Beijing cuisine
VicentaLakin
do you remember the smell of books like "a real hillary, a real trim, a real plum, a real clinton, a real star of war"? it's a memory of old beijing's fallout, and maybe, this cake called old beijing's fallout, which is what my mother's eyes look like... writing this recipe all of a sudden, and then i started working as an assistant to my mother when i was about 5th grade, remembering that the first meal was made of fried eggs, and i didn't know how to make eggs out of pieces, but anyway, it's cooked up, and they didn't forget to feed their parents, and they probably admired the growth of their daughter. yesterday was the 37th mid-autumn festival in life, and mr. shou bou and i were the only ones who went to the desert to expand. they had symbolically wrapped dumplings and bought some fresh fruit and went home. by night, my uncle came back from shandong and brought back a lot of good food, moon cakes, duck eggs, and oxen that i had never eaten before. this morning, it was supposed to be a cold twirling cow. all right, let's not talk about it, and say this old peking shit. you need to prepare: one (415g), four eggs, 120g flour, one onion, twog sesame oil, a little bit of white sesame, a proper amount of olive oil, one quarter spoon of pepper powder, 3g salt, twog yeast powder
