1. An essay on cooking for myself

On Saturday, my mother gave me the important, glorious and sacred task of cooking lunch.

I start work on time at eleven o'clock. Tie a small apron around your waist, pour two spoons of Thai fragrant rice into the basket, rinse it with water, pick out the debris, pour it into the rice cooker, add another tablespoon of water, press the switch, and the rice cooker starts to "work" "Yes.

Start preparing side dishes, hey, I want to show off my skills! "A bowl of fried vegetables, a bowl of tomato soup, and a bowl of your specialty." I read the number of dishes my mother wrote on the "menu" and decided to make the soup first. Peel the bamboo shoots and cut the tomatoes into slices. I always feel that something is missing. Oh, it turns out to be mustard. Wash the mustard and cut it together with the bamboo shoots. Put it into the big pot with the tomatoes and add water. We lit a fire together and started cooking; on the other side, I set up a pan and prepared to stir-fry the vegetables.

Throw the rotten leaves in the green vegetables into the trash can, rinse the vegetables, cut them into pieces and cut them; heat oil in the pot, pour the vegetables into the pot, and pop them. There was a sound of "pili bang", and then I huddled in the corner, stretched my neck and took a look, ah, the food was almost burnt! I quickly stir-fried it and poured it into the plate. At this time, the soup was ready. I brought a big bowl and poured the soup into it. Looking at a bowl of burnt vegetables and a bowl of boiling soup, I remembered that there is also a bowl of specialty dishes, grilled sausages! Take the sausage out of the packaging bag and cut a dozen slits so that the sausage can be roasted more thoroughly. After heating the oil, throw in the sausage and fry it until golden brown. Take it out and a "summer" meal is ready. I owe it to "Dongfeng".

My parents ate the food I cooked and kept praising me for being good and good. I was so praised that I blushed.

2. Write an essay about cooking for the first time

In our lives, there have been many firsts: the first time walking at night, the first time Going camping for the first time, taking a train for the first time, traveling to other places for the first time, raising small animals for the first time... Each "first time" is like a footprint, imprinted on the path of our growth, which makes us gain something from it. A revelation.

The first time I learned to cook was when I was in fourth grade. My father and mother were not at home that day. I stayed at home alone. My mother asked me to cook instant noodles, but I didn’t know how to cook them at all. Don't want to eat. I suddenly remembered that there were vegetables and noodles in the kitchen, so I prepared to cook for myself.

What I want to make is tomato and egg noodles. The ingredients required are: two tomatoes, two raw eggs, five or six green onions, and cooking oil. After preparing the ingredients, I started cooking just like my mother usually does.

First, take out the tomatoes, wash them with water, and use a spoon to scrape the skin until it is soft, so that the skin can be peeled off easily. After peeling, I cut the tomatoes into pieces with a knife and put them on a plate. The next step is to beat the eggs. Break the eggs first, then pour the egg whites and yolks into the bowl. Finally, chop the onions. After the onions are chopped, pour them into the bowl.

Then pour some oil into the pot. When the oil boils, pour the eggs into the pot. After the eggs turn golden brown, use a cooking spatula to cut the eggs into small pieces and pour them into the pot. Put into bowl. After frying the eggs, it’s time to fry the tomatoes and green onions. First pour the onions into the pot, stir-fry a few times and then add the chopped tomatoes. When the flavor is completely absorbed, pour the eggs into the pot. Stir a few times and then pour some water into the pot. After the water boils, the soup will be ready. .

The last thing to do is to cook the noodles, pour some water into the pot, then wait for the water to boil, put the noodles into the pot, wait until the water boils again, and then take out the noodles. But it was a bit soft and turned into porridge, hehe...

This is my first time to cook. Although the rice turned into porridge, I am still very happy. After all, this is the rice I have cooked. , I made it myself and it tastes delicious.

Through this incident, I understand a truth. As long as we do it ourselves, no matter how bad it is, we feel good about it. I also know how difficult it is for parents. They have to be busy cooking after get off work every day, and they have to make it to suit our taste. Therefore, we must cherish everything our parents have done for us. 3. Cooking for the first time, a 500-word essay

I have experienced many firsts, the first time I stepped onto the podium, the first time I was criticized by a teacher, and the first time I was late for school. But what I still remember most is the first time I cooked!

I remember that day, I came home and found that the house was empty, and my stomach was already singing "Empty City Strategy". I searched the house and found nothing delicious, only a few vegetables on the ground. . So I decided to make something myself to fill my stomach first!

What to do? After much deliberation, I decided to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I got excited about my "genius" idea. I followed my mother's lead and carefully selected four large, round eggs and a tomato from the refrigerator. I found a bowl and knocked the egg on the bowl. However, the egg was still full of belly and was not broken at all. It seemed that it was proudly saying to me: "Huh, baby, you want to knock me? No way!" So I pressed the egg again. I knocked the bowl on the ground, and unexpectedly, I used too much force and the egg juice splashed all over me, ugh! It's so easy to see my mother do it, but it's so difficult when it's my turn! After cleaning, I tried to crack an egg again with moderate force. Ah, it worked! I break the eggs into the bowl one by one.

Then cut the tomatoes, stir in the eggs and sprinkle with green onions and salt. I turned on the fire and poured in the oil. After the oil pan made a "sizzling" sound, I poured in the egg liquid from a distance. I was scared to death, fearing that the oil would burst into my hands. Okay, okay! It's okay, it's okay! My palms are sweaty. I breathed a sigh of relief! After a while, small milky white bubbles appeared around the eggs. I turned the eggs over, then poured in the tomatoes and fried them for a while. A dish came out of the oven just like this. I was eating the dish, eating the dish that had been made after a lot of hard work. My mind is full of the scenes of my mother cooking. How difficult it is for my mother! 4. The first time to cook, a 600-word essay

Every time I see my mother putting delicious food on the table, my mouth starts to water. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I volunteered and said to my mother: "Mom, I will cook today's meal!" My mother looked at me with doubtful eyes and said to me, "Can you do it?" "If I don't know how, you can teach me." Me." Mom finally agreed to me.

My mother told me: "You cook it by yourself first. When you don't know how, think about how your mother usually cooks." Then my mother went out. First, I thought about what to eat today. Yes, I will eat tomatoes and scrambled eggs today. I took a few tomatoes from the cabinet, washed them, and cut them up. I could still cut it patiently at first, but later, I saw that the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cut them, the tomatoes were all the same thickness. So I started cutting again. This time, the tomatoes I cut were much better than last time. Then, I turned on the stove, lit a fire, took a few eggs, poured some oil into the pot, I knocked the eggs to the edge of the bowl, and the bright yellow heart of the egg flowed out from the shell, I quickly took a bowl Then, the egg yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured the tomatoes into the pot. I took a spoon and stirred it in the pot, then closed the lid. After a while, the heat came out of the pot. I quickly took off the lid of the pot, and the alluring aroma came out. I quickly took a spoon and stirred it. Turn off the heat. Pour the scrambled eggs with tomatoes onto the plate, and I put them in a nice shape. After bringing the plate to the dinner table, I went to call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking, what if I don’t do it well. I don’t think about this anymore. I feel that the food I cooked this time is still very good.

Mom came back. I asked her to check whether it was qualified or not. Mom tasted it and said it tasted okay, and she would let you cook next time. When I heard my mother's words of praise for me, my heart felt as sweet as honey. I must work hard next time to make the rice more delicious and delicious. Through this incident, I learned that I should carefully observe everything around me. If I didn't observe how my mother cooked, then I wouldn't make such a meal today. So, don’t underestimate every little thing in life, it may be an opportunity for you to exercise

I have experienced many firsts, such as: learning to make a bicycle for the first time , my first time mopping the floor...but they weren't as fun as my first time cooking.

I often stay at home alone during the summer vacation. I remember one time, my parents didn't come home very late. I was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and there was always the sound of my stomach growling in my ears. "Hey, there's really nothing I can do about it, my poor belly!" I said to myself. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind: My mother comes home from work every day and is exhausted from having to do so much housework. I should help my mother share some housework. Why not take this opportunity to cook a meal and show off my talents? It's a real skill, and it can also give this hungry belly a little "strength". It's really the best of both worlds. Just do it, I came to the kitchen and started to show off my skills. The first dish was tomato and egg soup. I first took out three eggs and two tomatoes from the refrigerator, then put the tomatoes in the sink to clean them, then cut them into pieces, put them in the pot, then used a bowl to get two bowls of water and poured them into the pot; I was about to crack the egg, "Hey, boy, you are so miserable!" I said proudly, the egg seemed to understand my words, I even broke it five times without breaking it, I was really exhausted, and finally I got angry and stabbed him into pieces with scissors. . I happily poured the egg whites and yolks into the bowl and stirred them quickly with chopsticks, then put them into the pot. Finally, put the lid on the pot, turn on the fire, and start cooking. After five minutes, I turned off the heat, opened the lid of the pot, and a burst of aroma poured into my nose and straight into my stomach. "It smells so good!" I said. Just as I was about to cook the second dish, a crisp and sweet doorbell called "Ding Dong, Ding Dong" came to my ears, and I hurriedly ran to open the door. My parents are back. They came back from buying fast food. Fortunately, they didn't buy soup, otherwise my tomato and egg soup would be eliminated.

The feeling of cooking for the first time was pretty good. Although there was some "accident" on the way, my first dish was quite successful!

Cooking for the first time

There are many firsts in life, both joyful and sad. Each first time is worth cherishing. I also have many firsts, just take cooking as an example. I made my kitchen a mess!

"Oh! Who will be cooking today..." No one answered me. I searched all over the house but couldn't find anyone there. What is this? A piece of paper said casually, "We're going home soon at noon. You can make your own food." I was silent for a while. Then, the sentence "I can't cook" appeared in my head!

"Gulu, Gulu...

"! My stomach began to complain. I had no choice but to make it myself! I entered the kitchen that made me uneasy. First I opened the refrigerator and said, "What are you doing?" Eggs, cabbage, potatoes. Then let's make eggs today. Let’s make fried rice with cabbage!

Break the eggs first and stir them. Wash the cabbage first and then cut it into small pieces. It's not the same, it's thick, it's broken, the cabbage is falling all over the floor, and the eggs are everywhere. Don't worry, filling your stomach is the most important thing.

The first thing to eat is the less. At one o'clock, it's time to add the eggs and stir-fry. Add the cabbage and stir-fry again. Add half a spoonful of salt! Stir and stir.

The color is okay; the smell is a bit strange; I dare not eat it! It's a bit salty and the lettuce tastes too oily. I just have to wait for my mother to come back and help me clean it up! Endgame. Please help me make something to eat!

This is my first time. What is your first time?

I wrote it myself. ! 5. The first time I cook by myself.

The first time I cook by myself. I have never cooked by myself. Today I will cook by myself. , the first time I cooked my own composition. First, I took a loofah from the refrigerator and peeled the loofah skin with a plane. Then, I washed the loofah and cut it into slices. Then I took out the "frying pan", and then Put the loofah into the pot. When the loofah looks soft, take it out of the pot, scoop it out and set it aside. Stir the "cat fish" into the water and mix well. Finally, put the loofah in it and mix it. Children, what do you want? If you want to eat it, just make this delicious "cat fish" mixed with loofah! By the way, do it under the supervision of an adult! A 150-word essay for primary school students (/) for the first time. An essay about one thing, write an essay with the title "First Time Cooking" Let me say it first, I

Every time I see my mother putting delicious meals on the table, my mouth water It flowed down. I also wanted to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I volunteered and said to my mother: "Mom, I will cook today's meal!" "My mother looked at me with doubtful eyes and said to me: "Can you do it? "If I don't know how, can you teach me?" My mother finally agreed to me. My mother told me: "You should cook it yourself first. When you don't know how, think about how your mother usually cooks." Then Mom went out. First of all, I thought about what to eat today. Yes, today I will eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I took a few tomatoes from the cabinet, washed them, and cut them. I was still able to cut them patiently at first. But later, I saw that the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cut them, the tomatoes were all the same thickness. So I started cutting again. This time, the tomatoes I cut were much better than last time. Then, I I turned on the stove, lit the fire, took a few eggs, poured a little oil into the pot, I knocked the eggs to the edge of the bowl, and the bright yellow center of the egg flowed out from the shell. I quickly took a bowl and poured the egg yolk. It flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured the tomatoes into the pot. I took a spoon and stirred it in the pot. Then I closed the lid. After a while, heat came out of the pot. , I quickly took the lid off the pot, and the tempting aroma came out. I quickly took a spoon and stirred it. Turned off the fire. Pour the scrambled tomatoes and eggs into the plate, and I put it in a nice shape. .Bring the plate to the dinner table, I went to call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking, what if I don’t cook well. I don’t think about this anymore, I feel like I did it this time The rice was still very good. When my mother came back, I asked her to check whether it was good or not. She tasted it and said it tasted okay, and she would let you cook next time. I listened to my mother's compliments and I felt like eating them. It’s as sweet as honey. I must work hard next time to make the rice more delicious and delicious. Through this incident, I understand that I need to carefully observe everything around me. If I don’t observe how my mother behaves If you don’t cook, then I won’t make such a meal today. So, don’t underestimate every little thing in life, it may be an opportunity for you to exercise. 7. It’s your first time to cook. Composition of 600 words

Cooking for the first time

There are many firsts in life, both happy and sad. Each of them is worth cherishing. I also have many. For the first time in many years, taking cooking as an example, I made a mess in my kitchen!

“Oh! Who will be cooking today? . "No one answered me. I searched all over the house and couldn't find anyone. What is this? A piece of paper that casually said, "We are going home at noon. You can make your own food." I was silent. For a while. Then, the words "I can't cook" appeared in my head!

"Gulu, Gulu." . "! My stomach began to complain. I had no choice but to make it myself! I entered the kitchen that made me uneasy. First I opened the refrigerator and said, "What are you doing?" Eggs, cabbage, potatoes. Then let's make eggs today. Let’s make fried rice with cabbage!

Break the eggs first and stir them. Wash the cabbage first and cut it into small pieces. It's different, it's thick, it's broken, the cabbage is falling all over the floor, and the eggs are everywhere. Don't worry, filling your stomach is the most important thing.

The oil comes first, then the less. Now you can add eggs and stir-fry; add cabbage and continue stir-frying; add rice and stir-fry again. Added half a spoonful of salt! Turn and turn, the pot is ready! applaud!

The color is okay; the smell is a bit strange; the taste - don’t dare to eat it! I plucked up the courage to taste it, but it was a bit salty, and the lettuce tasted like undercooked, too oily! Summary completed. I can only wait for my mother to come back and help me clean up the mess. Come on, help me make something edible!

This is my first time. What is your first time? 8. The essay about how I cooked for my parents should be no less than 400 words

One noon during the holiday, as usual, I started reading after finishing my homework at home, and my father and mother hadn’t come back yet. , I wanted to surprise my father and mother and cook a meal for them, so I started to take action.

First, I rolled up my sleeves. I washed the tomatoes. After washing, I beat the eggs into a bowl, stirred them with chopsticks, and cut the tomatoes into small pieces. Put pieces or small pieces in a bowl, then light the fire, put the pot on the stove to heat, put some oil in the pot, heat it, then pour the eggs into the pot and fry them, and finally pour the tomatoes. Put it into the pot and fry it with eggs, add some salt and sugar, and then add some water to fry it. Then pour the vegetables into the plate. Later, I cut some cucumbers and cooked some noodles. Dad and Mom finally got off work. When they got home, they smelled really good. They said, why isn’t it so fragrant? Then I pulled them to the table, and I happily put tomatoes, eggs, cucumbers, and noodles on the table. My father and mother ate them happily and said, "It's so delicious. I didn't expect you to become so sensible. You I’ve grown up so much.”

Today’s meal was particularly delicious because I felt the joy of success. Even the simplest things would make my father and mother very happy. 9. Write an essay about cooking for the first time

Cooking for the first time

I have experienced many firsts, such as riding a bicycle for the first time, going to school by myself for the first time, The first duty and so on, but the thing that left the deepest impression on me was the first time I cooked.

One morning during the summer vacation, my father went to play tennis and was not at home, and my mother did not come back from working the night shift. I read for about 15 minutes in the morning and felt my stomach growling. I thought to myself, I don’t know when my father and mother will come back. I am already a fourth grade student. When will I learn to cook all kinds of meals and dishes by myself? If you don’t have the first time, you will never learn, so why not try it once today!

I decided to learn to cook a relatively simple meal first - instant noodles. First, I filled a small pot with half a pot of water and put it on the gas stove. Secondly, I tried to turn on the main switch of the gas stove according to the usual actions of adults, and turned it to the left with my hand; then turned on the fire, pressed it down with my hand, and then turned it to the left with a little force. It didn't turn on the first time, so I quickly returned the switch to its original position because I remembered my father telling me that although the fire was not on, the gas was still coming out, which was very dangerous and easy to cause gas poisoning. After trying it twice, it finally caught fire the third time. Again, I cut open a tomato with a knife and chopped a few cilantro. At this time, the water boiled, I took out an egg, knocked it gently on the side of the fire, slowly broke it open with my hands, and quickly put it into the pot. After about two minutes, when the egg was estimated to be almost cooked, I added the tomatoes, Put the instant noodles into the pot and pour three bags of seasoning into the pot. After about another minute, put the pot down with a small cloth towel and put the coriander into the pot. A fragrant instant noodles is made. Eating the instant noodles I made with relish, I couldn't be more happy.

In the future, I will also learn to cook all kinds of delicious dishes.

Cooking for the first time

On Sunday, my parents are at home. I feel that my parents usually work too hard. Now they finally have time to rest, but they have to cook and wash for me. , I have to clean the room, which is very tiring. So, today I decided to cook a meal for Mom and Dad to let them have a good and relaxing rest.

My mother was very touched when she found out, and said to me: "You are too young to know how to do it, and you may be easily injured if you are not careful." "No, you usually work too hard, so let me work for you today. Let’s go!”

After a long morning, it’s finally noon. I hurried to the kitchen and imitated my mother seriously. I first found two small pumpkins from the refrigerator, a handful of garlic, the frozen meat that I had already bought, and, by the way, my favorite tomatoes.

Putting on my apron, I rolled up my sleeves, carefully picked up the kitchen knife, chopped the pumpkin into two pieces, and was about to cut one half into slices, when my mother saw me cutting the vegetables. , was startled, and said: "Tilt the knife outward a little, be careful not to cut your fingers." It makes sense, I thought about it carefully, and cut the pumpkin into slices without much effort, although it was a bit thick. . Cutting into shreds was a bit difficult. I arranged the pumpkin slices neatly and cut them gently. The pumpkin slices were still a little slippery. I held them firmly with my left hand and clumsily cut them into so-called pieces of different thicknesses. Silk.

After finally finishing the preparations, we started cooking. My mother has been watching from the side, giving instructions from time to time on how to pour oil, add seasonings, when to put the vegetables in, and how to start the pot. I listened and followed the instructions.

The pot was "cracking", and my heart was "dinging, dong dong". I stir-fried it randomly, and then added salt, MSG and other seasonings in a haphazard way. In this way, I cooked one dish after another, and I was most proud of it. It's my tomato omelette soup, but it doesn't taste like it.

When the meal was ready, my father took a few bites and said, "It smells so good. You are really good at it." "Yes, yes, your tongue and teeth are so fresh." Mom added humorously.

After listening to everyone's compliments, I felt that my shoulders were so sore. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and smiled happily. This was my first time cooking! I also understand that even seemingly simple things are not easy to do.

First time cooking

There are many things I did for the first time, but the most interesting thing was my first time cooking.

One time, my parents were not at home, and it was almost noon and they hadn’t come back yet. I just want to give my parents a surprise. I usually eat ready-made food, but today I want to cook it for my parents. No need to make porridge, there are steamed buns in the refrigerator, just heat them in the microwave. What can we cook? To be honest, I can't stir-fry other vegetables, but scrambled eggs. Then scramble the eggs!

Just do it. I first break the eggs into a bowl, add some salt, and then mix them with chopsticks. After the eggs in the bowl are evenly distributed, I put the oil pan on the gas, light the fire, add oil, and when the oil is hot, add the eggs in the bowl. Pour it into the pot and stir it a few times with a cooking spatula. After 2 minutes, a fragrant and yellow plate of scrambled eggs is ready.

As soon as I put the plate on the table, the door opened and my parents came back. "What's so delicious?" they said in unison. "Of course it's my favorite scrambled eggs. I cooked them myself this time. How about you try my skills?" My mother smiled and said to me: "My child, you are awesome! When I was this big, the scrambled eggs were all burnt." Then she picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. "It's delicious, it's delicious." Dad also came over to taste it. After taking a sip, I said, "It smells really good." Looking at them devouring it, I felt so beautiful.

Since then, I have taken the initiative to go to the kitchen whenever I have time. Firstly, I can practice my cooking skills, and secondly, I can give my parents more surprises. My cooking skills are really good now. 10. A 600-word essay on cooking for the first time

[A 600-word essay on cooking for the first time] I have experienced many firsts, such as: the first time

the first time I learned Making a bicycle, mopping the floor for the first time...but they are not as interesting as my first time cooking. A 600-word essay on my first time cooking.

I often stay at home alone during the summer vacation. I remember one time, my parents didn't come home very late. I was sitting on the sofa

watching TV, and there was always the sound of my stomach growling in my ears.

"Hey, there's really nothing I can do about it, my poor belly!" I said to myself

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It’s absolutely beautiful. I did what I said, and I came to the kitchen and started to show off my skills. The first dish was tomato and egg soup. I first took out three eggs and two tomatoes from the refrigerator

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The egg seemed to understand my words, I even knocked it five times without breaking it.

I was so exhausted that I finally got angry and stabbed him to pieces with scissors

. I happily poured the egg whites and yolks into the bowl and stirred them quickly with chopsticks, and then put them into the pot. Finally, put the lid on the pot

, turn on the fire, and start cooking. Five minutes later, I turned off the fire

and opened the lid of the pot, and a burst of aroma poured into my nose and straight into my

stomach. "It smells so good!" I said. Just as I was about to cook the second dish, a crisp and sweet sound of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong"

came to my ears, and I hurriedly ran to open the door. It's Dad

Mom is back. They came back from making fast food. Fortunately

they didn't make soup, otherwise my tomato and egg soup would be eliminated.

The feeling of cooking for the first time was pretty good. Although, there was an "accident" on the way

but my first dish was still quite good

Successful!