Are rice, mushrooms and potatoes combined?
The video uses a musical composition created according to my idea with the help of guitarist and arranger Dmitry Atabekov, guitarist and excellent organizer of the musical process Timur Vedernikov and, finally, the rising star of the Crimean Tatar music Ruslan Chir-Chir, who performed the part of Kavala (diagonal flute) and duduk I play guitar solo, rhythm guitar, bass, synthesizers - Dmitry Atabekov, "European" guitar solo fragment - Timur Vedernikov. The composition used the Azerbaijani folk song "Sary Gelin", the song Polada Bul-Bul-ogly "One hundred night roads".
For musical inspiration thanks to the great group Pink Floyd.
For the help in the filming, for the generosity and dependability I thank my neighbors.
Not a single live mushroom from our forest was hurt.
In the forest under an umbrella and standing guests - this is for commentators to have something to write about!
There will be questions about the recipe - ask. I will answer interesting questions with pleasure!
And I look forward to the winner - the author of the correct answer to the question asked.
Without potatoes, I used to cook. But with oyster mushrooms, I am not with forest mushrooms.
You do not believe that this handsome pilaf can be prepared by standing at the stove just 12 minutes?
Well, how can you not believe me? I always tell the truth! )
In fact, if you are just as busy talking to LJ as I am, then someone must prepare products for you.
You understand - to cut carrots, as usual, only in two times less, onions, just not in rings, as usual, but on the meridian - with feathers, well, something from the unusual for pilaf. For example, half of Bulgarian pepper and half of green chili without seeds and partitions.
Remove from the jar and cut the dried tomatoes in oil.
Boil the oyster mushrooms in salted water for five minutes, lowering them with their legs, and then fold them in a colander and, when they cool, tear them into comfortable pieces.
Peel the head of young garlic and break some dry chili. Yes, I also thought that it would be very sharp. But it turned out that the Spanish pepper only smells fervently, and you can put more of it and it will only taste better.
And that's it! Here you enter the kitchen, on a white horse, covered in white, warming a cauldron on the flame, from the sight of which women faint, and the children begin to obey, pour oil, quickly fry onions, so that the smelling neighbors get a hungry faint.
Rrraz there garlic and pepper, rrrraz mushrooms and mix, shaking and throwing.Everybody says: wow, wow!
And you are a big pinch of salt, so big that figs that fit so much between three fingers - rraz, a big pinch of coriander, and even rubbing it between your fingers, crushing grains and enhancing their flavor - two, well, and a little curcuma is - three. The audience in the kitchen: bravo, bravo, female laughter, babies stop crying and no longer want to suck tits.
And you mixed the spices and all the carrots - oops!
And the fire is such that FIG someone fit. But your skimmer has a long handle, you look at the cauldron as a winner and, bending down from a white horse, casually sprinkle Bulgarian pepper and green chili from your palm, like a king in a good mood throwing coins to his subjects - here you are. Well, and so be it, once again I interfere!
The public stops screaming bravo and starts screaming bis, and five-year-old boys stand on tiptoes to look into the cauldron.
And in order to enhance the dazzling effect of your presence in the kitchen, you sprinkle a spoonful of sugar on top of everything: since I’m white and have a white horse, I’m allowed to have sugar in a cauldron, yeah. The women look at each other in embarrassment, cast glances at you from under the white caps, and one of them faints.
And in the meantime, the horse didn’t just twist its tail, it boiled 600 grams of basmati in cool salty boiling water and threw it back into a colander. And you rice with colander and on top of vegetables. Just, I just managed to put the last ingredient - dried tomatoes from a jar of butter, I did not even have time to mix them, and here - oops - rice.
The orchestra begins to play the carcass, anthem and havanagila.
And you say so, waving a white handkerchief and spurring the horse: cover with a lid and put it in the oven at 130 degrees, I'll be back in an hour, I have important, urgent matters. Goodbye and do not dare to gobble up everything without me until I return!
The babies begin to cry, the women sob, and the pages bear an overwhelming cauldron and put it in the oven.
- He's cute, he's brilliant, he's so positive! - sobs are heard in the crowd.
And then you suddenly come in, no one expected to see you five minutes earlier, they all - ah! - and parted around the dish, freeing up space for your sacred rites. And so you take a spatula and toss up the fluffed up scraps up the elegant pilaf.