Basturma & Belly
Basturma Basturma
Belly Belly
Basturma Basturma
You ever think about how we could make a better pepper blend for our cured meats? I swear the old method works, but I'm curious about a pinch of something new.
Belly Belly
Sure thing, let’s keep it classic but give it a little twist—maybe a pinch of smoked paprika and some cracked pink peppercorns for that mellow kick, or a dusting of ground coriander if you’re feeling adventurous. Just keep the balance so the cure doesn’t get overwhelmed. And hey, if you want me to help you measure, I’ll be happy—just don’t bring the microwave into this, I’d rather see you cook properly.
Basturma Basturma
Alright, pinch of smoked paprika, cracked pink pepper, maybe a dash of coriander—good. I’ll keep the cure strong, not let the spice do a show off. No microwave, no sir. I’ll do the measuring, you just bring the patience. Let's see if we can keep the meat happy while we play with the flavors.
Belly Belly
Sounds delicious, and I’m happy to help keep the patience—just remember, if you’re going to throw in more spices, keep that cure strong. I’ll add a little butter on the side, maybe a slice of apple for that sweet counterpoint, and watch the whole thing come together like a cozy, savory hug. And hey, no microwave, it’s not the same as real heat. Let's get this meat dancing with flavor.
Basturma Basturma
Good, keep that cure tight, don’t let the spices run away. Apple and butter, eh? Might be a tasty twist. I’ll stick to the old method and watch the flavors dance. No microwave—just real heat. Let's get this meat singing.
Belly Belly
Just keep that cure tight, no loose ends, and let the spices dance, not run off. Apple for a sweet whisper, butter for that silky chorus—classic, but with a touch of rebellion. I’ll be here, patient and ready to taste test, making sure everything sings the right note. No microwave, just real heat, that’s the only way to hear the meat talk. Let's make it sing.
Basturma Basturma
Got it, keep the cure tight, let the spices talk, not run off. Apple and butter, a rebellious little whisper. I’ll be here, patient, tasting, making sure it sings right. No microwave—just real heat, that’s the only way to hear the meat talk. Let's make it sing.
Belly Belly
Sounds good, let’s see that meat sing—I'll keep the butter warm, the onions chopped, and the cast‑iron ready to bring out all the flavors. No microwaves, just real heat and a little rebellion in every bite.
Basturma Basturma
Sounds fine. Keep the butter warm, onions ready, cast‑iron hot. No microwave, no excuses. Let's see that meat sing.