Cooking for the first time 1 The first time, the first time, the first time in my life is countless, but I almost forgot it. But I remember one thing clearly, that is, the first time I cooked.
One night, I was at home alone. My mother cooked dinner for me before I went out, and I didn't want to eat it. I'm not afraid of your jokes. My favorites are KFC, McDonald's, Brazilian barbecue and Pizza Hut, all of which are instant noodles. Several times I asked my mother to sit aside and cook instant noodles by herself. My mother always said, "You are young, be careful not to burn your hands!" " "Mom is not at home today, I can do it secretly, and it doesn't matter if it tastes good.
I turned on the gas first and put a big bowl of water in the pot. After about five or six minutes, the water boiled. I carefully recalled the process of my mother cooking noodles, and I had a score in my heart. First, put the vegetable bag and the material bag into the pot to cook, then put my dear instant noodles into the pot and stir them with chopsticks. Oh, it's time to crack eggs! I tapped the egg and slowly hit the pot. Alas, we broke up. Never mind, have another one. Then I laid the second egg and successfully wrapped it into a "moon boat". Then, I put some oil bags in it. Like my mother, I tore some seaweed and coriander and dropped a few drops of sesame oil. All right, turn off the gas and get out of the pot!
The noodles cooked by myself are really delicious. So much for the most delicious rice in the world.
Cooking for the first time in life, there are many firsts. What impressed me most was cooking for the first time.
On a sunny Saturday. After dinner, I was very dissatisfied with my mother's cooking. Because the meat is too salty. Mother is very unhappy to say; "Then you can cook tonight and put as much salt as you want." I agreed without thinking. Can promise and then have some regrets; How do I cook? I can't even fry eggs, let alone let me cook. Well, I've been sad and worried about dinner all day.
In the evening, mom said she could start cooking. I washed rice in an unfamiliar way and cooked it with a rice cooker. Then I walked into the kitchen with a nervous heart. Busy east and west for a long time, nothing. So, mom said; "Wash the dishes first." I suddenly realized. Wash the dishes quickly. What's next? I seem a little overwhelmed. Mom said; "What do you want to do? Eggs? Meat? "So, I chose the simplest dish: eggs.
Five minutes later, dinner came out. I carefully put my fried vegetables on the table and my father took a bite. I looked at my father. Dad said, "Is salt so expensive now?"
Alas! Due to negligence, nervous. I forgot to put salt in it.
Not only cooking, but also doing things. Half-hearted people will only accomplish nothing, will only be in vain, and will not fail to cherish the fruits of others' labor. Through this cooking, I understand: cooking is hard, and I shouldn't say that my mother's cooking is terrible.
Cooking for the first time Grade 4 Composition 3 Mom and Dad worked overtime tonight and haven't come back yet. I waited and waited, and finally I couldn't wait any longer, and my stomach was growling. I have no choice but to cook by myself.
I washed the rice first, put it in the rice cooker, poured some water, plugged it in and pressed the button. I have to prepare food again. I want to fry two eggs, two sausages and a cabbage soup.
I put the pot on the induction cooker first, then open the induction cooker and fry it until it is cooked. Soon the pot was hot, so I poured some oil into it. When the oil was hot, I beat the eggs in and put some seasoning. The edge of the egg is slightly Huang Shi and turned over. Stir-fry for a while and it will be over. I fried another one.
Next thing I know, I should fry ham sausage. I cut the ham sausage into pieces and put it in the pot. Wait for it to slowly fry in it, fry for a while, wait for the skin to enlarge, and then you can go out of the pot. I also sprinkled a little cumin powder on it, smell it, wow! It smells good! My mouth is watering.
Finally, I made a cabbage soup with a little shrimp and seaweed. How delicious!
I put the food on the table and ate it with relish. The cooked food is very fragrant and comfortable to eat.
Through this incident, I also know that my mother usually cooks very hard and I am also very picky. I really shouldn't think about it. I will respect my mother's work in the future and try to do some housework when I have time.
Although cooking for the first time is very hard, I am also very proud and proud. Because I have grown up.
The first time I cook, I envy every time I see my parents bring sweet and delicious food to the table. I want to cook for myself.
My parents never let me cook before, saying that I was still young. However, now I am old enough to cook. So, under my repeated entreaties, my father asked me to cook, and I was extremely happy. Because it is the first time to cook, my father will guide me.
First of all, I took out my rice bag, poured a proper amount of rice into the rice basin and began to wash rice. My father told me that rice can't be washed many times. If it is washed too much, the taste of rice will be washed away. I washed it twice and was about to pour it out, but my father said, "Taomi water is nutritious. You can water the flowers but you can't pour it out." So I poured the water into another basin. Dad added: "Add the right amount of water without moving a finger." I do as my father says, then put the rice basin in the rice cooker, plug in the power supply, press the switch, and it's ok! It seems that there is still a lot of knowledge about steamed rice!
Next, stir-fry shredded pork with Chili. My father prepared it for me. I started to fry. I fried the meat first, poured a handful of meat into the pot, and was burnt by the spilled oil. But I can't care about the pain, so I quickly stir fry with a shovel. Then pour in pepper and stir-fry with seasoning. In a short time, it was done.
At noon, my parents ate my cooking and praised it again and again. But watching your own cooking is delicious!
One afternoon during the summer vacation, I was doing my homework at home. My mother called me and said, "Xun Xuan, I came home late today." Can you cook the meal first? " I readily agreed. But when I put the phone down, I felt a little regretful. Although my mother taught me to cook rice, I didn't cook it myself, but I still thought about the cooking process and made up my mind to start cooking rice.
First, I took out two cups of rice from the rice jar and poured them into the rice cooker. Then I turned on the tap and cleaned it three times. When washing rice, the most difficult thing is to drain it, because my hands are too small to stop the rice from draining, and I almost fell into the pool ... Fortunately, there was a false alarm and no rice was wasted.
The second and most critical step is to pour water! But how much water should I pour? I had a brainwave. I remembered that my mother told me that the water should be more than meters, and the water level in my first knuckle was almost the same. I carefully poured the water into the rice cooker, perfect! The water is just right.
Finally, as soon as I turned on the power, I started the cooking mode. After 20 minutes, the meal was ready, the room was full of delicious food, and my mother came back. I cooked several dishes and we had a delicious meal.
Today is Sunday, and my parents decided to let me cook a meal to exercise my ability.
As soon as I received this task, I took the money and went to the farmer's market with great interest. I got into the bustling crowd and looked around, looking for the food I wanted. I think: Dad likes fish, Mom likes chicken and I like shrimp. Just buy a fish, half a chicken and some shrimp.
When I got home after shopping, I was busy in the kitchen without rest. I first remove the scales with a knife, hold the fish head firmly with my left hand, cut open the fish belly with my right hand, take it out and throw it into the trash can. Wash the fish under the tap, cut the ginger and garlic and prepare to cook the fish. The gas stove seems to be deliberately aimed at me. If it doesn't work, my mother has to come over to save the scene. I poured the oil into the pot, and when the oil splashed around, I put the fish into the pot. After a while, I turned the fish over and added various seasonings. After the fish was cooked, I took a sip of soup and tasted it. Wow, so fresh!
Then, I sliced the pepper, cut the chicken into small pieces, and put it in the oil pan to stir fry. Delicious diced chicken with Chili peppers will be ready soon. Finally, I made delicious fresh shrimp noodles.
At noon that day, my parents and I had a delicious lunch at the dining table. I deeply realized that it is not easy for my mother to do housework at ordinary times.
I woke up from my sleep before dawn on the morning of the seventh weekend of cooking for the first time. I glanced at my sleeping mother next to me and suddenly had an idea: I will make breakfast for my mother today.
I quietly came to the kitchen. There are so many pots and pans that I am a little dumbfounded. What should I do for my mother? If there is, I will make my mother's favorite egg custard. I take the eggs out of the refrigerator first; Then break the eggs in a bowl and start stirring constantly; Then add some salt and water; Finally, stir a few more times and you can get out of the pot. I lit the fire, and soon there was a gurgling sound, and my heart kept beating. I thought: can you do it well? I waited in fear. After a while, I opened the lid and the egg soup bulged bit by bit. The custard is ready. It looks the same as mom's, but how does it taste?
I crept into the room, gave my mother a nervous push and said, Mom, I'm hungry. Mother got up slowly and saw the alarm clock at 9: 30. "Baby, be patient," said Mom, and got dressed at once. "Mom, it will be ready soon. Wait a minute. " I secretly smiled in my heart. Mom came to the kitchen, pointed to the table and said, "Baby, this is … you … made it …?" "Well," I'm a little embarrassed. "Take a spoon and let me have a taste." I handed the spoon to my mother in a panic. My mother took a bite and repeatedly said, "delicious, delicious."
Cooking for the first time made me realize that "brown sugar is sweet, sugar is sweet, and it is not as sweet as my own labor." The meaning of this sentence.
Cooking for the first time One day, my grandmother was ill and asked me to call my elder sister-in-law and ask her to help us cook. I patted my chest and said to my grandmother, "no, please tell me how to do it." I'll cook. " Grandma asked, "Can you do it?" "ok!" I said with confidence.
Grandma carefully explained to me how to cook. I listen carefully, remember carefully, and remember the process of cooking in my heart.
When I came to the kitchen, I first brought the rice cooker, scooped several bowls of rice into the pot, washed it with water several times, then poured some water, measured it just right by hand, then plugged in the power supply and pressed the switch. Everything went smoothly in the cooking process. I thought to myself, "Cooking is as simple as that!"
Next, I started cooking. I cut the vegetables and chopped green onion first, then pour oil into the pot, add some salt and light the gas. When the oil boiled, I put the vegetables in the pot, and the oil in the pot kept ringing, which scared me to go back quickly. Grandma saw it in the house and quickly said, "Add water quickly!" "Add water and cover the pot. I thought, "it's scary, and cooking is not easy!" " "After a while, the smell of food came from the pot.
After dinner, grandma said to me, eating delicious rice and vegetables, "You are really grown up and can help grandma cook." Don't say, your cooking is quite delicious! "Eating their own cooking, listening to grandma's praise, don't mention how happy. This is my first time cooking!
Cooking for the first time from the first cry to growing up day by day, bit by bit in the growing years, let us feel infinite surprises and happiness. Dear students, do you have any unforgettable things on your way to growth? Let's share the joys and sorrows together, and let these growing bits fill our childhood!
I remember once, when I was in the third grade, my mother was not at home, so I decided to cook for my mother myself. I turned on the gas first, then put the pot on the gas stove, poured some oil, and then knocked the eggs into the pot and stirred them with a shovel. Soon, a large plate of scrambled eggs came out of the pot. I tasted it and, alas, forgot to put salt in it. What a fly in the ointment!
I thought, how can a plate of scrambled eggs be enough to eat? I remember my mother often cooked rice porridge. Yes, I also cook rice porridge. I pour the water into the pot to boil, and then wash the rice. When I wash the rice and the water in the pot boils, I pour the rice into the pot and cook it.
Unconsciously, twenty minutes passed. I opened the lid and saw that the rice was cooked, but there was no water in the pot. I added some more water. Just then, my mother came back. She was surprised and delighted to see my cooking. She kept praising me: "My son has grown up and is sensible!" "
This is my first time cooking, and it is also the most unforgettable one.
Everyone has a very unforgettable first time. These unforgettable firsts are accompanied by our childhood and our growth.
Cooking for the first time will never forget the summer vacation of 10 20xx. That day, my mother and her junior high school friends went to buy clothes, only my father and I were at home, but after a while, my father's company called and said that it was urgent to leave, and the meal had to be solved by themselves.
But I don't know anything about cooking. I'm afraid of starvation, so I have to bite the bullet and go into the kitchen. It's really driving ducks to the shelves. Originally, I wanted to make a simple egg noodle. When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that there were no eggs, so I replaced the civet cat with a prince-eggs for duck eggs.
First of all, I broke the bottom of the duck egg, imitated the chef on TV and fiddled around. I didn't expect egg yolk and egg white to spill all over the floor, so I had to do it again. The second time, I was much more experienced than the first time. I learned the steps made by the chef on TV, studied them carefully and did them meticulously, and finally finished my masterpiece.
My mother gave me some advice and taught me some common sense of cooking when she first saw my face when she came home.
I learned to make noodles that day, and I will never forget that day.
I remember it was when I was 9 years old. One summer morning, after I got up, my parents still didn't get up. I thought: If I can make breakfast for my parents, they will certainly praise me. So I washed my face and went to the kitchen.
I really look like a cook in the kitchen. I turned on the gas first, and the flame suddenly jumped out, which startled me. Then I poured the stirred eggs into the pot and took out the spatula from the cupboard. I fried the eggs with low fire for a while and added rice. I hummed a ditty in my mouth, and my spatula kept stirring. After a while, I put the rice on. I woke up my parents. After washing their faces, they took the rice and began to eat. As soon as they took a bite, they said to me, "You forgot to add salt and seasoning." That's terrible. I really forgot to put it down! Dad told me to add some seasonings to fried rice, such as onions and garlic. My mother poured the rice into the pot, added some garlic sprouts, and stir-fried it for a while. I tasted it and thought it was delicious!
After dinner, dad said, "Although your fried rice is not as delicious as mom's, it's good that you think of us and can cook it." It means that you have grown up and know that you care about your parents. We are very happy to see you like this! "
Now that I am thirteen years old, fried rice will never be without salt, but I still remember my first cooking experience.
Cooking for the first time 12 July 12 Mom and Dad are not at home. I finished my homework early and played computer at home for a while. I felt bored. what would i like to do ? Suddenly my eyes lit up. Can't I cook? I rummaged through the refrigerator at home. I only found two green peppers and a potato. I said to myself, "There are not many things. I have to go down and buy them." "Fortunately, this month's money belongs to me, otherwise! I have no money! " I feel happy. In an instant, I went downstairs to the supermarket and bought three dishes, all of which were good. Then go home.
When I got home, I cooked the meal quickly. The first course is shredded potatoes with green peppers. "Dangdang Dangdang", green peppers are cut, big and small, whatever! When the oil was almost gone, I threw the green pepper in, and it "stabbed" me all over. I quickly held the pot cover against it to stop the oil attack and threw the potato out like a Grenade in an instant. Just listen to "yeah! Hit it! " So I went over and said, "Cooking is as simple as that!" Who knows that I was dumbfounded at first sight and forgot to cut it. I have an idea. "Ha ha!" Take a spatula and cut "Kaka!" The oil pan is too slippery! Half of it fell to the ground. I quickly picked it up and threw it in. Dirty and burned, it's gone. I'm going to burn up at first sight and become full. I didn't put salt when I tasted it!
I just heard that my father was back, so I let him take over.
Cooking is not allowed We should be considerate of our parents and help them more.
Cooking for the first time, I still remember cooking for the first time. It was a Sunday, my parents were out, and my brother and I were left at home. My brother said he was hungry, but the breakfast shop was closed. My brother said we could cook by ourselves.
So we started. The younger brother looked around and said, "We can fry some ham sausage." I took eight eggs and then some eggs. First, I broke the shell of the egg and put it in the pot. At first, everything went well. In this way, the first egg was fried, but my brother took another egg and accidentally dropped the shell into the pot. I quickly took a pair of chopsticks, took out the eggshell and told my brother to be careful. Just like walking, stumbling eggs are fired.
Start frying ham sausage. Make a few marks on it first, and then pour oil into the pot. The ham sausage fried in the pot is almost the same after enlargement. Then take it out and sprinkle some Nande.
In this way, the meal was ready and my mother just came back. We let my mother try it, and my mother said, "It's delicious!" "It would be nice to cook like this for the first time, I thought, at least I didn't paste.
But my mother also said, "Next time adults are not at home, you can't play with fire." I said to my brother, "Remember!"
Cooking for the first time on Sunday, my mother was not at home. I felt a little hungry, so I ran to the kitchen and started cooking after my mother. I really don't know whether I will do it or not. I was shocked when I did it. This meal makes me laugh and cry.
I found some potatoes, washed them carefully and peeled them. After these preparations, I began to cut potatoes. I want to cut it as fast as my mother, long and thin. So I picked up the knife and began to cut quickly, but accidentally, the knife cut into my hand, my hand slipped and the potato rolled to the ground. I had to deal with my finger urgently and start cutting again. Fortunately, I had a close call and finally cut it.
When I was ready, I poured the oil into the pot and started the fire mode. After a while, the oil burned red, so I put all the shredded potatoes in the pot. Suddenly, the shredded potatoes crackled. I picked up the shovel and kept stirring, which made me want to eat milk, but the shredded potatoes in the pot were still burnt and stuck to the pot. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue cooking. I grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it into the pot, and poured half a bottle of vinegar.
After cooking, I tasted it carefully. This dark dish of sweet and sour potato shreds makes me laugh and cry. It's sugar, not salt!
This is my first cooking experience. Do you find it funny?
Cooking for the first time, I can cook in the third grade of primary school. Mom said she would go to see my brother tomorrow and let me cook for my sister and me. Mother handed me the rice to eat tomorrow. I went to bed happily.
The next day, my parents went out early to see my brother. Just me and my sister. I started cooking. I washed the rice and put some water in the pot. I put the lid on the pot, opened the fire again, and then got off. I put the noodles in the pot. Beat in two eggs. Put a spoonful of salt and half a spoonful of thirteen incense. Cover the pot. I'm out. Mom said it would take 20 minutes. My sister and I watch TV. My sister and I watched TV for a while and felt very good. I'm glad to see that I forgot all the noodles and soup in the pot. For a while. My sister said I was hungry. I think of the noodles and soup in the pot. I immediately ran over and turned off the fire. I put the noodles in the bowl. I opened the lid of the soup. It's nothing like rice soup. Like rice. I took a bite of noodles. I feel that I put too much salt in my cooking, so I have to eat out. At noon, my mother came back and said, "How do you cook?" I kept my head down. Didn't say anything. Mother let me cook by myself. Under the guidance of my mother. My cooking is very successful.
I can finally cook. However, seemingly simple cooking is really not easy! Mom must have a hard time cooking. I have grown up, and I want to help my mother with her work. Don't make mom so tired. It's too difficult.