Da dinglebout itiz you doono nee dabun.
Minced beef.
Hamburger, you big silly.
It has pinches of things, this and that, things that scare people so they don't keep them around. People have spice racks, yes, I see them. If your spice rack set has things like dry leafy parsley or dry basil or dry leafy cilantro, then throw those things away. It means nobody knows what they're doing. Those things lose most their essence quickly and they are always available fresh and inexpensively. Those things you throw in your shopping basket all the time at least one or or two without even thinking.
But now the spices are on the surface. So they burn. Not mixed inside the meat because I didn't want to mix the beef at all, just compress it. No messing around at all. So all spices are surface and they tend to burn so I stand there and spritz the pan with sake which steams up the whole place and permeates the meat patty and prevents catastrophic scorching while assuring the meat is cooked through with steam. And you can smell what it's doing.
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