... so they will immediately mix what is needed for pilaf ...
Zira - one time (you can't spoil her pilaf), salt - two, BARBARIS !!! - three ... These are nouns .... and all sorts of peppers, saffron and so on are already adjectives. Feel free to experiment! All spices that go well with meat, especially lamb, can be used. Chesslovo - I'm not lying.
Don't believe me? But listen ...
Field picnics, or about food in the field So, most of the time, we performed our tasks as part of a separate task force. And since the group is separate, albeit operational, then it is not supposed to have PCBs.
PCB is a household item. Although the name is long, it is a field kitchen with a stock of food and a cook. And the food then means that it is hot for the personnel and even prepared regularly.
And since this is not all, then sit, guys, on a dry meal. It's okay if it's two or three days.And if there is, for example, preparation for divisional exercises, or even regimental exercises, but with live firing? Then ten days of pleasure is provided. No, really fun. Because, especially if it's summer, in the field - it's still not a barracks. No routine for you, no special supervision. And if there is still some kind of pond - a lake nearby, then it's generally lovely. This is on the one hand.
On the other hand, on the third day I already want to cry from these very dry rations and tea. After all, this is only on the first day like variety and distraction from the usual and monotonous diet of the garrison canteen.
The second is still tolerable. And of course, the potatoes that are stolen from the food warehouse are boiled or baked. Almost a delicacy too.
But on the third, you already want something hot to sip.
Well, since supervision in the field, as has already been noted, over the personnel, whatever one may say, weakens, the people, free from shifts, begin to "think". The sharpening of the soldier's "intelligence" is, in principle, very explosive. Because what "is considered" is almost always either completely or semi ... but of a criminal nature. From the commander's point of view, the violation of outrage. And it always ends in a point sharp emergency, akin to an explosion. That is, of course, if they get caught. This explosion covers not only the personnel involved in its preparation and execution, but also the commanders who were called to it, this state of emergency must not be allowed.
But this is so, lyrics, or for information, if you like.
So, to the issue of nutrition for personnel in the field and when there is no kitchen, but you already want something hot.
It was possible to cling to some close-located large military formation that has its own PCB. You know, they didn't refuse. We shared porridge and hot water. Well, they could have thrown the bread. You understand, the norms. I didn't always want this porridge. So I had to spin.
So they were spinning.
The process was complicated by the absence of any kind of inventory. We, of course, used to expropriate in the dining room, most often, cisterns in which food was handed out to tables, but for some reason our commanders did not approve of this and periodically seized it all and threw it away. From our point of view, it was both incomprehensible and meaningless. For in the field, no matter what we prepared, we always shared with the command, because, like our officers, they also sat on dry rations.
But still. Need for invention is cunning. Inserts from thermoses were used (it was true that there was flour to wash them), sheets of iron found at the landfill, etc., improvised means. There was even a sapper shovel, cleaned from paint to shine. Used it instead of a frying pan. For example, cutlets were fried on it. Yes, cutlets. A can of stew was taken, rusks or biscuits were soaked, and something like minced meat was made. And wow cutlets came out.
In general, the menu was, of course, the most simple and uncomplicated.
What went, or rather never went into business.
It would seem a forest. Means what?
But!
We had a tough agreement. We did not collect or use mushrooms in any way. Although I wanted them and grew in abundance, but there was a case - the guys got sick. Therefore, we agreed not to even try. So that the temptation does not arise.
Well, for example, berry jelly was cooked if the season of blueberries or some other berry was already coming. Instead of starch, crush and grind a few potatoes and berries with water.
If they managed to stock up on flour before leaving, they would invent something like pancakes.
It happened to catch some living creatures. Hares and pheasants were found in abundance, but, firstly, they first had to be ... you won’t cook them alive, and secondly, there were no spices other than salt. But, nevertheless, if there was someone skilled in the team, then it happened to gulp the broth or in clay, say, to gnaw a baked representative of the wild forest or field fauna.
This craft, from the point of view of Czech nature conservationists, was strictly prohibited. And they always took control of our locations, albeit a training ground. Therefore, waste, skins or feathers were always buried there and the places of these burials were carefully masked.We usually arranged such bookmarks under the cars. We did not allow strangers to approach the cars. But imagine. After our departure, the inspectors still examined the places of our camps, and if there were traces, so to speak, of offenses and poaching, they were not too lazy to dig up and provide the command. It happened and ran into. Hence the oil - fuel oil - gasoline stains that we left behind. What is there to do? They also had dogs everywhere.
Well, as it was already noted, and if there was a reservoir nearby, then a fish was caught with the help of a camouflage net. The ear was usually prepared. But, if a larger fish swam into the net, then they baked it, it happened. The large fish was usually carp. So cover it with clay .... Sturgeon, practically turned out.
Or, for example, baked sugar beet, which grows in abundance in the fields of the Czech Republic. Or even just a rutabaga. Almost chocolate with marmalade turned out.
But most often they stirred up something from canned rations.
For example, sprat fish soup in tomato sauce or even mackerel in oil. But this is so elementary that there is nothing to tell.
Any pasta or potatoes, if you managed to get hold of them, with minced sausage or the same canned fish, also do not deserve special attention.
But then it was once invented not just so-so nutritious hot mash, but
PILAF.
There was one among us who, in principle, had an idea how to cook it and offered to try it. Since from the dry rations for this dish, according to the proposed technology, only canned cereals were needed - rice with meat and barley, too, with meat, we easily agreed to take the risk. And although it was a pity for canned rice, they were still quite edible even when cold, but what kind of pilaf without rice. And they decided to use barley, since they practically did not eat it and the stock had accumulated.
What was needed for pilaf? We found the bow. Several heads were in stock. They got hold of sunflower oil from neighbors, not of particular value. There was absolutely nothing with spices. Salt and red pepper. Well, we collected a couple of handfuls of bones. This berry is so sour. What is not a barberry. But what categorically did not exist was carrots.
But, in the end, it was found. The homeless girl was caught. It was the first half of the summer. Carrots are a mouse tail. Two bowlers, so to speak, of root crops cost the Czech garden, which turned out to be in its misfortune not far from us, in a large amount on the root of the ruined harvest.
A five-liter aluminum tank, of course, is not a very good replacement for a cauldron, but for lack of a stamp….
And so the process began, they heated the oil, laid the onion, then the carrot. Salt, pepper and stone berries. And you know, the fragrance has gone. So what, that without meat and special spices, but the aroma was. And lo and behold, our platoon commander even found a head of garlic. True, already a third, but it was still better than nothing.
The turn has come to bookmark the contents from the already opened jars of porridge. We even mixed them and kneaded the lumps. The people were divided into two parts. Skeptics assured that it was better to warm up and spread the porridge in pots, and then pour the resulting gravy. Like, so it will be more reliable. And tastier. And for richness, add flour to the boiling mixture formed in the tank to make the gravy thicker.
But the second part of the people firmly adhered to the position that, they say, once they decided, then it was necessary to finish.
In a word, the mixture was put into the tank. A nice slide was made from it and the tank was covered with a lid.
After half an hour of languor, the lid was solemnly raised.
You know, I haven't eaten anything tastier. It was delicious. No. Honestly. Not so much for everyone, but the opinion was unanimous. Yummy.
True, the "feast of the belly" a little ..., no, not darkened. Strain. An elderly Czech appeared with a stick. The owner of the garden. He was upset. And it was noticeable. In his hands was a bag filled with something. But only half. He said something sternly and briefly to our platoon commander Tsukanych, then gave him the bag and left, muttering something under his breath.
🔗The platoon commander explained to us that although the grandfather was indignant, he expressed his bewilderment more. In the sense that, they say, you couldn't ask for half a bucket of carrots? But since he himself “was on the war”, as the Czechs talk about serving in the army, he does not hold a grudge, although he does not approve of his ruined work.
In addition to carrots, the bag also contained a decent one - two kilograms of homemade smoked ham and two loaves of bread.
In the evening, on a return visit, armed with a canister of gasoline, Yurka L. went to the Czech. He was from Western Ukraine and could communicate reasonably in Czech. Yurka returned two hours later. Surprisingly, completely sober, but with reciprocal gifts. And generally speaking. While we were at this point, we had no problems with food. Vegetables, lard, bread and milk were supplied to us regularly. I will not lie, not for free. Fuel was exchanged.
But all the same - thanks to this old soldier!
But this case was rather exceptional. Usually it was quite the opposite.
an excerpt from ... © Ivanych "What does IDEALISM or love for the country of ETERNAL GREEN TOMATOES lead to?
Letters to himself from the Army, read thirty years later "later" " And you say a mixture ... from the market.