bottom of the water. There was a circle of white quail eggs beside it, and some green onion was embellished. It looked delicious.

The kitchen became an inferno of frantic activity. Dozens of roasting spits were set ablaze, their orange flames licking high into the stone hoods. Whole elk, wild boar, and quartered oxen were dragged out of the ice cellars, their raw flesh glistening under the torchlight. Heavy iron cauldrons boiled over with spiced wine, fat, and blood-root stew. Overseers ran through the narrow aisles with leather crops, shouting orders, shoving cooks, and kicking sleeping hounds out of the way.

The effect she has on him with just her eyes is beyond him, really. "Well, almost but I'll let this slide. I made Edikang Ikong soup, your fave." She beamed again then opened the casserole for him to see the soup where dried fish, stock fish, beef, cow skin and palm oil are swimming in. His stomach growled at the aroma, man, he is more than hungry now at the sight of the food.

Then I rememberd the man with the scar, the rules. “Can I stir that?” I pointed to a pot simmering on the stove. “Yes. But don't let it stick,” Celeste said smiling. I took the wooden spoon as I stirred the sauce. It was rich and red, smelled of tomatoes and wine. “What is this?” “Boeuf Bourguignon. His mother made it on Sundays.” “My mother makes a terrible stew, but we love it,” I stirred, the motion calming. “Food is memory,” Celeste said.

It was weekend and Ophelia had left as she usually did. I was the only one at home. I went to the kitchen, made my way into the refrigerator and take out the food she had made this morning. I took it to the stove. where I was supposed to heat it up. It was tomato sauce, chicken sauce, some fried noodles, coupled with some fruits. I took the fruits and keep them on the kitchen island for them to dissolve so that it will be good for consumption. After heating up everything, I left it inside the pot.

Damin began to listen to what the cooking demonstrator was explaining in the video tutorial, while observing that the ingredients and spices he had prepared were complete. Damin then nodded firmly, “First of all, prepare 500 grams of beef. The most suitable parts of meat for soup are the shanks or ribs, as they produce a rich broth. In addition to the meat, you will need 2 liters of water to boil the meat until tender. The vegetables used include 2 carrots cut into rounds, 2 potatoes cut into cubes, and 100 grams of chickpeas cut into strips. Also add 1 tomato cut into quarters, as well as a small bunch of celery leaves and a stalk of spring onion cut into pieces to give it a fresh aroma.” “

'Luckily, Tail won't give in just because of delicious food. One minute later, Edwin picked up an exquisite bowl and forked a chicken leg. Edwin said to a nurse, "It seems that the chicken soup isn't tasty enough." The nurse explained gently, "Mr. Atherton, we prepared it according to your requirements strictly. We invited a chef from a six-star hotel to cook it. The chef used seventy-three kinds of nutritive ingredients to boil it with a soft fire for seven hours. It was highly concentrated. We not only kept its flavor but also advanced its nutrition. It's extremely nutritive and delicious."

He did that while Mira watched him, she was interested with the meal he was preparing even though she have never tasted it before. Once he was done with that, he add the grounded antelope meat, "were you the one that hunted the antelope?" Mira asked "Yea" he replied and then put the grounded antelope meat on fire to cook Once the meat was cooked through, he added all the other ingredients and simmered it for 15 minute. "very hearty and tastey!" Hugh said and served it for himself and Mira, he left a plate for Alyssa to eat when she comes back.

Then I moved on to my pottage. I wonder if she wants meat in the pottage , well she can just pick them out if she doesn't want it. Chopped my meats into tiny bits, chopped up my vegetable and herbs, oats and water. After that, I started. Placed a pot on the fire and added water and the oats to it. I added my chopped meat too, so it can soften. Mother would kill me if she isn't able to bite through the meat. I covered it to allow it to simmer while I got started with the Tamales.

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.