amaotonovel Chapter 3088 "Romantic" Wedding Season (8)
Chapter 3088 "Romantic" Wedding Season (8)
Chapter 3088 "Romantic" Wedding Season (VIII)
Pound cake, as the name suggests, is made of one pound of sugar, one pound of flour, one pound of eggs, and one pound of butter. It is a dessert that effectively represents the question of "how much sweets can Westerners eat?"
One pound is approximately equal to nine taels, which is close to one catty. One catty of sugar is needed in this cake.
What's even more terrifying is that this cake actually doesn't taste very sweet, because the pound of butter will make the finished cake more moist and soft. The oily taste brought by the fat is easier to swallow and the taste of sugar will become less obvious. Many dessert shops will even use a pound and a half of sugar to make it sweeter.
This thing is a complete calorie bomb. A small piece is enough for an adult's daily calorie needs. Besides being difficult to store, it is not as useful as compressed biscuits when surviving in the wilderness.
After lunch, Schiller started to bake cakes. Except for Steve who exercises all year round, almost everyone loves desserts, and eating desserts can help relieve anxiety. Schiller's office often has some sweet wafers and chocolates, which the nurses will give to patients with good performance.
Carter's incident inevitably put everyone in an atmosphere of anxiety, and delicious desserts are the best choice to relieve this atmosphere.
Unfortunately, Schiller's stockpiled supplies were relatively basic, and he certainly couldn't make those high-end desserts. He decided to make the most classic and least likely to fail pound cake, and then add fruit and cream to it, which could help people who don't like to eat to quickly replenish calories and cheer up their mood.
The men went to prepare the afternoon barbecue. With Gray Fog and Venom, two big eaters, there was no need to worry about not being able to finish the ingredients. Schiller directly bought a cow from the ranch next door.
Next door is a grain-fed ranch. One of the characteristics of American grain-fed beef is that it has more fat and tastes more fragrant and smoother. It may be a disaster for people who don’t like fatty meat, but if you can accept fat-rich beef, the taste is quite good. In comparison, the lean meat of Australian grain-fed beef tastes better.
The rancher next door had already slaughtered the cattle. Steve led the others to the farm gate to receive the beef. The beef was slaughtered very well and all parts were handled very cleanly, but because they were worried that the bloody smell might cause Carter discomfort, they took the beef directly to the warehouse next door for processing.
The ladies were responsible for processing the vegetables, mainly cutting the bell peppers for threading the beef skewers, and shredding the lettuce and purple cabbage for mixing into the salad.
There is a very famous barbecue in California called palm leaf barbecue, which is fresh beef grilled on palm leaves. In some areas, the meat is wrapped in palm leaves and thrown into the fire pit. The ladies were very interested in this dish, and Wanda suggested picking some palm leaves of suitable size.
In fact, she wanted to take Carter out for a walk. Although the ultraviolet rays are very strong now, when she was pregnant, she would feel much better as long as she stayed in a sunny place. She hoped that Carter would be the same.
Only after the chattering ladies left the kitchen did Schiller really start preparing the afternoon dishes. Mainly, he had to deal with seafood, and the fishy smell of seafood might make Carter uncomfortable, so he had to finish processing the crabs and shrimps before the ladies came back.
California's seafood is also very famous, especially the large Dungeness crabs. Schiller ordered a batch of good stuff from the San Francisco dock. Almost every one of them weighed more than two kilograms, with a beautiful orange-yellow shell, and some of them were waving their claws with their teeth bared.
Schiller quickly opened the shells of two large crabs and took out the crab roe to make porridge. This kind of crab does not have much roe, but the crab roe is rich in oil and is very suitable for making raw porridge.
Schiller used a casserole to cook a pot of white porridge. When the crab roe was rolled in, a layer of golden fat floated on the surface of the porridge, and an indescribable fresh fragrance of the fat wafted out. Schiller tore some crab meat and put it in, and added a little bit of minced ginger. He didn't cook it thoroughly because there was still some time before dinner, so he could roll it again then.
The crab meat of the two crabs was used to make garlic cream baked crab meat. This method is more in line with the taste of local Americans, but Schiller felt it was a bit greasy. He then steamed two whole crabs. Steamed crabs can be eaten by everyone and they retain the original aroma of seafood. He also made spicy stir-fried crab with the remaining crab according to his own taste. The key is to stir-fry it over high heat to make it fragrant but not spicy, while retaining the freshness of the seafood.
Of course, you can’t come to California without eating Mexican food, and considering that the ladies have a lighter taste, Schiller made Mexican vegetable burritos, Mexican corn crispy pizza topped with marinated chicken, and a bell pepper sour cream soup.
We also made clam chowder, seafood chowder, spicy beef fried rice and the famous California roll.
After the ladies came back, they started to help pack up. Although they were going to have a barbecue, they had to bring a lot of things besides the ingredients. They packed all the odds and ends into their bags and also took their swimsuits.
Helen and the two mice had nothing else to do, so they were inflating their swimming rings and kayaks, when they were caught by the bald black man who suddenly appeared.
Nick had a Pikachu in his left hand and a Rocket Raccoon in his right hand. Just as he was about to ask them what they were doing here, Pikachu gave him a 100,000-volt electric shock, turning him even darker.
Rocket Raccoon, who was also held in his hand, was hit as well. It was totally unprovoked, so he couldn't wait to fight back after Nick withdrew his hand. In order to protect the swimming ring that had just been inflated, Helen had to step forward to stop them.
Nick exhaled a puff of black smoke, coughed a few times, walked to the island counter, snapped his fingers and said, "Give me a Pina Colada..."
With a bang, a coconut hit his head. Nick rubbed his forehead and complained, "You are so rude. At least open it for me."
Schiller threw him another coconut opener, but this thing was really hard to use. Nick tried for a long time but still couldn't open it, so he had to give it to Helen.
He put one arm on the island counter and said, "How's Steve doing? I knew it wouldn't be easy for this kid..."
Schiller looked back at him, wondering why he said that. Nick shook his head and said, "The best ending for a modified person like us is to die alone. Reproducing offspring is a luxury."
"Even in this day and age, no one has developed a super soldier drug with no side effects. In the era when science was not yet developed, those drugs would have already caused irreversible damage to our bodies. All we can do is prevent this damage from spreading."
"You are too pessimistic." Schiller brought him a glass of ice and said, "We now have the ability to remedy many things. Steve already has a basic plan. I believe the child will be born smoothly."
"Giving birth is just the first step. There's trouble to come." Although he said that, there was some joy on Nick's face. If Captain America's child was a mutant, it would allow mutants to be closer to SHIELD. He has been eyeing these human nuclear bombs for a long time.
After processing the meat, Stark walked in from the main entrance with his hands held up in disdain. He was a little surprised to see Nick coming, but he couldn't help but sneered: "You came at a really good time. It's in line with SHIELD's style of waiting a year after the problem is solved before showing up."
"Don't say that, Tony." Nick pouted and said, "How is little Morgan? Does he miss his uncle Nick?"
"She's fine, but I must warn you, stay away from my daughter. I don't want her to become as sinister as you."
Nick was not ashamed, but proud. He laughed and said, "If she really has such a talent, you should be happy. S.H.I.E.L.D. has a successor."
Stark pursed his lips and showed a speechless expression. You can never hurt a shameless person with words.
Steve and Reed followed back, and Reed seemed a little nervous, as if they had just discussed some plan and were now preparing to implement it.
Coincidentally, at this moment Susan came down from upstairs after getting her things and greeted them with a smile. Susan was a typical American blonde girl, beautiful and enthusiastic, who could get along with everyone. In such a short time, she and Wanda had become so close that they could chat about gossip secretly. Her popularity was completely opposite to Reed's.
She changed into a beautiful light green tight dress, the hem of which looked like layers of blooming lotus leaves. She wore two thin golden earrings on her ears. She exuded a mature and intellectual charm, different from all the women present.
Reed's eyes widened on the spot. Steve and Stark were pulling his sleeves hard from the left and right. He stood there for more than ten seconds before he reacted and looked at Steve for help.
Stark, a veteran in the love field, cheered immediately, and Wanda and Pepper, who followed him out, also started to make a noise. Susan gave a playful smile, tossed her hair back, and waved her hands left and right like a Hollywood star.
Reed felt like he was pushed hard, turned around and glared at Stark, but still walked up hesitantly, clenched his hands and said to Susan: "You look so beautiful today, uh, we plan to mix a few drinks and bring them over, do you have any ideas?"
Susan blinked slightly and said, "I don't have any particular preference for alcohol. If I have to say, maybe something sweeter would be good? Do you have rum here?"
Reed looked at the bar, and Schiller shook his head. He said, "We have liqueurs, whiskey, rye beer, red wine and ice wine, as well as some low-alcohol rice wine for cooking. There is no rum or vodka."
"Oh, it's okay, I can drink anything." Susan waved her hand and said, "I'm not used to drinking with meals. If you want to drink, how about some beer?"
Reed seemed to have not expected this answer at all, turning his head right to look at Steve, who was mouthing words to him frantically.
But before Reed could say anything, Susan smiled at him and said, "But I'm actually quite interested in cocktails. What kind of drinks can you make? Can you make fancy cocktails?"
"Don't be ridiculous, ma'am." Reed said a little embarrassedly, "I only know how to make cocktails by mixing all the drinks together and shaking them."
Susan covered her mouth and laughed. She said, "What a coincidence, it happened to me too. One time I mixed lemon juice and a milk drink together and made a thick cup of unknown substance. I thought I had made some new achievements in the field of liquid molecules."
Reed immediately became excited and said, "Citric acid and protein will cause the liquid to clump and it will indeed make a mess, but it is not a new achievement..."
Steve walked up and pulled him hard. Stark rolled his eyes behind him, thinking that it was only because this girl was somewhat interested in you. If it was someone else, you would have no chance at all.
Then the two of them walked to the bar, and Schiller very tactfully made way.
But he had actually already mixed most of the drinks, mainly some refreshing low-alcohol cocktails and icy coconut milk, which were put into beer buckets, filled with ice cubes, and carried to the door, ready to be put into the car.