First time cooking essay 1 Last night, I boasted in front of my family that I would cook today’s Chinese meal, but when I walked into the kitchen, I was very embarrassed - I don’t know What should I eat for lunch? I opened the refrigerator and saw that there were: meat, eggs, cucumbers, green vegetables, bitter melon, and a piece of fish! Wow, it’s quite rich! Now, I made up my mind and confidently bought some food from the rice jar. Scooped three full bowls of rice into the rice cooker. I washed the rice several times in water, then poured hot water into the inner pot, put it in the rice cooker and started cooking. The rice has begun to cook, and now it's my "show" time! I first took out three cucumbers, two bitter melons and two eggs from the refrigerator. After washing all five melons, I took a knife and cut one bitter melon into two sides, dug out the seeds in the middle, and cut the outer flesh into small pieces. I cut the other bitter melon into many pieces. Shape into small cubes, put into juicer and squeeze into bitter melon juice. I put the bitter melon cut into small pieces into the pot, added oil, and salt, and a plate of delicious bitter melon slices was officially released! I took a small bite, wow! It smells so good! Although the bitter melon is bitter, it is bitter. Sweet and quite delicious! I also fried two eggs. They were tender white and golden, with a touch of oil and a strong fragrance. It was so beautiful! I cut a cucumber into small dices and added it to the squeeze. After squeezing the juice, pour half of the bitter melon juice in and take a sip. Although it has some raw taste, there is a faint grassy aroma. I smashed the remaining two cucumbers into small, flat pieces. I put them in the pot and "rinsed" them in hot water several times. They were cooked in a while. I picked them up with a spoon and gently cooked them. Put it gently into a bowl, mix with warm boiling water a little minced garlic, vinegar and light soy sauce, plus a few red peppers of matching color, and the cucumber salad is ready! By this time, the rice has been cooked, and the time has reached twelve o'clock. I put the cooked vegetables and squeezed juice on the dining table. The bright colors were appetizing. My parents even praised the delicious food I cooked!
First time Cooking Essay 2 I have experienced many firsts, such as: the first time I learned to ride a bicycle, the first time I mopped the floor, the first time I raised a small animal, but they are not as interesting as my first time cooking. ! However, another problem was placed in front of me: What should I make? I thought about it, well, let’s make the simplest egg fried rice! First, prepare all the raw materials and start working. !Cut the ham sausage into small dices and put it on a small plate; then soak the green beans in a small bowl: Fried rice (Fortunately, my mother taught me a few tricks, otherwise I would have to eat "cold rice mixed with ham sausage" today "Okay) Okay, let's get down to business. At this time, I had put the oil in the pot and heated it up, and it made a "crackling" sound. I thought: It’s time to put the eggs and sausage in! So I smashed the eggs and put them into the pot together with the ham sausage. This was a terrible move. All the oil splashed from the pot fell on my arm. A heartbreaking pain immediately flowed throughout my body. I screamed, but I held it back. Just rinse it with water and continue drying. When I looked into the pot again, wow! The bottom of the pot was a little mushy, so I quickly used a shovel to shovel out the mushy areas. Then put the rice in. I shoveled it with the shovel for a while, thinking it would be good now! So I took a bite. Darling, no, I haven’t added the salt yet! So I quickly added the salt. Phew, it’s finally done! Although it was hard, tiring and injured, I finally had the first meal I cooked. Although it wasn’t very delicious, I believe that after this experience, I will definitely make it next time. Better.
First time cooking essay Part 3 There are many firsts in life, some are joyful and some are sad, and every first time is worth cherishing.
I also have many firsts, just take cooking as an example. I made a mess in my kitchen! Oops! No one answered me about who will be cooking today. I searched all over the house but couldn't find anyone there. What is this? A note that casually says we won't be going home at noon, so you can make your own food. I was silent for a while. Then, a sentence appeared in my head: I can't cook! Gulu, Gulu, my stomach started to complain. I had no choice but to cook it myself! I entered the kitchen that made me uneasy. First open the refrigerator, what's there? Eggs, cabbage, potatoes. Then let’s make egg and cabbage fried rice today! Ah! Beat the eggs first, stir and stir, it should be ready. Cabbage, wash it first. Then slowly cut it one knife at a time. How could this happen? They were of different sizes, some were thick, some were broken, cabbage fell all over the floor; eggs were also scattered everywhere. No matter, filling your stomach is the most important thing. The oil comes first, then a little less. Now you can add eggs and stir-fry; add cabbage and continue stir-frying; add rice and stir-fry again. Add half a spoonful of salt! Stir and stir, the pot is ready! Applause! The color is okay; the smell is a bit strange; the taste - I dare not eat it! Muster up the courage to try a little, it is a bit salty, and there is a bit of undercooked lettuce flavor. Too oily! Summary completed. I can only wait for my mother to come back and help me clean up the mess. Also, help me make something edible! This is my first time. What is your first time?
First time cooking essay 4 Early in the morning, I and I Mom got up from the bed and discussed what to cook. I said, "Mom. I want to buy a barbecue grill, and let's make juicy barbecue." But my mother ruthlessly rejected me. After a heated discussion, we finally came up with two recipes. Dishes - scrambled eggs with tomatoes and crucian carp in shuttlecock. First of all, welcome Chef Qin with a round of applause! I, Chef Qin, will make tomato scrambled eggs first. First I took the eggs out of the refrigerator one by one, but as soon as I got the eggs, I made a big joke: I threw the eggs on the cutting board, and the eggs broke and Chef Tan also slipped. My mother taught me that the eggs should be cracked into small cracks on the side of the bowl, and then broken apart from the cracks. I tried it and it really worked. I don’t dare to call myself a chef anymore. In front of my mother and grandma, I’m so inferior! Beating eggs turns out to be simple, but it also requires cooking skills and knowledge! Next, Chef Qin will appear again It's time! I want to cut tomatoes. I waved my big knife left and right, and I finished cutting the tomatoes in a short while. My obsessive-compulsive mother commented that I didn’t cut it well, one piece was too big and the other was too small. I thought: Chef Qin’s first time cutting vegetables was already very good! I officially started making tomato scrambled eggs, but I was afraid that the oil would splash on my handsome face, so I quickly grabbed a big pomegranate and ran to the room to eat it. When I was reading and eating with my mouth full of juice, my mother rushed in and took me to the kitchen. She taught me sternly: "You must concentrate on doing things, not half-heartedly, and you must start and finish, and don't end in an anticlimax." Walking into the kitchen, grandma They were already cooking crucian carp in shuttlecock, so Chef Tan adjusted the heat according to grandma's instructions, carefully put the small crucian carp on the plate, and sprinkled them with a layer of chopped green onion and served them to the table. This morning, from the preparation to the creation of sumptuous dishes, I had a profound understanding: you must be patient and methodical in everything you do, and you cannot be reckless. We must have a beginning and an end, and we must not end in an anticlimactic manner. I also feel that my grandma and mother still have a hard time cooking, and I want to love them well.
The First Time to Cook Composition Part 5 During the winter vacation, the teacher assigned an assignment, which was to cook a three-course dinner. As soon as I came to the kitchen, my curiosity welled up like a spring. Many kitchen utensils and spices in the kitchen feel fresh to me, because I have never cooked before, and the number of times I have been to the kitchen is only a handful! "If you have carrots at home, just make carrot stew!" Listening to my mother's words, I followed her example and took some carrots and put them in the water to wash them all cleanly. I scrubbed it carefully with my hands to wash off all the mud on the carrots. Finally I finished washing the carrots. They were all shiny and clean, but I was exhausted.
The workload in this first step is so large. It must not be easy to make this dish! Then, I turned on the fire, heated the pot, and then poured the braised pig's trotters soup into the pot. Inside. I took the spatula and stir-fried it left and right. Suddenly, I used too much force and shoveled the vegetables out of the pot. Alas, cooking is really not easy! Even cutting carrots is very particular. First cut diagonally, then turn the carrots in a circle and cut again. Each piece of radish cut in this way will be even in size and will burn well. Easier to taste. After cutting it, I quickly put the radish down, covered the pot, and then left everything to time. The carrots need to simmer for 15 minutes, during which time I start stir-frying. Unexpectedly, before the food was put into the pot, my hand was burned by the oil star and the pain was unbearable. However, I had learned from the previous dish and this one went much more smoothly. Then, I cooked the fish and soup, and dinner was done! The attractive carrots, the green celery, the fragrant mushroom spinach soup, and the delicious pomfret made my mouth water, so I quickly picked up my chopsticks and ate them. . While eating, I thought: No matter what you learn, such as cooking, if you want to become proficient, you must learn more and practice more. The idiom "Practice makes perfect" goes well. Only by practicing more can you succeed. As long as you practice more, you can succeed.
First time cooking essay 6 I have experienced many firsts, such as: the first time I learned to make a bicycle, the first time I mopped the floor, but they are not as good as my first time. Cooking is fun. 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. As soon as I said 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 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 not bad. Although there was an "accident" on the way, my first dish was still quite successful!
First time cooking essay 7 Saturday morning , I asked my mother to accompany me to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and my mother agreed. When I came to the vegetable market, there were crowds of people everywhere, and there were so many different kinds of vegetables that I couldn’t see clearly which one was a person and which one was a vegetable. My mother and I came to a beach selling tomatoes and bought a pound and a half. Then, we bought a few vegetables and my favorite chicken wings, and went home with the things. When I got home, I looked at the clock and saw it was half past eleven. I quickly went to the kitchen, washed the rice, put it in the pressure cooker and cooked it for ten or twenty minutes, and then washed the vegetables. The first thing is to stir-fry cabbage. My mother was afraid that I wouldn’t know how to stir-fry, so she kept guiding me. I first put the oil into the pot and cooked it, and then I put the cabbage into the pot with a "pop" sound, and then kept frying and added the seasonings before it was ready to be taken out of the pot. Then I cooked the tomato soup and waited for twelve seconds. Order, the food I cooked is finally out of the pot, everyone is here to taste the food I cooked, and they all gave a thumbs up.
Ah! I finally learned to cook, and I can help my mother reduce some of the burden in the future!
First time cooking essay 8 There are many firsts in life, such as the first time Climbing a mountain, camping for the first time, going to the sea for the first time, fishing for the first time, etc. Among the many firsts, which one makes you endlessly memorable and memorable? Of all the firsts, the one that makes me endlessly memorable is the first time I cook. That day, I had nothing to do and happened to see my mother not cooking yet. So, I went to help my mother cook. I first took out a basin that my mother usually used to wash rice, and then took a bowl to take rice from the rice bag. I thought to myself, there are three people in my family and my cousin comes to my house to play. There are four people in my family. My father eats two bowls of rice, and I, my mother and my cousin each eat one bowl. One *** is five bowls, but I was afraid it wasn’t enough so I added another bowl. When I started to put water in to wash the rice, I slowly found that the more I washed the rice, the more rice I washed. How could there be so much rice! In this case, it would be enough for us to eat more than a dozen meals. I thought that we could forget it and eat more in this meal. In a panic, I casually took care of it and fled back to the safety of my room. Although this project failed, I still learned a lot from it, and I also learned that cooking is not an easy task. I also understood that many things that girls can do, we boys can also do, so I started to cook and cook. Dishes and other housework. The first time is so good. Think about it carefully: How many first times in your life are worthy of your bowing your head and savoring them? How many first times have left an indelible impression on you? My friend! Please cherish these. For the first time, let him add many beautiful colors to your memories.
First time cooking composition Part 9 Today I want to experience what it’s like to buy and cook by myself. At nine o'clock in the morning, I ran to Zhongbai Warehouse to buy groceries. My mother gave me fifty yuan to buy whatever I wanted. I first think about what to eat today, and then buy the ingredients according to the recipe I have planned. There were so many people in the supermarket in the morning! After careful selection, I finally bought the vegetables and took them home. When work started, my mother and I divided the labor. I was responsible for peeling potatoes and cooking vegetables, while she washed and cooked rice, washed and cut vegetables. First make the "hot and sour shredded potatoes". I pour oil into the pot, then add shredded chili peppers, minced ginger, and garlic. Then put the shredded potatoes into the pot and stir-fry. When they are almost cooked, add vinegar. , salt, sugar, chicken essence, soy sauce, stir it a few times and then take it out of the pot. My mother's rice was cooked. Before my mother could prepare the other dishes, my belly was already swollen.
The First Time Cooking Composition Part 10 I am at home by myself today, so I have to prepare lunch by myself. I opened the refrigerator to see what was ready to eat in the refrigerator, but the refrigerator was empty and there was nothing. It seemed that I could only cook and eat by myself. I found two tomatoes on the stool in the corner, ah! Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, my favorite! That’s it. I picked up the tomatoes and washed them under the tap. Then I put them on the chopping board and started cutting them with a knife. As I cut, I found that the tomatoes I cut were different in thickness and size. It seems that I think cutting vegetables is too simple. But I was not discouraged, so I went back to work and carefully cut the thick tomatoes into almost the same thickness. Then, I took out three eggs from the refrigerator. I picked up one of the eggs, gently opened a small opening on the edge of the bowl, and broke it with my hands. The tender and golden eggs flowed down and fell into the bowl. When cracking the second egg, the eggshell broke due to too much force and fell into the bowl. I tried my best to pick out the broken eggshells in the bowl. I started frying tomatoes and eggs, and I didn't know where to start. I calmed down, poured some oil into the pot, turned on the fire and the oil in the pot made a "crackling" sound. I hurriedly looked at it, but I didn't expect that the splashed oil fell on my hand. It hurt so much that I waved it away, but I ignored the pain and hurriedly picked up the bowl, poured the eggs in, and put the tomatoes in. , I picked up the shovel, stirred slowly, and covered the pot. After a while, heat came out of the pot. I quickly took the lid off the pot, and the alluring aroma came out. I mixed it again with a shovel, and finally turned off the fire. Yay! Finally done! I put the scrambled eggs with tomatoes into a bowl, and then I remembered that I forgot to add salt.
Well, although I failed again this time, I believe I will succeed next time!
First time cooking essay 11 In my growth process, there were many firsts. For example: the first time I learned to write; the first time I learned to draw; the first time I learned roller skating. Each of these footprints are deeply imprinted on my growth path. That first time cooking left a deep memory in me that I will never forget. I remember it was one day during the summer vacation. I came home from a composition class and found that the house was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. If it were normal, you would smell the aroma of rice as soon as you enter the house and see your mother busy in the kitchen. But why is today different from usual? I opened my mother's room and walked in. My mother was not there, but I found a piece of paper on the dressing table. It said: Daughter, my mother has to work overtime today and will come back very late. Dinner will be You prepare it! What? Let me cook! What should I do? I have never cooked before! After thinking about it, I decided to cook noodles. Because I have watched my mother make noodles several times in my daily life, so cooking noodles should be a piece of cake for me. Just do it. I took out the pot, cleaned it several times, filled it with water according to my mother's method before, put it on the stove, turned on the fire, and tried hard to recall the scene of my mother cooking. I waited for a while, put some noodles into the pot, and said to myself: "How many noodles should I put in? How long will it take to cook?" I was afraid that there were not enough noodles, so I put some more noodles in the pot, and suddenly I remembered that there were still more noodles. There should be some salt, so I put some salt in. Would it be a little bland? So I added some more. After cooking for a while, I didn't know if it was done, so I picked one up with chopsticks and tasted it. Wow, so hard! It must be undercooked. So I took a few vegetable leaves and put them into the pot, and slowly cooked them with the noodles. I went to read a book. I didn't know how long I was reading. Suddenly I remembered the noodles in the pot. I immediately jumped up from the chair and ran to the kitchen. Oh my god, the noodles were almost cooked. I quickly turned off the heat and took out the noodles. At this time, my mother just came back. I picked up the noodles and handed them to my mother. My mother said happily: "Is this true? My daughter, you are great!" After taking a bite, my mother said: "This is the best I have ever eaten. The most delicious noodles!" I also took a bite. Although the noodles were overcooked and there was a little too much salt, I felt that this was an unforgettable cooking experience. Cooking for the first time not only taught me how to do housework, but also taught me to cherish the fruits of other people's labor, and made me feel my mother's usual fatigue. I will learn more housework skills in the future, help my mother do more things within my ability, and be a good and filial child.
The First Time Cooking Composition Part 12 On Sunday, my mother was not at home and I was left alone. I wanted to make something famous. Suddenly, a strange idea came to my mind - cooking. I came to the kitchen and took out a potato, two carrots, and an egg. I first took off the yellow clothes of the potatoes and the orange clothes of the carrots with a knife; then I washed them with water; finally I picked up the kitchen knife and put the potatoes and carrots on the chopping board. Shouted: "Let you see how powerful I am!" Ta. In this way, the potato shreds and radish slices are cut. I turned on the gas, then picked up the eggs and beat them on the edge of the pot. I broke them off with my hands, and the golden egg yolks and clear egg whites fell into the pot. With the blue flame at the bottom of the pot, I turned the eggs over. After a while, wow! My eggs came out of the pot. At this moment, I just heard the knock on the door. Mom is back! I opened the door immediately. "Mom!" When my mother walked into the kitchen, she was shocked! She opened her eyes wide and asked, "Son, who did this?" I proudly said, "It's me!" "Is it really you?" Mom or He asked again doubtfully. "It's really me!" I said with great certainty. My mother hugged me happily and said, "Ah! My son has grown up! He can help his mother cook! Ha." My mother is busy at work, and I feel very proud that I can help my mother cook. However, I would like to remind the children here: It is a good thing to help parents cook, but they must pay attention to safety. If they accidentally cut their hands, it will be a bad thing, and it will be a "disservice". Children, do you think I am great?