Chapter 990 Hawaii’s “passionate” retention

"You know, even old Tavole's cooking skills may not be as good as yours when he was young. He is better at making chili sauce. Many of the sauces on the shrimp rice trucks here come from his secret recipe."

Danny grabbed a big chicken leg and gnawed it until his mouth was full of oil. Cheng Hao was obviously better at eating than him. After pulling off a complete chicken wing, he filled himself with a large bowl of chicken soup, and then stared at it again. The fried chicken on the side looks even better.

Jack was also very satisfied with today's pot of chicken soup. These old guys didn't know how to raise it. Ordinary domestic chickens are usually eaten when they grow to three or four pounds, but the two he picked weighed more than nine pounds in total. , this practice lasts for at least two and a half years.

And he couldn't tell the breed of this chicken at all. It didn't look like the white-feather chickens common in North America, and it looked very different from Rock chickens (Reed chickens).

"It should be a kind of pheasant on Kauai. They are very adapted to the local environment. Some chicken farmers will mix these chickens with their own chickens to prevent diseases."

Cheng Hao, a local man, heard Jack talk about this and enthusiastically started to educate him about it.

About a few hundred years ago, the earliest indigenous people of the Hawaiian Islands, the Polynesians, crossed the vast sea and first came to this paradise.

They brought crops such as taro and sweet potatoes, as well as livestock and poultry such as dogs, pigs, and chickens.

The domestic chickens raised by the Polynesians were different from common domestic chickens today, and were closer to the red jungle fowl, the ancestor of all modern domestic chickens. They were small and extremely alert, and lacked natural predators. They quickly bred on various islands in Hawaii. got up.

Originally, no one paid much attention to these pheasants. They lived in tropical jungles far away from human habitation, and the lack of food effectively limited their population.

But with two hurricanes in the 1980s and 1990s, many chicken farms and residents' backyards on the island were destroyed, causing a large number of domestic chickens to escape into the wild.

After 2000, people were surprised to find that the number of wild chickens on Kauai had greatly increased, as well as their size.

These guys are everywhere on the island, hanging around residential areas, orchards, and even appearing in parking lots.

The residents of Kauai regard these wild domestic chickens as a kind of mascot, printing them on various products, including postcards, T-shirts, and even the host of a popular children's TV show. Named "Rooster Russell".

"So, these chickens are not protected?" Jack felt relieved after hearing this. He just bought two chickens. Don't let the chicken seller be fooled. They were also very enthusiastic to help him dispose of the chickens. Gotta be clean.

"It depends on where they are. If they are in a nature reserve, these chickens are pheasants and are prohibited from being caught. But if they run into developed areas or private lands, they are considered 'roiling domestic chickens.' You can Kill at will.”

Kono took two slices of bread and a jar of mayonnaise from the refrigerator, looking at the large pot of chicken soup in front of him with a tangled expression.

"Don't you want to try it?" Jack looked at her doubtfully. There seemed to be nothing taboo about chicken soup. According to this girl's age, she probably wouldn't have gout.

"It looks too greasy." Kono swallowed hard and hesitated for a long time before choosing to open the mayonnaise and prepare to spread it on the bread.

"Greasy?" Jack looked at the chicken soup with a golden layer of oil on it, which immediately whetted one's appetite, and then at the mayonnaise on Kono's hand and the black line on his forehead.

This girl was holding a super calorie bomb and told herself that the chicken soup was too greasy. Did she make something wrong?

He waved to Kono, took the jar of mayonnaise from her hand, put it in his palm, and asked seriously, "Do you know what this is made of?"

"Egg yolk, isn't it?" The girl looked confused, and even Danny and Cheng Hao, who were happily eating chicken, cast curious glances.

Jack glanced at the simple kitchen and found that all the ingredients were ready. He sighed and took out a large cup, "Let me perform a magic trick for you."

I saw him cracking two eggs into the cup, neatly removing the egg whites and leaving only the yolks. Under the stunned gazes of the three people, he poured a small pound of salad oil into the cup, then added a few tablespoons of sugar and a small amount of of salt, vinegar and juice and stir quickly.

What surprised them was not Jack's amazing hand speed and endurance, which was comparable to that of an egg beater, but how they watched helplessly as they watched a large cup of mayonnaise with full color, flavor and flavor completed in less than ten minutes.

"Greasy?" Jack scooped up a spoonful of the finished product and handed it to Kono, "Taste it."

Kono subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked it, and was surprised to find that the taste of the mayonnaise he made was almost the same as what she often ate.

“Salad dressing, Thousand Island dressing, tartar sauce and all the Western-style dressings you have eaten are basically made this way. The same plate of vegetables and salad looks very healthy, right?

But if you switch to Chinese stir-fry cooking, the actual amount of oil used is less than one-third of this, and sugar is basically not used. Moreover, after finishing a plate of stir-fry, some of the oil will remain on the plate.

You will lick the sauce clean, but you will definitely not drink the greasy vegetable soup, right? "

After speaking, Jack gave Kono a large bowl of chicken soup, and then pushed the fried chicken offal that had been eaten by Cheng Hao for a third in front of her, "I took out most of the oil from the two chickens and fried them separately. The chicken was mixed and no extra cooking oil was used. ”

Danny and Cheng Hao were okay, but Kono was already covering his face, "God, what else can I eat in the future?"

Jack also maliciously shared the ingredients of cakes and cookies, basically clearing the three people's daily diet, causing a protest.

Just as everyone was enjoying the food and joking that Jack was shot in an unfortunate position, if it was a little more off, he might stay in Hawaii to be a chef for everyone, Danny's phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, he quickly put his index finger on his lips, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then pressed the answer button, "Good evening, Mr. Governor. Okay, no problem, we'll leave right away."

"What happened?" Jack saw his expression freeze in an instant, and then turned serious, and he already had an ominous premonition.

Danny looked at Cheng Hao and Kono, and finally turned to Jack with a very stiff neck as if it was rusted, "I heard that you have dealt with the CDC several times?"

When Jack heard the abbreviation of CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention), his smile froze on his face, and he made a dry joke that was not very funny, "Is it too late for me to change my flight ticket to tonight?"

"I think you may have to stay here for a while." Danny patted his shoulder and picked up his car keys.