【酥烧饼夹肉】
by 毛毛妈
今天用蹄膀做了酥烧饼夹肉，毛毛一口气吃了4个，还意犹未尽!
用料:
水皮：
1：中筋面粉(All purpose flour) 1又3/4杯（280克，面没筛过，是从面粉袋里直接舀的）；
2：不烫手的温水3/4杯+4茶匙（200克），糖1茶匙，快速发酵粉(Fast Rising Yeast) 1.25茶匙，面粉2茶匙，搅拌均匀，静置10分钟。
3：玉米油2茶匙。
油皮：
4：中筋面粉1/2杯+1大匙（87克），玉米油1/4杯（54克），盐1/2茶匙。
其他材料：
5：葱花3大匙；
6：白芝麻1/2杯；
红烧蹄膀：
7：蹄膀1包（pork hocks）1200克，洗净备用；
8：葱2根切段，姜3片，桂皮1小块，八角1粒，丁香2粒。
9：绍酒1大匙，糖1大匙，盐1/2茶匙，万字牌生抽酱油2大匙，草菇老抽酱油1大匙；
其他：
10：香菜10颗，洗净切丁待用。
注：1大匙 tbsp=15毫升 ，1茶匙 tsp=5毫升，1杯 cup=240毫升。
以上材料做12个烧饼。
做法：
1、面团：盆内放入1料的面粉后（图1右）加入2料（图1左）揉成软面团。这时面团会粘手，加3料玉米油2茶匙，揉均匀（图2），放在暖和的地方保温保湿发酵，等到面团发至原来的两倍大（图4）。
2、油皮：将4料放入小盆里拌匀（图3）待用。
3、红烧蹄膀肉：蹄膀剔去骨头，切小块。放开水里烫2分钟（图5），沥水冲洗干净。蹄膀肉放入电压力锅内胆里，然后放入所有7和8料（图6），加盖选【手动 Manual】档38分钟，启动程序。
4、快煲电压力锅完成程序后，等5分钟，放气减压打开盖（图7），选【煎炒 Sauté】档，收汁到1/4量。将蹄膀肉切碎（图8）保温待用。香菜也切丁待用（图9）。
5、酥烧饼：案板和手上涂些玉米油，将发好的面团分成12等份，取一份擀成长圆形薄饼，取1/12量的油皮均匀抹在擀开的水皮上，然后撒半茶匙葱花(图10)。从一端卷成筒(图11)，转90度压扁后(图12)再擀开(图13)。再从一端卷成筒，用手揉圆些（图14），放入盛白芝麻的小碗里沾上一面芝麻(图15)，然后翻转放案板上（图16），用手压成圆饼状(图17)。
6、做好的烧饼坯放入铺了烤盘纸的烤盘里（图18），放入预热至370F/180摄氏度的烤箱里，烤20到22分钟即成。各家的烤箱不同，注意温度及时间。若是烤22分钟后还不上色，开上火Broil档1到2 分钟。
7、烤好的酥烧饼用刀切开，但不要切断，放上2大匙蹄膀肉和1大匙香菜丁就可以趁热吃了。酥烧饼也可以加葱丝炒蛋吃，都很美味。
爱心分享：酥烧饼一次吃不完的话，可以放冰箱或冰冻室存放。吃的时候在微波炉里热15-20秒后，再放面包炉(Toaster)里用低热档烤一下，你就可以吃到跟新鲜出炉一样的酥、松、香的烧饼了。是一款绝好的早点及茶点。
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