I saw that my mother put a killed fish aside. She first took out a large iron pot and put it on the gas stove. Then she "snapped" the switch on the gas stove and lit the gas. Only the blue flame shot straight to the bottom of the pot.

After a while, the pot was hot, and my mother poured a little oil into the pot. After a while, the oil was hot, and smoke began to rise. She quickly put the ginger slices that had already been cut into the pot, and then gently put the fish along the edge of the pot with the fish head in one hand and the fish tail in the other. Suddenly, the pot made a "squeaking" sound, and the oil splashed around. My mother quickly turned down the fire and stepped back. I hid. After a few minutes, my mother carefully approached the gas stove, picked up a shovel and put it under her stomach, gently turning the fish over.

Mom smiled and said, "It's a good thing the fish's tail didn't fall off." The skin of the fish was golden, and it was fried for a while. My mother added water to the pot, a little yellow wine, some soy sauce, sugar and other seasonings, then covered the pot and increased the fire.

After about ten minutes, the smell of fish burned out and went straight into my nose. I kept asking, "Is it ready?" Are you ready? " She said quickly, "Soon."

With that, she opened the lid of the pot, added onion segments to the pot and added a little monosodium glutamate. Holding a shovel, I kept scooping some soup and pouring it on the fish. Slowly, the whole fish was braised thoroughly.

Finally, mother took a shovel and put the fish on the plate. Ok, a delicious braised fish is cooked.

2. My mother's diary of cooking fish. On Sunday, I watched my mother cook fish.

I saw that my mother put a killed fish aside. She first took out a large iron pot and put it on the gas stove. Then she "snapped" the switch on the gas stove and lit the gas. Only the blue flame shot straight to the bottom of the pot. After a while, the pot was hot, and my mother poured a little oil into the pot. After a while, the oil was hot, and smoke began to rise. She quickly put the ginger slices that had already been cut into the pot, and then gently put the fish along the edge of the pot with the fish head in one hand and the fish tail in the other. Suddenly, the pot made a "squeaking" sound, and the oil splashed around. My mother quickly turned down the fire and stepped back. I hid. After a few minutes, my mother carefully approached the gas stove, picked up a shovel and put it under her stomach, gently turning the fish over. Mom smiled and said, "It's a good thing the fish's tail didn't fall off." The skin of the fish was golden, and it was fried for a while. My mother added water to the pot, a little yellow wine, some soy sauce, sugar and other seasonings, then covered the pot and increased the fire. After about ten minutes, the smell of fish burned out and went straight into my nose. I kept asking, "Is it ready?" Are you ready? " She said quickly, "Soon." With that, she opened the lid of the pot, added onion segments to the pot and added a little monosodium glutamate. Holding a shovel, I kept scooping some soup and pouring it on the fish. Slowly, the whole fish was braised thoroughly.

Finally, mother took a shovel and put the fish on the plate. Ok, a delicious braised fish is cooked!

3. Primary school homework: How to write a fish diary? How to write a fish observation diary?

The observation diary is a record of observation, so you can be casual. Freedoms facilitate children's play and facilitate the divergence of thinking.

From the original intention of observation, we should not only look at it, but also mobilize the participation of the five senses. For example, the shape and color of fish (goldfish, map fish, loach, tropical fish, etc.), how fish swim in the water (swimming posture), how to feed (eating way) and how to spit bubbles (how to breathe) depend on the eyes to observe. Secondly, the temperature and smell of water depend on the nose and hands. And the sound of fish swimming, you have to listen to it with your ears.

Observation is the basis of writing. If you don't observe carefully, you will have no support and no landing when writing. Develop a good habit of observation, which will benefit you all your life. Sometimes you can use the method of painting and sketching, look at it more, draw it, and you will observe it carefully.

4. The fish cooked by my mother wrote a composition of about 50 words. During the holiday, my mother took me to the market to buy vegetables. The market was crowded with people. The stalls attracted my attention. The fresh ingredients were full, including lively shrimps, green and nutritious vegetables, sweet and juicy fruits ... which made me dazzled!

Like granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, I was amazed at everything. My mother went to the fish stall and picked out a fresh Wu Guoyu, and bought onions, green peppers and red peppers ... All the materials were bought, and we went home full of vegetables. When I got home, my mother took out all the ingredients and seasonings. First, she cut all the onions, green peppers and red peppers, then washed the fish, and finally got the utensils ready, so she could start cooking!

Today, my mother is going to cook her specialty ── sweet and sour fish, which is one of my favorite dishes. My mother will fry the fish and then make a sauce. The sauce is made of tomato sauce, sugar and white vinegar. The fish will be fried until golden yellow, and then

Put it on a plate and pour the sauce on it, and the sweet and sour fish will be finished. I'll pick it up and eat it. Wow! That's great! I think, no matter who eats this delicious dish, they will smile and eat it one after another.

Stop!

The sweet and sour fish cooked by my mother, the sauce is slightly sour, and the fish is soft and tender. Everyone who eats it is full of praise. I will learn this dish and cook it for my family when I grow up, so that the taste of happiness can be passed down from generation to generation.

My mother gave me fish to eat. The composition is as follows, entitled "My mother gave me fish to eat".

After school, I finished my homework and it happened that my mother came home from work. She put down her things and said, "I have to buy fish." I immediately said, "Mom, I've finished my homework. I'll go with you." Mom agreed and took me with her.

When I came to the market, my mother and I picked a big silver carp together. Aunt, who sells fish, helped us scrape the scales and dig up the internal organs.

When I got home, my mother washed the fish again. Then, she picked up a kitchen knife and cut it from the middle of the fish, cutting it into two halves, one female and the other male. Then, mother cut along the direction of the bone piece by piece. Each half is cut into rectangular pieces of fish. Cut it like this, so that the fish will not be fragile when stir-fried. Then, mother lit the gas stove, put the iron pot on it and poured a spoonful of salad oil. When the oil smokes, she puts the fish pieces in the pan and stirs them. After stir-frying twice, she added half a spoonful of salt, one spoonful of sugar and a small bowl of water, and then covered the lid to let it burn. At the same time, she took a small bowl, put raw powder, vinegar and monosodium glutamate in it, and then mix well. When the fish was cooked, she opened the lid, put in the mixed seasoning, and then mixed it to make it cook well. Then, she put the fish in a basin and sprinkled onions on it. Here we go. She cleaned the wok, put salad oil on it again, cooked the oil, and poured it on the onion. Only when I heard a "sting", I heard a burst of fragrance. The smell of this pot of sweet and sour fish slices makes me want to pull out a pair of chopsticks and eat it at once.

Mom's skill in cooking fish is really clever. That pot of fish is eye-catching: bright colors, red, green and bright oil, and it also exudes a sweet smell. At this time, I couldn't help it any longer. I couldn't wait for my parents to get a pair of chopsticks, put a piece of fish in my mouth and eat it. Ah, My Sweetie, the sour taste is really delicious. Please don't call me greedy, that's my mother's skill in cooking fish is really brilliant!

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6. Diary "Fish" describes the process of cooking and eating fish today in 400 words. Today, my father bought a big crucian carp from the market and said that he would cook fish for me. I jumped three feet for joy, because I like fish best.

Dad started cooking fish. My mother and I were waiting for the stars and the moon outside. Dad finally made it. First, there was an attractive smell from the kitchen, and then my father opened the door and put a delicious and steaming dish of "braised fish" on the table. Regardless of the willy-nilly, I picked up chopsticks and stuffed fish into my mouth. I swallowed it before I ate anything. While I was eating, I suddenly felt a hard thing stuck in my throat. I immediately realized that this was the "old enemy" who had been eating fish for many years-the fishbone was at work. I immediately took out two common tricks: drinking vinegar and swallowing the whole dish or rice. After several times, I was tortured to death, but this fishbone was still stuck in my throat. Finally, I swallowed a mass of rice hard before I swallowed this "strong and unyielding" fishbone with me.

From this time on, I never dare to eat fish again.

7. The details of my mother's cooking fish, 200 words, is that my mother gave me life and brought me to the rich world, and she also gave me a pair of hands to touch and feel nature; It was she who gave me a pair of ears to listen to all the wonderful sounds; It was she who gave me a pair of eyes to observe the masterpieces of nature and see the colorful nature. Spring silkworm has never said a word of boasting, but her silver silk is a ruler to measure life. Therefore, mother is as great as spring silkworm. When peach blossoms are in full bloom, she will always be a green leaf.

Mother is the busiest and hardest person in our family. It seems that she was born for our happy life all her life. When the sun just jumped out of the East China Sea, when we were still in a sweet dream, she got up early and came to the kitchen to prepare a nutritious and rich breakfast for us. After breakfast, she sent me to school as always, and kept reminding me: "Listen carefully in class and don't wander off ...!" I kept nodding, and then I walked to the school gate. As soon as I entered the school gate, she looked back from time to time step by step and headed for work. In the evening, my mother still couldn't rest after a day's work, and went to the fork road at the school gate to wait for me with a snack and take me home. When she got home, she cooked. Looking at her back, I couldn't help thinking: Mom is really hard! After half an hour's hard work, my mother brought up the hot delicious food, including braised pork ribs, flesh and blood, delicious chubby fish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and beef casserole ... I was so greedy that I ate it. My mother looked at me and wolfed it down, with a gratified smile on her face. When I burped and walked into the bedroom contentedly.