Mother washed the liver with water first, and then sliced it. My mother made it for me to grow a pair of bright eyes, then sliced carrots, which are ingredients, and then shredded peppers. Boil it, put it in the liver, blanch it, take it out, put oil in the wok, and put carrots first. I asked my mother curiously: Why put carrots first, not liver first? Mom said: Because carrots can better retain nutrition after being oiled, put carrots first. Then put the pepper and onion, and finally put the liver.
Start cooking. My mother cooks with a shovel. My mother holds the handle of the pot in her left hand and a shovel in her right hand. The food in the pot seems to have turned over and started to put ingredients. At this time, I saw colorful dishes in the pot, including meat, orange, green and white.
Stir-frying for a while is like boiling water. Mother cooked a good dish and I tasted it. Ah, it smells good! Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering.
I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother: Mom, I'll cook today's meal! My mother looked at me doubtfully and said to me, can you do it? If I can't, can you teach me?
Mom finally promised me. My mother told me: Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook.
Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today.
I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness.
So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Pupils wrote "My mother taught me to cook and write". Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot.
I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it.
Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance.
Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well?
I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good. Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time.
I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious.
Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.
My mother taught me to do 300 words. My mother taught me to cook.
I asked my mother to teach me how to cook tonight. My mother promised me to teach me how to make liver-fried Chili. My mother taught me how to cook and write a composition. Mother washed the liver with water first, and then sliced it. My mother made it for me to grow a pair of bright eyes, then sliced carrots, which are ingredients, and then shredded peppers. Boil it, put it in the liver, blanch it, take it out, put oil in the wok, and put carrots first. I asked my mother curiously: Why put carrots first, not liver first? Mom said: Because carrots can better retain nutrition after being oiled, put carrots first. Then put the pepper and onion, and finally put the liver. Start cooking. My mother cooks with a shovel. My mother holds the handle of the pot in her left hand and a shovel in her right hand. The food in the pot seems to have turned over and started to put ingredients. At this time, I saw colorful dishes in the pot, including meat, orange, green and white. Stir-frying for a while is like boiling water. Mother cooked a good dish and I tasted it. Ah, it smells good! Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother: Mom, I'll cook today's meal! My mother looked at me doubtfully and said to me, can you do it? If I can't, can you teach me? Mom finally promised me. My mother told me: Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook. Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness. So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Pupils wrote "My mother taught me to cook and write". Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot. I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it. Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance. Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well? I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good. Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time. I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious. Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.
3. I learned a 250-word composition on cooking all day, and I was thinking: I want to learn to cook, not only to make a living by myself, but also to cook for my family and serve them. Well done!
At noon on a weekend, I saw my aunt preparing to cook colorful rice. I ran over and asked my aunt if she could teach me how to fry colorful rice. Aunt immediately agreed.
I first pour pale yellow olive oil into the pot, then add the beaten eggs, stir fry and set aside; Then put the good dishes into the pot, and the pot immediately makes a sound of "zi zi, zi zi". When the food is almost cooked, I put the rice cooked in advance in the electric cooker. At this moment, an oil jumped into my hand. My aunt saw it and asked me to wash it with cold water so that it wouldn't hurt too much. Sure enough, my hand no longer hurts so much. Then I pour a spoonful of soy sauce into the vegetables and rice, then stir-fry, then pour in the freshly fried eggs, finally add sausages and carrots, and then stir-fry and stir-fry. In this way, delicious and colorful rice is ready. Colorful rice smells delicious, and I ate a big bowl at once. It is really delicious!
Eating your own cooking always feels particularly delicious! There is my hard work in this!
4. My mother taught me to write a composition.
I asked my mother to teach me how to cook tonight. My mother promised me to teach me how to make liver-fried Chili. My mother taught me how to cook and write a composition. Mother washed the liver with water first, and then sliced it. My mother made it for me to grow a pair of bright eyes, then sliced carrots, which are ingredients, and then shredded peppers. Boil it, put it in the liver, blanch it, take it out, put oil in the wok, and put carrots first. I asked my mother curiously: Why put carrots first, not liver first? Mom said: Because carrots can better retain nutrition after being oiled, put carrots first. Then put the pepper and onion, and finally put the liver. Start cooking. My mother cooks with a shovel. My mother holds the handle of the pot in her left hand and a shovel in her right hand. The food in the pot seems to have turned over and started to put ingredients. At this time, I saw colorful dishes in the pot, including meat, orange, green and white. Stir-frying for a while is like boiling water. Mother cooked a good dish and I tasted it. Ah, it smells good! Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother: Mom, I'll cook today's meal! My mother looked at me doubtfully and said to me, can you do it? If I can't, can you teach me? Mom finally promised me. My mother told me: Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook. Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness. So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Pupils wrote "My mother taught me to cook and write". Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot. I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it. Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance. Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well? I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good. Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time. I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious. Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.
[My mother teaches me to write a composition] Composition: What is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success.
Ask for an essay "My mother taught me to cook". Everyone has some experience, and I am no exception. What impressed me most was that I learned to cook by myself. Xiao He composition network
It was an afternoon, in order to complete the teacher's task of "being a little chef", I decided to try. The cooking war has begun. I opened the refrigerator, um, there were ribs, eggs, potatoes ........................................................................................................................................................... I'll take out the vegetables first and then wash them. Wash leaves, stems, etc. Then fry it in a pot. I was about to pour oil on the dish when the oil star immediately splashed and burned the back of my hand. I gave a whoop of "Ouch" and then squatted down and rubbed my hands. "I quit!" I say that finish, frustrated to jump on the sofa and sit down. Mom saw it and asked, "What's the matter? Did you burn your hand? It's okay. " Then she taught me how to cook. Xiao He composition network
"Well, I'll try again." I'm strong again. I cooked the food quickly as my mother said. The next step is to cut potatoes. I picked the potatoes, washed them and peeled them. The whole line, too light, just a little. The other knife, too heavy, cut a big piece. I'm all thumbs, but I keep cutting. Slowly, it looks much better. After peeling, I cut the potatoes into small pieces, then add some ingredients and fry them together. Xiaohe composition network can also contribute.
Next is the fish. Fish is too difficult to cook, so I have to ask my mother for guidance. Mom cut off the fish belly for me. It makes me sick. I am most afraid of the fishy smell, and I don't know where to start. After a long study, I came up with a plan. I put the fish on the chopping board. Because I was afraid to touch the fish, I held a knife in both hands and cut it off. As a result, the fish were cut into different sizes. I don't know what ingredients to add when frying. I picked up the soy sauce, and as soon as I poured it into the pot, I poured too much soy sauce. What shall we do? Oh, water! After I thought about it, I quickly picked up the bowl, filled it with some water and poured it into the pot. I accidentally poured too much water, and the fish seemed to be light. I didn't care, adding ingredients at random.
By the way, there is still rice to cook. Mom saw that it was almost time to eat, so she helped me cook, and then let me watch. I just put potatoes, vegetables and fish on the plate and don't care about rice. After a while, a burning smell came to my nose. An instinctive reaction made me look at the rice cooker. "Rice, rice is burnt!" I let out a cry and quickly turned off the fire.
Dinner is finally ready. My grades are: golden rice, fish, light and tasteless potatoes and vegetables. My mom and I tried. Mom said, "It's not bad to do it for the first time." However, the meal was so bad that it was burnt. "I said," didn't the advertisement say' rice should be golden, rice should be golden'? " "Potatoes and vegetables are too weak." "Light food is good for your health. ""That fish is too bitter. " "bitter medicine." My mother couldn't help laughing after listening to my explanation.
I benefited a lot from this cooking. Even if you eat delicacies, they are not as fragrant as yourself. What should I do?
6. My mother taught me to write a composition.
I asked my mother to teach me how to cook tonight. My mother promised me to teach me how to make liver-fried Chili. My mother taught me how to cook and write a composition. Mother washed the liver with water first, and then sliced it. My mother made it for me to grow a pair of bright eyes, then sliced carrots, which are ingredients, and then shredded peppers. Boil it, put it in the liver, blanch it, take it out, put oil in the wok, and put carrots first. I asked my mother curiously: Why put carrots first, not liver first? Mom said: Because carrots can better retain nutrition after being oiled, put carrots first. Then put the pepper and onion, and finally put the liver. Start cooking. My mother cooks with a shovel. My mother holds the handle of the pot in her left hand and a shovel in her right hand. The food in the pot seems to have turned over and started to put ingredients. At this time, I saw colorful dishes in the pot, including meat, orange, green and white. Stir-frying for a while is like boiling water. Mother cooked a good dish and I tasted it. Ah, it smells good! Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother: Mom, I'll cook today's meal! My mother looked at me doubtfully and said to me, can you do it? If I can't, can you teach me? Mom finally promised me. My mother told me: Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook. Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness. So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Pupils wrote "My mother taught me to cook and write". Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot. I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it. Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance. Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well? I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good. Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time. I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious. Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.
[My mother teaches me to write a composition] Composition: What is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success.
7. Ask for an essay titled "My mother taught me to cook". Tonight, I asked my mother to teach me how to cook, and my mother promised to teach me how to cook liver-fried peppers.
Mother washed the liver with water first, and then sliced it. My mother made it for me, to make me grow a pair of bright eyes, and then sliced carrots, which are ingredients, and then shredded peppers. After the water boils, I put the liver in, blanch it, then take it out, put the oil in the wok, and put the carrots first after the oil boils. I asked my mother curiously, "Why not put carrots first?" Mom said: "Because carrots can better retain nutrition after being oiled, put carrots first." Then put the pepper and onion, and finally put the liver.
Start cooking. My mother cooks with a shovel. My mother holds the handle of the pot in her left hand and a shovel in her right hand. The food in the pot seems to have turned over and started to put ingredients. At this time, I saw colorful dishes in the pot, including meat, orange, green and white.
Stir-frying for a while is like boiling water. Mother cooked a good dish and I tasted it. Ah, it smells good! Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering.
I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother, "Mom, I am cooking today!" " "My mother looked at me doubtfully and said," Can you do it? ""If I can't, can you teach me? "
Mom finally promised me. My mother said to me, "Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook."
Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today.
I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness.
So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot.
I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it.
Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance.
Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well?
I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good. Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time.
I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious.
Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.
My mother taught me how to cook. The teacher asked us to learn the same life skills this holiday, so I learned to cook rice with my father.
First of all, I want to fill the rice. My father told me that filling a measuring cup is probably for one person, so I packed three measuring cups. Step two, Taomi. My father told me that there was more water than rice, and then he put his hand in, turned around and took the rice floating on the water, opened the stuck rice, then poured water and repeated it twice; Finally, I put twice as much water as rice, and I did it. Dad also asked me to dry the outside of the inner pot of the rice cooker with a rag, so that it wouldn't be short-circuited, or it would make a stinging sound; Now you can put the inner pot of the rice cooker into the rice cooker, then cover it, plug in the power supply, press the switch, and it will be ok.
Wait 20 minutes, and you will have a delicious meal!
The most important thing in cooking is to put water. You can't put too much or too little. If you put too much, the rice will be too soft. If you put less, the rice will be too hard, so how much water you put is very important, but I still don't have a clue, so I asked my father to take a look at it for me, so I cooked rice for a week, which was soft and delicious.
Dad told me that he didn't have a rice cooker or an induction cooker when he was a child, and the quality of rice at that time was very poor, with sand, straw and even pebbles in it! So there is another process: take out the sand and pebbles in the rice, and grandma will stay by the stove when cooking, because the fire can't be too big or too small, otherwise it will be burnt or undercooked.
I learned to cook. I'm so happy! I decided to cook all the rice in the summer vacation!
It's delicious to eat your own cooking!
9. I admire my mother's unique skill, that is, the 250-word composition by the chef. Do you know what my trick is? Ha ha! I didn't guess right. It was a hula hoop. You must want to ask, there is such a simple trick. But it's not simple in my eyes! I can not only turn with my hands and waist, but also with my legs. Don't underestimate, these movements look simple, but they are not easy to practice!
The first time, when I saw my mother turn around, I rushed to play. It fell off before half a turn. This damn hula hoop bullied me and hit my toes in turn, making me scream. I grabbed it angrily and wanted to throw it out. My mother said kindly to me, "you can't turn well the first time." Practice makes perfect! " "I think so too. Later, my mother bought me a small hula hoop, and I turned it whenever I was free. Slowly, my skills surpassed my mother's, especially my leg skills, and my mother was willing to give up. (an embarrassing thing)
You see, my unique skill is good, which can not only entertain but also keep fit. Students will come up with your unique skills and compare with me!