Half a catty of rice, two eggs, three chives, one or two pork, one or two ham, half a carrot, and half a water-soaked mushroom.
fried rice
Two pieces of fried rice (20 pieces), half a piece of dried seaweed, one or two pieces of cabbage, salt, chicken soup, lard, monosodium glutamate, pepper and soy sauce.
Production step
1. Cut pork, ham, carrots and mushrooms into small cubes, sprinkle some salt on the diced meat and stir, cut cabbage into 2cm short silk, cut chives into small pieces, knock eggs into a bowl, add refined salt and chopped green onion and stir well.
2. Put the pot on the fire, scoop in a small amount of cooked lard and heat it, pour in the egg liquid and fry it into diced eggs, and pour the fried diced eggs into a bowl.
3. Heat a proper amount of lard in the pot, stir-fry chopped green onion for a while, add diced meat, ham, carrot, mushrooms, dried rice and cabbage, stir-fry for a while, add a small amount of soy sauce to choke the pot, then pour in the fried eggs and rice, stir well, pour in a small amount of chicken soup, add salt and pepper, continue to stir well, and add a little monosodium glutamate to stir well before taking off the pot.
This is a recipe. Make it yourself and you'll know how to write it!
2. Writing a composition, cooking for my parents, and how to write cooking are as difficult for me as a new soldier defusing a bomb. The signal has been seen in my mother's belly, otherwise, I really know everything-I don't know anything!
This time, I'm asked to cook again. Hey, it's really embarrassing, but I still can't refuse. What should I do? Never paint noodles, because mom is tired of eating them. By the way, just cook fried rice! Although, I don't know how
No, but there is a computer. What a detailed production process! Just come down and see how to do it. Beat eggs. I've practiced this before. "Bang!" The egg shell fell inside, come again, hehe, finally; Red sausage, in
In the refrigerator, it really takes no effort to cut red sausages; Frozen rice, this is plenty, take out a big bowl. Pour a little more oil into the pot. When it's hot, pour the egg liquid in, slide it open quickly and then take it out, which is tender.
How much oil did you get? It should be three spoonfuls; Leave the oil in the pot, stir-fry the rice, stir-fry and cut it, and stir-fry the rice as much as possible. Well, this is simple; Then pour in diced sausage and eggs, continue to stir until even, and add a little salt to taste.
Here, add a spoonful of salt. Great, but how much time? 20 minutes, right, that's 20 minutes. Mom used to be like this.
After the fried rice was brought to the living room, my sister came first. I asked, "Sister, did you smell a fragrance before you came out?" "No, I smell a burning smell."
Sister said with great loss of face. Then, my sister saw the fried rice behind me, quickly brought a bowl, scooped out a small bowl and began to eat, but her facial expression kept changing. At this time, my mother came out, too, directly.
When I picked up the pot and began to taste it, my mother put it down and said to me slowly, "I'll give you some advice. 1. The rice hasn't been fried."
2. burnt. Your fried rice needs to be improved. "Say that finish, to eat her instant noodles, I thought: then how can I know the specific time when fried rice? Problems kept coming at me, so I went to check the computer, and it said that when it was fried,
Wait, you can stir-fry and taste it, as long as you think it's almost done.
Unexpectedly, it turns out that fried rice also needs so much knowledge. It seems that I have to learn more about cooking! !
My mother taught me the composition of fried rice. On Sunday afternoon, I saw cold rice in the rice cooker, and I thought it could be used to make fried rice with eggs. So I begged my mother to teach me how to stir-fry eggs and rice. After my repeated requests, my mother agreed.
My mother first told me that fried eggs and fried rice should be prepared with three raw materials: eggs, ham and lettuce. I broke the eggshell and beat the egg into a bowl and mixed it well; Cut the ham sausage into discs; Peel and dice the lettuce, and the raw materials are ready. Then, my mother guided me to stir-fry eggs and rice. I did as my mother said. First, I cleaned the wok and put it on the stove, burned the natural gas, and put a spoonful of lard in the wok. When it was oiled, I poured the eggs in the bowl into the wok, shoveled them with a spatula for a few times, and immediately poured all the cold rice, ham sausage slices and diced lettuce into the wok, and kept stirring until it was fragrant. After adding the right amount of salt and monosodium glutamate, the delicious fried rice with eggs was ready.
Dad and mom ate my fried rice with eggs, and both praised me as a capable boy. After listening to this, my heart is sweeter than eating honey
4. How to cook fried rice with eggs 600 words This morning, Fan Yijun and I learned to cook fried rice with eggs, and my mother was a demonstrator and taster.
Our previous preparation is; Two eggs, two bowls of cooked rice, all kinds of spices ...
After my mother finished the demonstration, we both argued about who would start frying rice first. Mom asked us to cut the cloth with stones, and whoever won first won. As a result, Fan Yi won. She proudly came to the table, picked up the egg and knocked on it. After a few knocks, she wanted to break it. She showed us the egg. Look! There are cracks on it. "No, not yet!" Mom said, she picked up the eggs in Fan Yijun's hand and knocked them hard on the table. Then she broke them into a bowl and let Fan Yijun stir them evenly. Then she poured them into the rice and stirred them so that there were eggs on every grain of rice. I walked nervously to the table. I was afraid that I would ask my mother to help me to be laughed at by Fan Yijun. I carefully broke the egg and put it in a bowl. I stirred it beautifully ...
Fan Yijun moved a stool and began to fry. After she heated the pot, she put the oil and garlic into it, and then poured the rice into it. She picked up a shovel and shoveled weakly. She put a lot of peanuts and spices. I started to fry. After I boiled the water, I put the oil and garlic into the pot, and then poured the rice into the pot. Next, I had a big spoon, which was really fun to stir fry. Before long, I put the seasoning and went out of the pot.
Mother began to taste, and she nodded and said, "Very good! Very good! They are all 95 points, which is great! " Our hearts are as sweet as honey. It's fun to cook fried rice with eggs. I'll fry it next time.
5. The composition of cooking fried rice 350 words Many things are forgotten in my mind, and I will never forget that thing, the joy of cooking fried rice by myself ... One day, I was doing my homework.
Suddenly, my mother was preparing to fry rice, and suddenly she came to me and said, Sister! Mom has a stomachache, and she has to go to a toilet. Can you fry me? As soon as my voice fell, my mother went to the toilet ... I thought: I originally like to fry things, but my mother refused, and today I finally got fired! I must show my talents! ! ! I came to the kitchen and saw the rice and soy sauce. At first glance, it was prepared by my mother, and I was ready to start cooking.
I put the oil into the pot first, and there was a magnetic frying sound. I hid out at once because I was afraid.
I thought about it in my heart, but I decided to go to internal speculation, because I can't give up easily once! ! ! I went to the kitchen again. I poured the fried rice in and started to fry. Turn left, turn right, and add soy sauce. Wow! A delicious fried rice is finished! Mom also came out of the toilet and was very happy to see that I had cooked fried rice.
I'm so happy that I cooked the first delicious food for myself.
6. Help Mom Steam Rice in Summer Vacation Composition 400 words On Monday morning, mom and dad both went to work. I stay at home alone, carefree, like a bird flying freely in the sky.
At 10:55, I suddenly thought: mom is so tired from work, and it's too hard to cook and cook for me when she comes home! Why don't I cook for my mother first today, and my mother will just cook when she comes back. Isn't this supposed to lighten mom's burden? So I hurried to the kitchen to cook.
I first soak the rice left in the rice cooker in water, and then remove it with a spoon. When I was doing it, I accidentally put my hand into the water and touched it. Ah, it's so cold! I couldn't help but draw my hand back again. Now it's time to wash rice. I put my hand into the water. The cold water made my teeth tremble. When I washed the rice and put the rice cooker in the rice cooker, I found that my hand was as cold as a carrot.
Gazi, the door is open. It turns out that mom is back. Mother walked into the kitchen, just wanted to wash rice to cook, but found that I had already cooked the meal. My mother came up to me and asked, "Sister, have you cooked the meal?" "hmm!" I replied. Mother said happily, "Good boy!" After listening to this sentence, the cold when I was cooking has vanished.
Through this incident, I understand: parents have put a lot of effort into us, so we should honor our elders and help our parents do more things.
7. Cook a hearty meal for mom (composition) Cook a hearty meal for mom.
Today is March 8th-International Women's Day. I decided to do something for my mother who serves our family all day, but what? Am I thinking about it and giving my mother a gift? Write a poem for mother? Say "hard work!" to mother. ? ..... I really want to break my scalp, only to come up with: My mother has been cooking all these years, so why don't I cooperate with my father to prepare a "big meal" for my mother?
Just before my mother came back, I told my father about this idea, and my father readily agreed, so my father bought vegetables. We divided the work like this: he cooked the dishes and I did the dishes. Washing vegetables was not too difficult for me, and I only finished it in a short time. I think, if it's just washing vegetables, it's not really cooking for my mother, so an idea came into my mind that I want to cook a dish! Yes, just do it, but what should I do? I've never cooked before, and my cooking must be terrible. Then make some simple and ordinary side dishes. I think I can only cook cucumbers and onions mixed with peppers. I brought cucumbers and onions, washed cucumbers and peeled onions, so I took a knife and cut them. I don't know why, but the knife was so heavy that I couldn't hold it, so I had to change it to a fruit knife. I took the fruit knife and cut the cucumbers into cubes with great difficulty, cut the onions into pieces, put two plates and added some seasonings, and finally made a big announcement! All this was done under the command of dad, otherwise it wouldn't be so smooth. At the same time, dad's several dishes have been completed. Dad and I carefully prepared a big meal even if it came out, just waiting for today's hero to come back. Just then, I heard a burst of footsteps at the door, and then the sound of opening the door with a key. Haha, it must be mom's back. My father and I had already figured out a countermeasure to surprise my mother. When my mother came in, my father and I were pretending to watch TV as if nothing had happened. My mother said, "What time is it? Why don't we cook for our children?" My father and I looked at each other, but they didn't make any noise. My mother didn't notice this at all. She changed her clothes and went into the kitchen. I quickly followed. After she opened the kitchen door, I shouted, "Happy holidays!" . When my mother saw the food on the table and heard my words, all I saw on her face was surprise and excitement. I knew my mother must be very happy ...
Mothers have worked hard for their children for many years and never ask for anything in return. This is the greatness of maternal love and the touching place of maternal love. Friends, have you ever thought about how much your mother has done for you? And what have you done for your mother? Even if you haven't done anything, it's not too late. I believe your mother will be particularly happy if you make free time for your mother to do something for her, even if it is only a subtle and insignificant little thing, which is what many mothers expect but dare not expect!
8. My mother taught me to cook 300 words. My mother taught me to cook.
This evening, I asked my mother to teach me how to cook. My mother promised me and taught me how to cook liver-fried pepper. My mother taught me how to cook and write a composition. Mother washed the liver with water first, and then sliced it. Mother made it for me to grow a pair of bright eyes, and then sliced the carrot, which is the ingredient, and then shredded the pepper. After boiling, put the liver in, blanch it, then take it out, put the oil in the wok, and put the carrot in first. I asked my mother curiously: Why put the carrot first, not the 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 cooked with a shovel. My mother held the handle of the pot in her left hand and the shovel in her right hand. The dishes in the pot were like somersaults and began to put ingredients. At this time, I saw colorful dishes in the pot, including flesh, orange, green and white. Fried vegetables for a while are like boiling water. Mom 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 water runs down. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I volunteered to say to my mother: Mom, I'll cook today's meal! My mother looked at me with puzzled eyes 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 how my mother usually cooks when she can't. Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I got it. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. I took some tomatoes from the cupboard, washed them and cut them. I was able to cut it patiently at first, but later, I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cut them, the tomatoes were all the same thickness. So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut were much better than last time. The primary school students wrote "My mother taught me to cook and write". Then, I turned on the stove, got angry, took some eggs, and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the eggs against the side of the bowl, and the yellow egg heart 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, the hot air came out of the pot. I quickly took the lid off and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly took the spoon and stirred it. Turn off the fire. I poured scrambled eggs with tomatoes into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance. Bring the plate to 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 whether it was qualified or not. My mother tasted it and said it tasted ok, and I will let you cook next time. I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I must work hard next time to make the rice more delicious. Through this story, I understand that I should carefully observe everything around me. If I don't usually observe how my mother cooks, I won't cook such a meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be an opportunity for you to exercise.
9. Mom cooks the most delicious composition. It's summer vacation. I stay at home by myself every day, and my parents can't come back until evening. I have to do my summer homework, play and eat lunch by myself every day.
One day, mom and dad had already left for work, and it suddenly occurred to me: why not cook dinner for mom and dad today and give them a surprise when they come back at night, so that they can know how capable their baby daughter is!
Yes, just do it! So I rushed to the front of the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator door. I was surprised to find that there was nothing. It seems that I have to go out and buy it myself. Although the vegetable market is close to our home, I have been afraid to go out alone since I was a child. What can I do? Time passed quickly, and I couldn't hesitate any longer. I picked up my pocket money and bag, locked the door and ran downstairs.
When I arrived at the vegetable market, I was dazzled by the dazzling array of vegetables. I first bought two cucumbers with green flowers and thorns, then bought three pounds of big and red tomatoes, then bought a purple eggplant, a fresh celery, and yam ... and bought two pounds of ribs, which cost 19 yuan and 50 cents, and returned with a full load.
At noon, I took action immediately after eating by myself, and prepared to cook dinner for my parents. I choose the vegetables separately first, then wash them, and then control the water. When the water is dry, I will cut the celery and put it on a plate for later use. It takes a long time to stew ribs. Now stew them in a pressure cooker, with soy sauce, sugar, onion, ginger, salt and aniseed, and then pour a little white wine. Done! Next I'm going to prepare a cold dish-tomatoes mixed with sugar. Cut the tomatoes into thin discs first, and then sprinkle with snow-white cotton sugar. Wow! Red and white, you have an appetite when you look at it. Set the table and prepare to stir-fry hot dishes.
Light the fire, pour the oil, and when the oil is hot, I pour the celery just cut into the pot, stir fry it vigorously, then add salt, and finally put it on a plate. Seeing that mom and dad are coming back, I took the time to make the last dish, which is stewed ribs. The pot is out, and the house is full of fragrance. Wow, this young lady is really good at cooking!
I'm all ready to sail, just waiting for my parents to come home. It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to stew rice. Shit! Just happy. I can't help it. I have to buy pancakes alone again. I came home after buying pancakes, and so did my parents. My parents were surprised when I served the food at one end. I never thought that I could cook for them, and they all praised me for growing up. I jumped with joy.
10. First grade composition, my mother is cooking and cooking. Today, my mother taught me how to cook.
Let's cut the vegetables first, then cut the condiments, then boil the pot to extract oil, then pour the vegetables and condiments in, then stir-fry them, and then turn down the heat. After ten minutes, a hearty dish will be ready.
We started to make soup again, and the soup was ready soon. It smelled delicious.
Mother asked me to grab some rice and put it in the rice cooker to make rice. My mother and I started cooking other dishes again. We were joking and cooking. After a while, the meal will be ready. Although cooking is a little tired, I learned to cook, and I am still very happy!
Today, I learned to cook. I am very happy, and my mother is also very happy! She is happy that I learned to cook.