Learning the matter of wrapping dumplings, I realized that as long as you keep trying, a thing can be done successfully. Let's take a look at it. Here is the essay I learned to make dumplings that I have organized for you, I hope you like it.

Every New Year's Eve, friends and family have to get together to eat a bowl of hot dumplings, I see that everyone will make dumplings, I want to learn, so I learned to make dumplings with my grandmother on New Year's Eve.

At first, I didn't know how to do it, and I thought, "It's not just about making dumplings! Surely very simple, I clumsily wrapped a "flower dumplings", really do not know, a look shocked, grandma's dumplings are bulging, spirited, and my dumplings are soft, no tendons, no bones. When my grandmother saw this, she said to me, "You can't make dumplings in a hurry, but take your time." . So I did it step by step according to grandma's method, I first tore off a dough skin, put it in my hand and spread it flat, then put a small amount of meat filling in the middle of the skin, then I pinched and kneaded it with my hand, then I stood it in my hand and pressed it downward, and then finally I put it on the plate, and the dumplings were so bulbous that they seemed to be smiling at me. The dumplings are bulging as if they are smiling at me!

Ah, I'm so happy because I learned a new skill - making dumplings.

On Sunday morning, Mommy said to me, "It's been a long time since I had dumplings, let's have dumplings for lunch!" When I heard that, I was very happy, so I shouted, "Eat dumplings, eat dumplings ......"

At this time, my mom said to me, "You can eat dumplings, but there is a condition. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it on my own," she said. I don't know how to do that! Mom didn't want me to say any more, so she gave me the cut dough and asked me to roll it out. I didn't know how to do it. Mommy showed me how to do it. I thought, "This is easy." However, because I was too heavy, the dough was stuck to the pasta stick, and it took me a lot of effort to get the dough off, but it was never rolled out, so I got angry and pushed the dough out, and went on strike. When my mom saw me, she said gently, "Be patient." Then she taught me some of the key points of the action.

Listening to mom's words, I gathered courage, pull myself together, according to the method taught to me by mom, I finally rolled out the dough, and wrapped dozens of dumplings.

When I ate the dumplings, I felt especially fragrant, because there was my labor in it.

By learning how to make dumplings, I realized one truth: there is nothing difficult in the world, only fear of those who have the will.

There is one thing that I still remember from my childhood.

I was nine years old. One day, I was watching a cartoon in the living room. Suddenly, there was a banging sound coming from the kitchen, and I was so curious that I ran into the kitchen.

Oh! It turned out to be mom in order to welcome the New Year, is carefully chopping meat, in preparation for the package of fragrant dumplings mile: soon, a small oval-shaped dumplings, like a bright moon, from the hands of the mom in a neat queue, presented in front of me, like waiting for people's orders, it looks really interesting! I don't care what, grabbed the rolling pin, picked up a small dough to roll, but the dough seems to be reluctant to listen to me, even stick to the "weapon". My mom laughed and laughed and told me again and again: "Although you are quick, you have to roll the dough in an orderly manner, and apply even pressure in one direction, and don't be careless. You are so clumsy!" After listening to my mom's words, I couldn't help but blush and lower my head. Thus, the first time ended in failure.

But my high fighting spirit is not so easily extinguished. In a windy Sunday, I volunteered to pack dumplings training. First, the dumpling skin with meat filling, and then pinch the two ends ready to get it done, but the dumplings in my hands like a magic. When I pinched this end, the other corner opened up, and when I managed to wrap the other end, the other corner fell off again, which was annoying. In a fit of anger, I pinched both ends together with all my strength, but if I wasn't careful, the meat stuffing pushed out from the center, and I messed up the whole thing. At that time, I was so angry that tears were streaming down from my eyes. At this time, Mommy came over gently, as if she had read my mind. As if reading my mind, she stroked my head and comforted me gently, "You've done very well this time, at least you can roll out the dough and wrap the meat. Don't be discouraged, how can you see the rainbow if you don't go through the storm. As long as you keep working hard, everything will be successful. I believe in you, son."

After my mom's teaching and encouragement, my confidence was revived. Then I continued to practice ...... seriously and diligently, and sure enough, after one failure after another, my first "finished product" finally "came out". Look! Just like a tiger back and waist of the mighty general, standing there. In my eyes, it is even more beautiful than Mom's "curved moon". I look at this "work of art", sweet smile.

At this time, I also profoundly realized a profound truth: to do anything, we must persistently work hard, and will certainly achieve the ultimate victory.

Tonight was New Year's Eve, and Mommy was making dumplings in the kitchen. I rushed over to take a look and saw that Mommy was busy and tired. I thought to myself, "I'll help Mommy with the dumplings." After a battle in my heart, I finally decided to help Mommy with the dumplings. I said boldly, "Mommy, can I help you make dumplings?" Mommy said, "You don't know how to make dumplings yet." I said, "I can learn, let me do it." Finally mommy agreed.

The first thing I did was to make the dough, and then I rolled it out into a long circle, and then I cut the circle into small ovals, and then I pressed the small ovals into small pieces, and then I rolled the small pieces into large ones, and then I made the filling.

I held the skin in my left hand and the chopsticks in my right hand to pick up the filling. I was able to get the filling out of the bag, but I was able to get it out of the bag. Mommy said, "You put too much filling, be careful next time." I said, "Okay." I took another skin and started to wrap it, and this time I got it almost right. I repeated the process a few more times and came up with one that I felt was the best.

It was time to start cooking the dumplings. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good deal on it. I was very happy to eat my own dumplings.

Today, we not only ate delicious dumplings, but also learned how to make dumplings. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.

One Sunday afternoon, I saw my grandmother mixing dumpling filling, and I couldn't help but feel the itch to learn how to make dumplings with my grandmother.

We prepared the filling and the skin and started to make the dumplings.

I spread a piece of skin in my hand and put a little filling in the center of the skin with a spoon. Then I dipped my fingers in a little water and spread it around the skin ...... I learned the first steps pretty well, but when it came time to start pinching the pattern, I couldn't learn how to do it. If you pinch the two layers of skin together, the dumplings will not look good and will not stand up right; if you pinch only one layer of skin back, the dumplings will be soft and will not stand up right. ...... I tried to make the dumplings look good and stand up right, but I couldn't, the dumplings just don't want to be friends with me, they always go against me.

Later, my grandmother told me that I can't get too much water on my skin, because it will stick to the skin. In order for the dumplings to be able to stand and look good, we need to slightly bend an arch when we pinch the last fold, so that we can meet the requirements. ......

Listening to my grandmother's explanation, I suddenly realized, so I followed what she said to do, and the dumplings were really "ten perfect". "

At dinner, I ate my own dumplings, felt incredibly warm, incredibly delicious. I think it was the best dumplings I have ever eaten.

Making dumplings not only makes you handy, but also exercises your patience. I love making dumplings.

I am 10 years old this year, and I often hear old people say that eating dumplings used to be a New Year's Eve affair. Now, eating dumplings has become a common meal. However, in the past, I would only eat dumplings, but not make dumplings.

One day when I came home from school, I saw my mom making dumplings. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it. I saw my mom's dumplings were all bulging, like a row of little Yuanbao. I was afraid that I might not be able to do it right, so I took a rolling pin and rolled out the dumpling skin first. I took a piece of dough from the table and pressed it down on the table first, the dough became flat, then I used the rolling pin to roll it into a round sheet, although not so round, but still able to roll out the dough thinly, and then put some filling on the sheet, and then folded the sheet diagonally with my hands, and then falsified it together from the beginning to the end, haha, like a crescent moon like little dumplings wrapped up.

However, it looks much uglier than the dumplings that mom made, like a mouse that has been starving for a few days. I'm not sure I can do it again! This time I added more stuffing, and the dumplings became more plump! I keep wrapping up one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one.

Dumplings in the pot, the cover lotus on the dumplings like a group of big white goose fluttering into the water. I stood at the edge of the pot and watched my mom cook the dumplings. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it," he said. After the water in the pot boiled a few times, the dumplings floated up, each one full of air, like a small sampan swimming in the boiling water. When a burst of aroma drilled into my nostrils, I impatiently tasted one first, ho, this dumpling is more fragrant than any other day, it really seems like I am eating dumplings stuffed with goose meat!

Later, I realized one thing: the dumplings I made with my own hands are more delicious than the ones I ate, and the things I did with my own hands are more meaningful than the ones I did instead.

Today, my mom taught me how to make dumplings.

First, thaw the frozen meat in the crisper of the refrigerator and set aside. Then make the flour: take two bowls of flour from the flour bag and put them in a pot, then put one-third of the flour and one-third of the water into it, and mix it with chopsticks first, then knead the flour into a dough, and knead it evenly. Then cut off the head and root of the cabbage, and use the center part to cut the filling: first the whole cabbage cut horizontally into round slices, then cut the round slices into strips, and then cut the strips into dices.

Then take out the meat and dice it as well. Then put the meat and cabbage in a basin, add soy sauce, oil, salt, pepper, monosodium glutamate, ginger, and green onions, mix well, and the filling is ready. Then knead the dough into long strips, pull the long strips into dosage, knead them into balls, roll them into slices, and they are ready to be wrapped in dumplings. Mom put the skin in her hand, put the filling, and in the blink of an eye, a fat little dumpling was wrapped. I learned step by step, but I could never wrap it well, either it didn't stick together, or it was so deflated that it couldn't stand up, but still, Mom praised me for wrapping it well.

The three of us finally finished making the dumplings. The first thing you need to do is to put them in a pot and boil them for 15 minutes, and then they are ready to be served. It's so nice to eat dumplings made by our own hands.

Dumplings, I'm afraid your mouth is watering! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it, too. I know how to make dumplings too.

Knock, knock, knock, I just came back from school, I heard the sound of Mom's knife, a look, it turned out that Mom is cutting meat, meat, next to a lot of celery has been cut and dry flour, I look at it, I know, Mom this is to make dumplings. I didn't feel like doing my homework, so I put my bag away and rushed into the kitchen. I followed her example and a dumpling was born! Unfortunately, it was a flat dumpling, like a piglet that had been starving for a few days. In a fit of pique I wrapped four or five, but either the belly was super big or super flat! I just wanted to leave, and then I thought to myself, "I've been wrapping for so long, and then I don't wrap again, isn't that a little bit sorry for myself!" So I wrapped the dumplings again. At this time, Mommy said, "When you wrap a dumpling, you can't put too much or too little of the filling in it, and you should pinch it in the middle first, and then wrap it from the left side to the right side. ....." Slowly, I know how to make dumplings, but I'm still not as good as my mom. Before long, Mommy and I ****ed more than 40 dumplings. Dumplings! I couldn't stop staring at the dumplings cooking in the pot. Eat the dumplings! I looked at the white dumplings in the bowl and realized one thing: none of the skins of my dumplings were broken. I took a big bite of the dumpling and it was so delicious that it just smelled good!

Through this little thing of learning how to make dumplings, I learned a great truth, that is, it is always better to do something successfully by yourself than to do it by someone else!