Hardcore Chinese Moms Best Braised Pork Feet. These braised pork feet are moist, tender and flavorful. They are braised in a slightly sweet and savory master sauce until the skin and meat fall from the bone. Readers alert If you dont like strange parts of the animal, say. It might contain some of words that will make you uncomfortable. A True Story. I heard this story from a client Mr. Jim fake name. Back in the 8. Mr. Jim was working at a very influential Chinese state owned company and was dispatched to the London office to build up a trading network with Chinese buyers. A quick background of China in the 8. China was still very much a planned economy the opposite of a free market and individual income was still extremely low. A job like Mr. Jims meant all kinds of privileges. During the 8. 0s, people could barely move between provinces within China, let alone travel abroad. Until the early 9. Mr. Jim has been living in London for quite a few years and had climbed to a management level. He and his colleagues had arranged to stay at the companys dormitory one tiny room for 6 people. Although crowded, Mr. Table of contents list of illustrations. Un ebook scritto anche ebook o eBook, in italiano libro elettronico, un libro in formato digitale a cui si pu avere accesso mediante computer e dispositivi. Jim was satisfied and happy with his life. The only thing missing was authentic Chinese food, such as braised pigs head and feet. In the end, Mr. Jim finally found a butcher in the suburb of London that sold whole pigs. He was thrilled. From then on, almost every weekend, Mr. Jim and the rest of the management team would drive the companys Mercedes to the butcher to buy several pigs heads for cooking their nostalgic dish braised pigs head. They would then share the pots of stew with the whole company. One day, when the butcher was passing another four pig heads into Mr. Jims hands, he took a whiff and said, Wow, you guys must really have a lot dogsWhy Chinese People like to Eat Strange Parts of the Animal. Everyone who hears the story above laughs out loud. However, after a while, when I thought back, I couldnt help but wonder why Chinese people enjoy eating all kinds of weird parts of the animal head, neck, feet, tail, intestines, blood, you name it For me, Im not a big fan of those parts, but I did have a favorite dish when I was a kid  braised chickens head. Its quite disgusting if you look at the cooking process. Palm Ebook Reader Ware' title='Palm Ebook Reader Ware' />When you look at a bunch of chickens heads in a big pot, you feel them all staring at you eew. Disgusting, but tasty. Especially the brain and Im not even a zombie When I posed this question to my parents, they gave me quite a sad answer because poultry and meat have been so scarce, and starvation has struck so many times in Chinese history. As a result, people learned all kinds of cooking and seasoning techniques to make the inedible or less palatable parts of the animal taste better. People use very strong spices, like chili peppers, cloves, anise, cardamon and peppercorns to cover the stinky smell of intestines and make such offal taste less like itself. Even through the 7. A delicious alternative was cooking fried noodles with lard. For young men who worked on construction sites, pork intestine stew chao gan was the most popular food. Utilizing every part of the animal has become a habit through the modern day. Although food is plentiful and people can choose whatever they like to eat, lots of people still consider pork intestines and chickens feet among the most delicious foods. There is a very popular snack spicy duck neck that comes in small package. You can easily find it  at any 7 eleven store in Beijing. The other famous dish is Szechuan style pigs blood and intestines mao xue wang, boiled in spicy oil. Does it sound scaryThere are many people who prefer this to normal meat dishes. For me, I normally dont eat animal intestines or the strange dishes I mentioned above, but I really love braised pork feet. Again, they look disgusting but are so deliciousI learned the braised pork feet recipe from my mom. As I mentioned above, lots of spices are added in order to eliminate the stinkiness of the meat. This way you wont have to worry about the smell of the pigs feet. The finished dish is as delicious as any pork stew. Its very tender, flavorful, and doesnt taste greasy at all. It goes well with white rice, or could even be served as a snack. I used a pressure cooker in this recipe to reduce the cooking time, but if you dont have a pressure cooker, you can use a wok or dutch oven, braising the meat longer to achieve the same result. I like the pork feet to be cooked until very soft, so I often boil them until the meat and skin fall off the bones. This recipe is one of the recipes from my Moms Best series. In this series, I collect family recipes handed down from my grandma to my dad, then to my mom, and now, to me. In the same series, you can also find. Moms best braised chicken stew with mushrooms, Moms best braised pork spare ribs, Moms best braised duck leg, and Moms best beef stew with tendon. More family recipes are on the wayChinese Style Braised Pork Feet. Author Omnivores Cookbook. Recipe type Main. Cuisine Chinese. Chinese Shaoxing wine or Japanese sake2 teaspoons salt. Place pork feet and ginger slices in a large pot and add water to cover pork feet. Bring the water to a boil and continue boiling for about 3 minutes. Discard water and wash pork feet carefully. Add pork feet into pressure cooker and add water until the pork is covered completely. Cook over high heat until rated pressure has been reached. Turn to lowest heat and cook at rated pressure for 1. After releasing pressure naturally, transfer pork feet to a wok or dutch oven. Transfer pork broth from pressure cooker to wok until it almost covers the pork. Add the rest of the ingredients into wok and turn to high heat. After bringing the broth to a boil, reduce to low heat and simmer covered for 3. Stir pork feet every 1. Stir more often toward the end of braising, after the sauce has thickened. Add water during the braising process if the broth becomes thick while the pork is still tough. If the pork turns very soft but the sauce is still thin, turn to medium heat and boil uncovered. Reduce sauce until desired thickness. To cook without a pressure cooker, skip step 2 and add boiled pork, water and all ingredients into a wok or a dutch oven. Add water until it covers pork and boil for around 2 hours. If the water level becomes too low while pork is still though, add warm water, 1 to 2 cups at a time, and continue braising. To smash ginger, place peeled ginger on a cutting board, lay a wide knife on top of ginger and use palm to press against the knife to smash the ginger. No need to cut ginger. Add 3 peppers for a mild spiciness or 5 for a hotter dish. If the sauce turns too spicy, add more sugar to balance the heat at the end of braising. To shorten the braising time, I used a pressure cooker. Either an electronic or stove top pressure is OK. Every pressure cooker is different. You might need to shorten prolong cooking time according to your cookers specifications. 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