Quick hot water blanching in Zhangzhou
I was born in Zhangzhou, Fujian, and I'm someone who has eaten my way through the entire city.
Zhangzhou has many old eateries with shabby storefronts and simple decor. Sometimes, you even have to hunch over while eating at low tables set up by the roadside.
People often say that the storefront reflects the qualityâhow could a place with ugly, worn-out decor possibly serve good food? But in Zhangzhou, that's not the case! Old shops don't rely on appearances; they depend on genuine, delicious flavors.
My favorite spot is tucked away in a small alley near the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. Since elementary school, my dad has been taking me there for breakfast. The owner is an auntieâsturdy but not overweightâwho always wears a bright pink apron. Her helpers are all women around her age, perhaps her friends or relatives.
Every morning at six, she opens the shop. The place is tiny, with no air conditioningâjust fans, hanging lights, and an old sterilizer for bowls and chopsticks. When I was in school, I'd finish washing up and arrive around 6:30. Right about then, the meat delivery cart would creak in, loaded with fresh beef, pork, and pork intestines. The helpers would fetch them, soaking and hand-washing the intestines in water, while the owner started blanching the most popular item: beef.
This shop specializes in fresh blanched meats and also serves mixed noodles. With a flick of her wrist, the auntie could prepare a bowl of noodles and a pot of soup in just a minute. The ingredients seemed simple. My dad and I tried to recreate the flavors at home but never succeeded. Her secret recipe, unchanged for over a decade, was inexplicably deliciousâeven without any obvious spices. To this day, I still frequent her shop.
I always wondered how such ordinary ingredients could produce such an addictive taste. It wasnât until I returned home after being away, woke up late one day, and craved her blanched meats but felt too lazy to walk over. I asked my dad, "Can you buy me a portion?" He hopped on his motorcycle and returned ten minutes later, saying, "They close at noonâcouldnât get any. Letâs eat something else."
Puzzled, I asked, "Dad, why do they close so early? Donât they want to make money? The place is always packed!"
He pushed the door open again and, before leaving, told me, "They close early to keep the ingredients fresh."
It was then that it suddenly hit me. No wonder there were no freezers or storage containers in the shopâall the ingredients were bought fresh that very morning!
