Cooking experience 1
People will experience many different things in their life, many of which are your first time, such as climbing a mountain for the first time, riding a bike for the first time, swimming for the first time ... but what impressed me most was my first cooking, because it was a rare life experience for me and also contained special significance!
It was a sunny day, with birds and flowers. I am also very excited at the moment, because today is my grandmother's birthday. I will personally cook one or two dishes for my grandmother, present this special birthday present and say to her loudly, "Grandma, I love you, and wish you a happy birthday!" " "
To this end, I also carefully prepared and asked my "kitchen god" mother for advice. Yi ran looks like he had a plan. Let's do it. What to do first? I'll think about it. Wash the vegetables first. So I picked up a bag of Chinese cabbages, poured them all into the vegetable basin, picked them up one by one like my mother, and washed them with tap water in an orderly way. My mother specially told me before that the roots of Chinese cabbage often contain sand and dirt, which need to be cleaned repeatedly. Because of this experience, a large basin of Chinese cabbage was washed quickly, and I couldn't help sighing.
Then I prepared another dish. How? I looked at the fresh shrimp alive and kicking, but I didn't know what to do with it. I tried to catch a fresh shrimp with my hand, but my bite hurt. "Ah, it hurts!" I hurriedly threw away the shrimp in my hand, and the shrimp thorn stung me deeply. Just when I was at a loss, my mother came up to me and said, "You should pay attention to skills when catching shrimp, and avoid the thorns of the shrimp head when you catch the back, because if you catch the front of the shrimp head, the thorns will stab you when the shrimp is frightened." Be careful, okay? " Then my mother demonstrated it again herself. With the help of my mother, I successfully handled the shrimp properly, and now everything is ready except the east wind. The remaining key step is cooking.
Just because my mother was around, I felt confident, so I lit a fire and poured the oil in. "Scratching" kept ringing and hot oil splashed on my hands and face. I looked at my mother blankly. My mother said, "son, don't put the oil in a hurry." Wait until the water left in the pot is dry before you put the oil. " With the encouragement of my mother, step by step, oil, cabbage, salt, several times, I finally made fried cabbage. Then I made a plate of salted shrimp. If you learn a lesson from one thing, you learn the previous one. I put in the oil, put in the shrimp, fish it out after the oil has fried the shrimp thoroughly, pour out the excess oil, then put the shrimp back in the pot, and add the right amount of salt and pepper powder and chopped green onion. Finally, it's done. I look at my work and feel a little narcissistic! The rest of the dishes, of course, are made by the "kitchen god" himself.
Soon all the dishes were ready and our whole family gathered around the table. Grandma personally tasted my cooking and kept praising me, saying, "It's delicious, the best dish I've ever eaten in my life!" " "I also tasted it. The cabbage was a little dry and the salty shrimp was too alkaline, so I frowned. My parents also tasted it and gave me encouragement. Although it is not perfect, it fills me with happiness!
This is my first cooking experience, which makes me feel happy and happy! Let me understand that people should do things step by step, one step at a time, and only by laying a good foundation can we reap success!
Cooking experience II
As the saying goes: "Learn to cook and have the ability; Will live and benefit for life. "
In the afternoon, I saw my father cooking at home, and I also wanted to learn something. What I learned is how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
I will ask the chef at home to stand aside and tell me what I need to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes: prepare 2-3 eggs, 2 spoonfuls of salt and 2 tomatoes; First, beat the eggs into a bowl and stir them evenly with chopsticks, so that the egg white and yolk are integrated; Then wash the tomatoes and cut them into orange petals; Then pour the oil into the pot, pour the egg liquid into the pot bit by bit until it is golden brown, take it out, add the tomatoes to make them smell a little bit of eggs, put the eggs into the pot after about one minute, stir-fry until they give off a strong smell, take it out and put it on a plate.
Dad looked at me and I said, "All right! All right! Simple, I will do it! " Then wash the pan and pour the oil, waiting for dad's instructions. "Put eggs." When I gave the order, I couldn't wait to pour the egg liquid into the pot, and suddenly a thick smoke rose. Dad said, "Big Brother, it's falling down bit by bit. How could you fall like this? It is not only difficult to fry, but also invisible with soot. " I smiled awkwardly, covered my nose and mouth, and provoked speculation.
When there is a faint fragrance in the pot, I know I have to take out the eggs and put the tomatoes in.
But as soon as the tomatoes were put down, the oil flew in all directions. When the oil star flew to my hand with a spatula, a sharp pain came, and I exclaimed, "Ah!" As soon as the hand was retracted, the spatula fell into the pot. Dad sighed aside, took the spatula out of the pot and put it under the faucet to cool down in lightning speed, and said to me, "That's what cooking is like." You have to control the situation, otherwise how can you cook a good dish? "
I nodded in shame, and then prepared to put salt.
I picked up the salt spoon, reached over the pot and shook it gently. I saw the salt drop bit by bit. My father asked me to put more salt on the side. I did, and my hands were shaking. Unexpectedly, a spoonful of salt flew into the pot.
I put the food on a dark-faced plate and took it out of the kitchen. Dad and I, you look at me, I look at you. Nobody eats first.
"Dad, come on, have a taste and see how it tastes?" I said.
Dad squinted at the scrambled eggs with black tomatoes, then looked at me, frowned, closed his eyes and put a small piece in his mouth. He suddenly grabbed the cup, swallowed a few mouthfuls of water and said, "Mmm-this salt is well fried and tastes like eggs." Say that finish and drank a few saliva. I curled my lips.
Dad looked up and said, "I'm glad I can do this for the first time, but I might as well practice it again so that you can cook a good dish." Practice makes perfect! " But-"Dad changed the subject, and I suddenly became nervous." In order to let you know what your shortcomings are, you have to eat your cooking and analyze what you should do next time ... "When I heard this, my face twitched and said," No, you are in charge of the evaluation. Don't look for me. I ... I definitely can't eat anything, so come on! " After that, I smiled awkwardly and rushed into the room and slipped away.
I heard my father shouting behind me, "I must finish my cooking with tears in my eyes!" " "
Alas, I have a stomachache when I think about it!
Cooking experience 3
My dear parents love me very much and don't let me do anything at ordinary times. At this rate, when can I grow up? You know, learning to take responsibility is a "compulsory course" for our growth! Therefore, I often say to my parents, "Love me and let me learn to bear everything!" " "But mom and dad never give me a chance.
One weekend night, it was past six o'clock, and mom and dad had not come home yet. Because I was naughty, I didn't eat much at noon, and my parents didn't come back so late, which made me hungry and anxious at home. Suddenly, I was in a hurry, and my mind flashed: Why not prepare something delicious while Mom and Dad are not at home? This not only solved the problem of stomach, but also gave my parents a surprise, and it can also be used to prove that I have grown up! Do one more thing, why not?
Growing up, I used to eat sweet and delicious meals cooked by my parents. I was a "gourmet" since I was a child and liked to peek at recipes. The first is to satisfy your own "perception", and the second is to learn to cook delicious dishes. Over time, I also remembered a few simple dishes. Mom and Dad, when I grow up, I should learn to take care of myself and cook a delicious meal by myself. !
Do it. I found some sausages, eggs, fish balls, vegetables, tomatoes and fruits in the refrigerator at home, and the raw materials are quite rich. After a period of deliberation, I decided to make a plate of fried ham and fish balls, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and fruits. Haha, you haven't heard of the first course, have you?
Stir-fry ham with fish balls first: thaw the fish balls first, then carefully cut them in half, and then peel and slice the ham sausage, but our knife work is not skilled, and the sliced slices are thick or thin and uneven; Then peel a leek, wash it, cut it into pieces, and there are ready-made ginger slices on the chopping board. After everything was ready, I carefully learned my mother's usual way to open the natural gas valve, light the fire and start pouring oil into the wok. Although I have read many articles about how to cook, how much oil to put in my mind is still unknown. Forget it, a spoonful. After draining the oil, with the increase of oil temperature, I saw that the oil flower really rushed out. I quickly used the cover as a "protective shield" to block the "attack" of oil. After a while, the oil stopped jumping. I quickly threw the onion and ginger slices into the wok, and I heard a "sting". The onion and ginger slices in the pot splashed everywhere, which scared me to step back and put the fish balls and ham slices in the pot. The "scratching" momentum in the wok immediately weakened a lot. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took a shovel to stir fry in the wok. Because fish balls and ham sausages are salty, there is no need to put salt. I just put a little soy sauce and chicken essence. I watched fish balls and ham slices gradually turn red and bright colors. I set the flame to a minimum, shoveled the vegetables out of the wok, blew out the hot air, picked up a piece of ham, and couldn't wait to take a bite. (-_ _-) Hee hee ... Victory in the first battle!
Next, I cleaned the wok and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. This time, the oil didn't "jump out" because there was no oil in the wok (I forgot it in a hurry, hehe), but the eggs had been poured into the wok, so I had to scramble the eggs in a muddle. I quickly put the tomatoes in, put some seasoning, and fried them for a few times before taking them out. Well, make do with it.
Subsequently, pears, peaches and apples are peeled and cut into small pieces to make colorful fruit platters.
When mom and dad came back, they smelled the smell of the food, tasted my cooking and praised me for growing up and being a capable boy. Don't mention how beautiful it is in my heart! Even if mom and dad are not at home in the future, don't worry about being hungry!
Mom and Dad, if you love me, let me bear it. Only in this way can we grow and make progress!
Cooking experience 4
When I was very young, I wanted to cook good food in the kitchen like my parents. What an interesting thing! I asked my mother to teach me, but every time my mother answered only one thing: you are too young to cook. Besides, it's not worth hurting yourself! Every time I think: this is just cooking! What's rare! One day I will be a chef and cook a dish for you.
Today, my wish to be a chef can finally come true. Because I have a "home cook pass" given by the labor teacher. It was the teacher who left an assignment to cook a dish, and I was very happy about it. My mother can only support me when she sees this unimpeded "pass"
So, I want to make a complicated fish-flavored eggplant, and I must seize this rare opportunity.
At noon, the battle began. I put on my apron and walked confidently into the kitchen. I will wash the eggplant first, peel it off slowly with a knife, and then cut it into strips. I grabbed a handful from a pile of eggplant strips and wanted to appreciate my knife work, but I was blindsided at first sight. Some of these eggplant strips are thicker than my thumb, some are thinner than my little finger, and some are similar to my middle finger. It's really different. I'm disappointed. My mother standing by comforted me and said, "Never mind, just fry the oil for a while. This is your first time. " After listening to my mother's words, I regained my confidence and put the cut eggplant in a basin for later use. Then I cut the onion, ginger and garlic into pieces and put them on a small plate for later use. I took bean paste and sugar from the refrigerator.
After the materials are ready, I put the pot on the stove, lit it, and put oil in the pot to heat it. I just put the eggplant in, but I didn't expect the oil in the pot to spill out. In desperation, I grabbed the lid as a shield and was safe. I stir-fry eggplant with a shovel. In a short time, the eggplant was fried thoroughly. When it is soft, I will drain it with a shovel and put it on a plate. The eggplant at this time is really golden yellow and very attractive. I can't help feeling a little smug.
Next, I left a little oil in the pot, added bean paste and fried red oil. Add soy sauce, balsamic vinegar and appropriate amount of boiling water, mix well, and then add a small amount of white sugar, salt, onion, ginger and minced garlic in turn. After frying, add the fried eggplant. Then I remembered that I forgot to thicken it with water starch. I was in a hurry to find starch from the kitchen cabinet, add water, quickly pour it into the pot, stir it for a few times and then take it out. The battle is over.
Finally, I put the eggplant on a plate, cut the washed coriander into small pieces and sprinkled it on the eggplant, adding some color to the eggplant, and finally it was finished. I looked at this dish of eggplant, which was really attractive. After my mother's evaluation, I think this dish is delicious. I was so happy that I jumped three feet.
This is my first time cooking, and it's a great success!
Cooking experience 5
Everyone has his own experience, and I am no exception. What impressed me most was that I learned to cook by myself.
It was an afternoon, in order to complete the teacher's task of "being a little chef", I decided to try. The cooking war has begun. I opened the refrigerator, um, there were ribs, eggs, potatoes ........................................................................................................................................................... I'll take out the vegetables first and then wash them. Wash leaves, stems, etc. Then fry it in a pot. I was about to pour oil on the dish when the oil star immediately splashed and burned the back of my hand. I gave a whoop of "Ouch" and then squatted down and rubbed my hands. "I quit!" I say that finish, frustrated to jump on the sofa and sit down. Mom saw it and asked, "What's the matter? Did you burn your hand? It's okay. " Then she taught me how to cook.
"Well, I'll try again." I'm strong again. I cooked the food quickly as my mother said. The next step is to cut potatoes. I picked the potatoes, washed them and peeled them. The whole line, too light, just a little. The other knife, too heavy, cut a big piece. I'm all thumbs, but I keep cutting. Slowly, it looks much better. After peeling, I cut the potatoes into small pieces, then add some ingredients and fry them together.
Next is the fish. Fish is too difficult to cook, so I have to ask my mother for guidance. Mom cut off the fish belly for me. It makes me sick. I am most afraid of the fishy smell, and I don't know where to start. After a long study, I came up with a plan. I put the fish on the chopping board. Because I was afraid to touch the fish, I held a knife in both hands and cut it off. As a result, the fish were cut into different sizes. I don't know what ingredients to add when frying. I picked up the soy sauce, and as soon as I poured it into the pot, I poured too much soy sauce. What shall we do? Oh, water! After I thought about it, I quickly picked up the bowl, filled it with some water and poured it into the pot. I accidentally poured too much water, and the fish seemed to be light. I didn't care, adding ingredients at random.
By the way, there is still rice to cook. Mom saw that it was almost time to eat, so she helped me cook, and then let me watch. I just put potatoes, vegetables and fish on the plate and don't care about rice. After a while, a burning smell came to my nose. An instinctive reaction made me look at the rice cooker. "Rice, rice is burnt!" I let out a cry and quickly turned off the fire. Dinner is finally ready. My achievements are: golden rice, fish bitter in it, light and tasteless potatoes and vegetables. My mom and I tried. Mom said, "It's not bad to do it for the first time." However, the meal was so bad that it was burnt. "I said," didn't the advertisement say' rice should be golden, rice should be golden'? " "Potatoes and vegetables are too weak." "Light food is good for your health. ""That fish is too bitter. " "bitter medicine." My mother couldn't help laughing after listening to my explanation.
I benefited a lot from this cooking. Even if you eat delicacies, it is not as good as your own. You should persevere in everything you do.
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