I remember it was when I was 9 years old. One summer morning, after I got up, my parents didn't get up. I thought: If I can make breakfast for my parents, they will certainly praise me. So I washed my face and went to the kitchen.
I really look like a cook in the kitchen. I turned on the gas first, and the flame suddenly jumped out, which startled me. Then I poured the stirred eggs into the pot and took out the spatula from the cupboard. I fried the eggs with low fire for a while and added rice. I hummed a ditty in my mouth, and my spatula kept stirring. After a while, I put the rice on. I woke up my parents. After washing their faces, they took the rice and began to eat. As soon as they took a bite, they said to me, "You forgot to add salt and seasoning." That's terrible. I really forgot to put it down! Dad told me to add some seasonings to fried rice, such as onions and garlic. My mother poured the rice into the pot, added some garlic sprouts, and stir-fried it for a while. I tasted it and thought it was delicious!
After dinner, dad said, "Although your fried rice is not as delicious as mom's, it's good that you think of us and can cook it." It means that you have grown up and know that you care about your parents. We are very happy to see you like this! "
Now that I am thirteen years old, fried rice will never be without salt, but I still remember my first cooking experience.
I am eleven years old and have never cooked. To this end, I feel very "shameful", and I made up my mind: learn to cook quickly and fight for breath. I want to be a woman!
Now that you have set yourself a goal, put it into action. However, I know nothing about cooking. What shall we do? Oh, by the way, find mom. I told my mother what I thought, and my mother was surprised. "What do boys do to eat?" ? Really. "I am not happy when I hear my mother's words." What happened to this boy? Is cooking a girl's patent? "Under the attack of my golden words, my mother finally agreed to my request.
When we came to the kitchen, my mother said, "Let's cook porridge first, and you practice." "What's the matter?" I thought, "Let me practice not saying anything? Looks like mom is going to test me. Hum! Don't try to beat me. Although I have never cooked, my head is not hanging around my neck for nothing. " I have seen my mother cook many times, so I started the actual operation according to my memory. I first scooped a spoonful of rice from the rice barrel, washed it with water and put it in the pot, then covered the pot, and finally put the pot on the induction cooker. Haha, what's up? Don't try to beat me! Just when I was happy, my mother came over and said, "Wei Wei, open the lid." "What's there to see?"
I casually said, but I still opened the lid, ah! Without water, I'm freezing! How could I forget to drain the water? "Cooking porridge is very simple, but you haven't finished yet. Do you know what is going on? " After listening to my mother's words, I understand that "carelessness" is the culprit. At this point, I really feel ashamed!
Cooking, I didn't succeed, but I understood a truth: I should be down-to-earth in everything I do in the future, and I can't make a big splash. Otherwise, what I lost is not an opportunity. ...
Many people have the experience of cooking for the first time, and I will never forget my first cooking! Dad is not at home today, and mom is washing her hair. But my stomach growled, so I came to the kitchen to find something to eat. Just then, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind, cooking, hey-although I am a boy who cooks, I am not confused at all. I went to the refrigerator to take out the potatoes and leftovers, and then lit the fire. I poured the potatoes into the pot and stirred them. When it was hot, I poured the leftovers in. At this time, I stepped back. At this time, I turned on the smoking machine, and the smoking machine immediately sucked the cigarette in. Then I smelled a foul smell. "ah! It's not good for my meal. "I immediately cooked, and I immediately turned the fire to a small fire, when the power went out."
The smoking machine went on strike. Hey-I'm not afraid of this little difficulty. I squinted at the smoke and stirred it like my mother. Then I put lentils and meat into my rice. The rice became colored at once. What is this? It turns out that potatoes are fried into mud. Why do potatoes turn into mud? I'm speculating with questions. Ah! It's too hot. ! It turned out that I got the shovel, so I blew my hand and continued to stir fry. Twice. Three times. Four times. Five times ... soon the smell of food came to the nose, "but it was almost colored." Then mom came. I said, "Mom, I can cook." Let me know next time you go out. The rice will be cooked soon. I fried potato fried rice, Chinese cabbage and my favorite cauliflower. I shouted, dinner is ready. I filled a bowl and wanted to eat it. I ate another bowl, and I was very happy to eat my own cooking. This is my first time cooking. Let me understand that a person who wants to accomplish something is not afraid of difficulties, and the road is uneven in the process. You must do your best. Remember, there is a first time for everything. Don't back down, come on! Come on! Come on!
At noon today, grandma taught me to cook. This dish is my favorite fried rice-Yangzhou fried rice. We washed our hands and got to work.
First, I want to steam rice. Grandma took the rice out of the cupboard and I cleaned the container. I took a big spoon and dug rice from the rice bag into the container. The first two spoonfuls went well, but when I dug the third spoon, I dug too much, and the rice on it fell to the ground for more than a dozen grains, which made me pick it up for a long time. This is really a bad start. Then I washed the rice, poured water into it and put the container in the microwave oven. During the 25 minutes of steaming in the microwave oven, I was peeling shrimps and grandma was washing vegetables and cooking other dishes.
Shrimp looks easy to peel, but it's not at all. I carefully picked my back with a needle, grabbed my intestines and pulled them out slowly. At first, I always take them off Later, I gradually mastered the strength and peeled it much better. Then I cut the ham sausage, beat the eggs, take out the corn and green beans in the refrigerator, and finally take out the steamed rice. All the materials are ready.
I poured oil into the pot and scrambled the eggs first. I am particularly afraid of oil leakage, so I am very careful. I jumped back before I finished eating the eggs, and three drops of egg liquid fell to the ground. Grandma quickly wiped it with paper. I'm at a loss. Grandma shouted: "Turn the egg over quickly, it will be burnt!" " "She didn't say that finish, just grabbed a shovel to turn eggs. I came to my senses and picked up a shovel to smash eggs. At the same time, I also poured shrimp. After the shrimp was cooked, I added corn, green beans and rice. I chopped up the rice and turned it over, and sprinkled it with spiced powder and salt. When I finally tasted it, I sprinkled some monosodium glutamate to turn off the heat. After the residual fire is over, Yangzhou fried rice made by myself is out of the pot.
Cooking is easier said than done! I'm tasting my own cooking. Well, it's delicious and very fulfilling.
Childhood life is happy and carefree. Our innocent hearts are like pure white sails surfing on the vast sea, which has triggered one interesting childhood story after another, but what I still remember is cooking.
For a long time, I watched my mother busy in the kitchen every day, so I wanted to share some housework with her. Finally, one day, I made a request to my mother to cook today. My mother agreed, so I rushed to the kitchen and started to cook the first dish in my life-scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I took out two eggs from the refrigerator and knocked them on the edge of the pot. Egg yolk and egg white poured into the bowl. Wow! Two eggs, like a little golden sun, gave me a bright smile. I thought to myself, hey, you two brothers are going to be eaten by me soon! Finally, after I cut the onions and garlic, I began to fry rice. When I poured the oil into the pot, and then put the onion and garlic into the pot, I saw wisps of white smoke coming out of the pot, and I heard a scratching noise, as if I were fighting. Look into the pot, wow! Great! Brother, you fought with two sisters, onion and garlic. No wonder grandpa Guo is angry. I quickly put the yolk brothers in without saying anything, hoping to calm them down, but instead of stopping fighting, I made their quarrel more intense. I quickly put Sister Shui and Brother Tomato in. In the end, many things happened and the battle was over. I poured the dish into the plate and tasted it. "Wow, it smells good!" " From then on, I learned to cook.
Nothing is difficult in the world. As long as we are willing to climb, we must never give up in our daily life in order to do a good job.
Excellent composition for cooking 6 "Mom will come back to cook for you, about 1 point. Remember not to run around with your sister, do your homework at home, and don't play computer after finishing your homework ... "Mom's" nagging "has been committed again. I hurriedly pushed her out of the house, and her nagging faded away and became much quieter.
My sister and I are doing our homework, and I don't know when my stomach actually growls. Looking up at my watch, I was a little faster before I knew it. My sister looks out of the window from time to time. "Why doesn't mom come back?" I have to be wronged again, and my stomach has started the alarm clock for lunch! "After listening to my sister, I am even hungrier." Let brother, the chef, do what? Just make a useful scrambled egg! "I boasted to my sister.
When I came to the kitchen, I turned on the gas first: my arm stretched out and my body pulled out hard, as if this monster was going to swallow me up, huh? Why can't you hit it? It turned out that the gas door was not open, so I quickly opened it, and with a bang, a flame was stretched out. Oh, there is no oil in the pot. I opened this cupboard, but there was no oil. I opened another cupboard, but there was still no oil ... After some tossing, I finally found oil. I quickly poured the oil into the pot, and as soon as the oil entered the pot, a lot of soot came out in an instant. I'm scared and feel sweaty on my head. I cracked the egg quickly. God, the skin of the egg fell into the pot, too. Anyway, I fell into the pot before I could stir the eggs. Psst-no, the oil splashed on my face, which scared my sister. She quickly handed me a paper towel and wiped it for me. I glanced at the egg out of the corner of my eye. Yo, the egg I finally made turned from brown to black! I reached out my hand, quickly turned off the gas valve and carefully put the eggs in the bowl.
We ate eggs together and laughed happily. My sister said scrambled eggs are a little bitter. Why didn't I feel it? I think this is the best egg I have ever eaten!
Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, I really want to try it.
After many entreaties, my mother finally agreed to teach me how to cook, so I did it step by step according to my mother's instructions.
I carefully washed the rice first, then added a proper amount of water to the rice cooker, covered the lid and pressed the start button, and the rice was steamed.
What are you doing? Mom says it's easier to scramble eggs with tomatoes. She asked me to take four eggs, beat them in a clean bowl, add a little salt and stir them quickly with chopsticks. After I beat the eggs, I washed the tomatoes and put them on the chopping board. I took out my knives and prepared to cut them. But the kitchen knife seems to have a grudge against me. I can't hold it steadily, and I'm more afraid of cutting my hand. It took a lot of effort to finally chop up the tomato, no matter how big or small it is.
Finally, this is a crucial step. I am going to scramble eggs. My mother asked me to put the oil in the pot first, turn on the fire, and when the oil temperature is high, I will gently pour the eggs along the side of the pot, then pick up the pot and let the oil flow gently along the eggs. Mom said that eggs won't paste the pot, and they are heated evenly and the color is beautiful. When the eggs are almost ready, I put the eggs aside, put the tomatoes in, add a little salt, fry them for a few times, and then take them out of the pot.
In this way, a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes is ready. Mother felt that there were few dishes, so she mixed a plate of cucumber and dried bean curd cold sauce.
Finally, we can eat. I opened the lid of the rice cooker. Ah, a delicious meal came to our face, and our family sat around the dining table and had a good time.
We have had many firsts in our lives. My most unforgettable first time was cooking. That time, I was reading in bed. Later, I felt a little hungry and my parents were not at home. I can only do it myself. But I have never cooked! I sat on the sofa and felt my stomach growling. Later, I decided to cook by myself. I walked into the kitchen and looked at all kinds of kitchen utensils and dishes, dazzled, and didn't know where to start.
Mom said, "steamed rice needs a bowl of rice and two bowls of water." So I did as my mother said. I washed the rice, put clean water in it, and finally steamed the rice and water in the rice cooker. Then I washed the carrots, shredded them, put them in a pot with fire, heated the oil in the pot, then added shredded carrots, stir-fried, added soy sauce and salt, and finally I added some peppers. My carrot bowl is ready. It's not pretty, but it smells good. I'm already sweating profusely. Later, I put the rice on the table and I went to fill it. At first glance, it looks no different from what my mother did. It is all soft and tender rice. After I tasted this dish, it was too salty. Maybe I put too much salt in it. Forget it. I'm starving. I don't care that much. Later, I ate less and ate more. I think this is the first time I cook by myself. I must eat it. I am enjoying the fruits of my labor, and my heart is full of joy! The so-called self-confidence, hard work and success;
I learned to cook today, and I also understand how hard it is for my mother to cook for us every day! When I am free, I will decide to help my mother do some housework.
I'm going to make lunch with my mother today. I get up early in the morning. After breakfast, we hit the road. I can't wait to get to the market. Ah! There are so many things here! My eyes, are you happy now? There are many things to show you. Mother bought many dishes, such as Coprinus comatus, eggplant, potatoes, fish, pork and so on.
When I got home, I couldn't wait to take out the plastic bag. "What are you doing?" Mom asked.
"I'm preparing to cook!" I answered proudly.
Mother snorted and smiled. "Only 10, we will start at 1 1: 30."
Well, we have to wait. What a disappointment. If only the clock could go faster.
"It's time at last. Why is this hour and a half so like a day? " I asked my mother. Mom didn't answer. She gave me a Coprinus comatus and told me to tear it into strips. I'm really happy here and I'm excited to tear it up. Mom also asked me to cut eggplant, but only allowed me to use a knife as sharp as a toy knife. This time, I am not so happy. How can you be a chef without a kitchen knife? I had a hard time cutting it. Then, mom started cooking, cha, cha, cha. ...
Dad came back as soon as the meal was cooked. He tasted the food. "Mmm, it's delicious." When my mother told him that I did most of it, he gave me a big hug and praised me, and my heart immediately bloomed with joy and sweetness.
From small to large, I have experienced countless firsts: the first time I braided my hair in front of the mirror, the first time I washed my socks awkwardly, and the first time I was afraid to sleep alone. What impressed me most was my first cooking.
At that time, I was only seven or eight years old. My mother went to work and I was alone at home. When I got up in the morning, I found that my mother had left me 5 yuan, and I planned to go downstairs and buy some snacks for breakfast, but the downstairs was not open yet.
I have to go home and wait first. When I passed the kitchen, I saw that there was still half a pot of rice that I didn't eat yesterday. I suddenly thought: Why not make a pot of fried rice with eggs?
So, I recalled the process my mother did. I went to get the ingredients.
I first found two eggs, a ham sausage and half an onion. Beat the eggs into a bowl, stir them evenly with chopsticks, and then carefully cut the intestines and onions with a knife. But this little sausage seems to be aimed at me on purpose, thick or thin. So I cut it with a knife first, and then cut it. Another trick when cutting onions is to cut them obliquely, so that the onions won't taste too bad.
Then I opened the pot and poured the oil. When the oil was hot, I poured the chopped green onion. This oil star really sucks. It kept jumping up, and I was too scared to go forward. So I quickly turned it over with a shovel and poured rice on it. There is only one task now, that is, to continue speculation. But after a while, my hands were sore.
After seven or eight minutes, I took them out.
Looking at golden, delicious and mouth-watering fried rice with eggs. I thought to myself: my mother is really not easy. I only did it once, but my mother does it every day. I will never be the little princess at home again. I will help my mother share the housework more and make her hair less white.
1 1 Today is Saturday. I decided to cook a meal for my mother. Because my mother is so tired at ordinary times, I want her to have a rest.
I got up early and spent the whole morning finishing the homework left by the teacher, then I had time to cook for my mother. At noon, after 1 1, go to the kitchen and start cooking. I cook first, wash half a bowl of rice, and steam rice porridge first.
What are you doing? I've thought about it for a long time, and I think potatoes are easier to cook. Because when my mother cooked fried potatoes, I watched it several times and knew the steps of frying potatoes.
Just do this, take out a potato from the refrigerator, wash it, and peel it off bit by bit with a paring knife. Potatoes without skin look yellow and fresh. I followed my mother's example. I sliced the potatoes first and then shredded them. However, no matter how I cut it, I didn't cut it as thin and evenly as my mother did. Forget it, that's it. Then I cut a green pepper, a short onion and some ginger.
When everything was ready, I opened the fire and put it in the frying pan. When the pan was hot, I put in a spoonful of oil. Soon, the oil was hot, and I quickly put the green pepper, onion and ginger into the pot. With the sound of "hippo chef Lala", I imitated my mother and kept turning it with a spatula. The onion seems to have turned black, so I quickly poured the shredded potatoes into the pot. Soon, the food will give off a fragrance.
The tender yellow of potato chips with the green of green pepper and oily look really bright. It must look delicious.
The sound of opening the door. Mom's back. She looked at the delicious shredded potatoes on the table, surprised and happy.
Looking at my mother eating my cooking with relish, I want to smile proudly.
Excellent composition of cooking 12 since childhood, I have experienced many firsts, including the first exam, the first ride ... the most interesting thing is the first cooking.
My parents were not at home that day. I think I should learn to cook when I am so old. "Just make fried eggs!" I took out a pot first, then oil and eggs. Everything is ready, and I am excited and nervous. I've been thinking about my mother's movements when she cooks fried eggs. "come on It will succeed! " I kept saying this sentence in my mouth, encouraging myself.
I poured the oil into the pot, lit the fire, and carefully poured the eggs into the pot. After a while, a lot of small bubbles appeared in the pot, and oil spilled out constantly. At that time, I was so scared that I quickly stepped back and thought, how hot it is to be splashed by oil! Well, since you've done this, let's keep doing it. I walked a few steps slowly and saw that the eggs in the pot had formed. I quickly sprinkled some salt and took them out. Looking at my first fried egg, I was so happy that I almost ate it. "Hey, is this egg ripe?" "I can't help but have great doubts about my work, because this egg not only has unmelted salt, but also the color is not as good as my mother's. I gave it a stick with chopsticks, and the unripe yolk soon overflowed. I was so depressed that I put the eggs in the pot, lit the fire and fried them slowly. The egg turned golden, and I caught it again. " It should be ripe this time. "With a nervous heart, I stood on the chopsticks again." Cooked, great! "I have a smile on my face. I ate my first fried egg happily.
I think this egg is more delicious than any fried egg I have ever eaten, because it is the result of my first cooking.
Father is on a business trip and mother goes to grandma's house. Mom said, "Hanhan, go to grandma's house for dinner this morning!" " "I said that I am so old and can't cook by myself? Mother smiled and nodded.
When I came home from school at noon, I followed my mother's example, put on my apron and went to the kitchen. Burn the fire first, then clean the pot and pour some water into it. After a while, the water boiled, as if singing cooing. I put the noodles in the pot, and now there are only noodles left. I think I will cook better than my mother.
After a while, when the noodles were cooked, I brought chopsticks, opened the pot and fished out some from the bottom of the pot with chopsticks. How come? Noodles are still white! Usually my mother's noodles are not like this. Cook it again. I'll sit there and wait for the noodles to be cooked. After a while, the noodles are still white. What happened? I looked at my watch. It's two o'clock. If I cook again, I will be late for school. I quickly ate a bowl of bad noodles and left home in frustration.
In the afternoon, I asked my mother why all the noodles I cooked were white. My mother explained why. It turns out that I didn't put any seasoning. My mother taught me to observe everything carefully in the future, and I blushed to my ears.
Oh! It turns out that you can't just watch and do nothing. We should observe carefully and be careful.
I am eleven years old, and I am a fourth-grade student in Xingou Experimental Primary School. Recently, my mother was annoyed by my naughty behavior, so I have been trying to express my apologies in a way these days. Today, I finally came up with an idea: cook a loving meal for my mother to make her happy.
Recently, my mother has been working overtime every night and often stays up late. I found her mouth blistered and began to get angry. I often hear my mother say that eating green vegetable soup can make a fire. So, I found green vegetables, learned how my mother usually cooks, washed them carefully with clear water, then cut them into small pieces with a kitchen knife, turned on the gas stove, put some oil and put them in the pot. Put them down, I hear "?" With a loud noise, I covered my ears in fear and escaped. There was no sound, so I ran back, fried the vegetables a few times, then added some water and salt, covered the lid and let it burn slowly.
Next, I took three eggs, put them in a bowl and stirred them evenly. Then I washed a cucumber, sliced it, and poured the oil into the pot. Then pour the eggs into the pot. "?" By the way, because I am experienced this time, I am not afraid, so I put the cucumber slices in the pot and fry them for a while, then put the vegetables on the plate and carefully put them on the table. Looking at the finished products I made on the dining table, I waited anxiously for my mother to come back from work soon. She will be very happy to see it.
My mother just came back from work and couldn't believe the food and soup I cooked. She asked me, "Who made this dish?"
I said, "Who else but me?" Mother looked at the food carefully again, tasted it carefully, and then gave a thumbs-up and said, "You are great!" " "When I heard my mother praise me like this, all my previous hard work and fatigue suddenly disappeared, and my heart was as sweet as honey. Today, I learned to cook, and I was forgiven and affirmed by my mother.
Excellent composition for cooking 15 Today is Sunday. I have finished my homework and am playing in the yard. Soon, it was time to cook. I went to the kitchen to help my grandmother cook. My grandmother suddenly said that she would teach me how to cook. I was stunned, but I agreed happily. Cooking should be fun!
My grandmother asked me to take two bowls of rice from the rice barrel and put them in the basket first. Then, my grandmother asked me to put the basket under the tap water to wash the rice. I listen to grandma and do as she says. Then, grandma asked me to put the washed rice in the pot and add some water to start cooking. My grandmother also gave some advice when discharging water.
I cook with a stove at home. So I went behind the stove to make a fire. I put the firewood in one by one. The fire immediately licked the bottom of the pot like a tongue. My grandmother stood by and told me not to add any more firewood to the stove until it was finished. At the same time, my grandmother asked me to dig out the bottom, saying it would make the fire more prosperous.
It didn't take long for the heat to come out of the pot. My grandmother told me not to burn any more when she saw the hot air, saying that she could stew it for a while and eat it. I stopped burning.
I don't think cooking is difficult, so I think whatever you do, as long as you do it bravely, you can do it again, and there will be a third time ... you must persist and you will succeed one day. You don't know until you try, but you will know when you try. Cooking is not difficult.
At dinner, everyone said that today's meal was delicious. My grandmother told them that I cooked today's meal, and everyone gave a thumbs up. I won't mention how happy I am! I will cook more when I have the chance in the future. Although cooking is not easy, I still think it is a very fulfilling thing!