Chapter 57
Chapter 57: Travelling, cooking and business (3)
Honestly, he didnt feel particularly attached to korean cuisine. And he had many reasons. The food his mother made wasnt delicious, and there werent any good restaurants near his house. But it would be different if he ate in a luxurious korean cuisine restaurant.
Now that he looked, the korean meals he could try were all salty, sweet or spicy. What suited his tastes was the miyeokguk or bibimbap he made in the past mission. He also liked not season plain white kimchi.
Modern people followed stimulation. And Korea wasnt exempted from that. It was hard to search for a restaurant that didnt write a msg, and even if they didnt, they had to use provocative ingredients to compensate for that lack. There were stores that attained success through a plain and simple flavor like Pyongyang naengmyeon (), but how many people that werent epicureans thought that it was delicious?
With that meaning, kimbap was a wonderful dish. The seasoning wasnt excessive and the flavor was simple. But even so, people liked it and if you didnt put in weird ingredients in it, anyone could make it to be delicious. And thats why. Thats why Jo Minjoon could recommend kimbap to his teammates. But of course, what they were thinking about was norimaki.
But with the point that they immediately thought of norimaki like that, Jo Minjoon could get a certain amount of assurement in this item. Because when he actually ate kimbap before participating in Grand Chef, was in a sushi store he saw by coincidence.
When he got in the restaurant wanting to eat sushi, he got surprised at the place full of customers. And he was also surprised that rather than normal sushi, kimbap sushi and norimaki were occupying almost all of the place of the displaying stand. He had known that white people didnt like laver that much, but asians didnt even number half of the half of the customers.
He could say that sushi, and the variety of it, norimaki had already succeeded in the world.
Thats why he felt his heart getting lighter while making kimbap in front of his teammates. It didnt matter what you put in the kimbap. Because everyone agreed with norimaki. And the given concept seemed to have been decided.
What he gave them was normal korean kimbap. Cucumber, pickled radish, eggs, carrot, ham and burdock root. He used canned ham for the ham, but it wasnt really a problem. Because it didnt mean that he would present the dish just like that, but it was to teach them the characteristics of korean kimbap. Anderson chewed a few times and frowned.
This, what oil you said was applied?
Sesame oil.
The aroma of the oil is too strong. I think that it would be better to put in less or to use another oil. I like the point that theres no vinegar or kelp water in it. Because only the fresh flavor of the rice remains, I get the feeling that it suits well with the other ingredients. But I think that we have to prioritize not making the rice smell bad.
Doesnt the laver smell bad?
I wouldnt know if I ate it alone, but if I eat it with rice its good. I dont smell fish that much. Im just speaking objectively. Theres nothing to point out about the combination of the ingredients it contains. At least, it felt good inside my mouth.
.I did hear that they were going to publicize in Grand Chefs main page.
The first day we will certainly be able to sell everything out. But the problem is after that. As more bad comments are posted, less customers will come.
What if there are people that post ill comments without even having eaten it?
They wont disappear by worrying. Let it be.
Anderson replied with a cold voice. Looking at him, Jo Minjoon got the feeling that he was really from a chefs house. Perhaps, he would have already experienced the problems they were facing right now. Through his parents, he would have suffered just as much as he has shared happy times.
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
..I picked you well, right?
Anderson snorted.
It would be the best decision you made in your life.
Grand Chefs house was located in Illinois, Chicago. The rent car company was also located inside of Chicago. However, during that time they couldnt properly feel Chicagos air. And they were sloppily eating their first Chicagos meal.
Chicago pepperoni pizza. There was so much tomato and pepperoni you couldnt differentiate from each other that it was dyeing the pizza red, and on top of the finger sized dough, there were a lot of toppings in it. Jo Minjoon was slowly slicing the pizza in pieces so thick it was hard to put it in his mouth. The flavor of the cheese was strong, but the sticky and thick dough covered that flavor. It was a rather harmonious dish. However Anderson frowned.
Its good that theres a lot, but you have to be able to eat it. Can they give you something you cant even fit in your mouth?
Why? It doesnt matter much if you slice it.
Real pizza is eaten with your hands.
In these aspects Anderson was really picky and rather intimate. Ivanna asked while chewing the pizza.
Minjoon, what score is the pizza?
..Can you stop asking me the score? Im not scoring the food, but the cooking process.
So wouldnt that be able to evaluate the food itself?
Thats relative. Its difficult for an objective evaluation. So im feeling how complex was the flavor made, and how well it was cooked.
.So what score is it?
In conclusion they wanted him to tell the score. Jo Minjoon replied after gulping the pizza in his mouth.
7 points. The dough was really well done. Just like the place that sells the best in this town.
Hmm. I thought it would be an 8.
Just like I told you, the flavor isnt a 7. Because you dont have to only cook in a high level to make a high level food. The norimaki we are making right now is just like that. Compared to the normal cooking method, the flavor is quite stable.
And that was the biggest reason he proposed making norimaki. And at the same time, the reason why his teammates accepted it so well. You could make a wide varieties of menus simply and at the same time the combination of laver and rice gave them a sense of secureness.
But the biggest advantage was that it had all the points a food truck required. Variability, cost and capital. The ingredients to make norimaki didnt even cost 1 dollar. However, the normal price was around 2 to 3 dollars. And also, taking into account the small size and that you could store it in the truck, the expectation towards it was quite high.
The time was almost past 9. Jo Minjoon opened his mouth.
Lets eat quickly and prepare. We need to at least open at 11:30.
Norimaki wasnt a snack but a meal. If they missed lunch time, the repercussions could be as big. Jo Minjoon stood first from the place and checked at his handphone. There were a lot of comments about Grand Chefs food truck in the internet. It seemed to have attracted the attention of at least a thousand, or even ten thousands of people. Of course, there wouldnt be that much who lived in Chicago among them.
The breed of the rice was koshihikari. Compared to korean rice, koshihikari wasnt much better. Chinese rice wasnt bad to use in making kimbap or norimaki.
He didnt put other rices. He didnt know how healthy was mixing other rices, but the flavor was totally disgusting. Especially if he was going to use it for norimaki, there was nothing else to say. People who come to the food truck look for flavor, not the well being.
The iron pot was a 150 people use. One line of norimaki used up three spoons of rice. So sufficient amount they could make was at least 300 lines. Also if the rice was cooked in 20 or 30 minutes, he didnt have to be that burdened about rice as he had thought.
After Jo Minjoon put the rice, he checked the ingredients and etc. They were all fresh. His other teammates also stood up from the place and started to do their share of work. Peter too, was taking out the tandoori chickens he was storing in the fridge.
It wasnt a method where they made their own menus. They got in charge of one menu each, and when they were free they had to move according to the situation. What Jo Minjoon grabbed first was the hamburger. It was a recipe he had proposed, as a korean norimaki that seemed like kimbap. The first time he came to New York, the flavor of the hamburger steak he tried in Lucass house was still fresh. That strong aroma, and the texture and pepper he felt through his teeth. It had the most american flavor from all the things he tried.
But of course, it was difficult to imitate that. If he had to roll it in kimbap, he had to slice it thinly. And because of that, Jo Minjoon focused more on flavor than texture. When the exterior of the hamburger got yellow, he boiled it down in soy sauce, mirin, and lemon. Actually, it was a really popular japanese cooking method.
The atmosphere in the kitchen was basically calm. Rather than the teammates were calm, Jo Minjoon was like that. He didnt like to raise his voice without any reason. If he had something to say, he said in a voice that could be heard sufficiently, and even if he was in an urgent situation, he didnt yell.
Was it because of that? Time passed really quickly. Soon, it was past 11 oclock, and the fryers and frying pans were all stopped. What they were doing seemed to be it all. Rolling the norimaki kimbap. And they had to cool it for a moment. Although in Korea, eating kimbap cold or hot didnt matter much, norimaki was a food that was basically eaten cold.
Anderson. Check the situation of the tea.
After rolling this.
There were three kinds of teas. Ginger tea, green tea and lemon tea. Anderson checked the boiling pot and said.
Its perfect. We just have to serve it.
The kimbap is also finished.
Jo Minjoon spoke after finishing rolling the last smoked salmon norimaki. The team members looked at Jo Minjoon. He felt sound of his heart beating and extended his hand.
Lets go. We will just eat this mission whole.
Thats good, but must we do this?
Anderson placed his hand on top of his and grumbled. 5 hands gathered and a loud yell was heard. Jo Minjoon opened the back door of the truck and went outside. And at that moment, he froze on that place.
Huh, Its Minjoon.
There were no cheers. Just voices talking among themselves. But as countless voices were combined, he couldnt help but hear it as they were yelling.
The customers were lined up.
So long he couldnt even count them.
< travelling,=”” cooking=”” and=”” business=”” (3)=””> End