Dumplings have now become an indispensable New Year food for northerners. What insights will you get from the process of trying to make dumplings? Below are 4 essays describing dumplings that I have shared with you. Welcome to learn from them!

Essay 1 describing dumplings

< p>At noon on Saturday, I saw my mother making dumplings. Mom put the wrapped dumplings on a large round plate and arranged them neatly. How the little dumplings looked like ears! The more I looked at them, the more interesting they became. I decided to learn from my mother and learn how to make dumplings.

I first learned to roll out the dough. My mother asked me to hold the rolling pin in one hand and press the dough with the other. At first, the dough I rolled out didn’t look good, it was thick and long, like a cow’s tongue. Under the guidance of my mother, I finally passed the exam. Then, I started wrapping. I followed my mother's example, holding the dough with my left hand, shoveling the filling with a spoon with my right hand, and then putting the dough together, and it was wrapped in a while. Yeah! The dumplings I made were like a worm, as ugly as they were. I couldn't care so much anymore, so I wrapped another one, thinking: Mom will definitely praise me. Unexpectedly, my mother looked at my masterpiece and laughed and shook her head. I looked at the dumplings I made. They looked like pear, with the fillings exposed. But my mother’s bag was beautiful. I began to observe my mother's movements. I saw her holding the dough in one hand and a spoon in the other hand, specializing in making dumplings. I followed my mother's example and carefully wrapped it up. It was indeed much better than the previous ones. My confidence increased and I continued to pack. My mother looked at the dumplings I made and said kindly: "Baby, when you grow up, you will help your mother." My mother cooked the dumplings and put them on a plate. I couldn't wait to take a bite, ah! The dumplings I made were delicious. I understand a truth: Everything looks easy but is difficult to do. Nothing in the world is difficult, only those who are willing can do it.

Essay 2 about making dumplings

Our whole family likes to eat dumplings, and my mother has mastered the unique skill of making dumplings. Today, my mother finally agreed to teach me how to make dumplings.

I saw my mother holding a piece of dumpling wrapper and spreading it flat in her hand, and then quickly pinched a ball of meat filling with her right hand, placed it in the center of the dumpling, and then lightly wiped the edge of the dumpling wrapper. A little water, then flip your hands, and finally spread it out, and a dumpling like a boat is completed.

I followed my mother's example, picked up a piece of skin, picked up a large ball of meat filling with chopsticks and wrapped it up. Unexpectedly, the dumpling wrapper didn't obey my instructions at all. As soon as I folded the dumpling wrapper in half, the meat filling naughtily came out from both sides. What's even more disgusting is that the dumpling wrapper burst before I even pinched it. I was so angry that I threw away the "broken skin" dumpling and continued working. This time, I learned my lesson and wrapped it up with a small ball of minced meat. This time it was not broken, but the belly of the wrapped dumpling was deflated. Mom laughed: "This dumpling is so hungry!"

Forget it, it's so troublesome, let's forget it!" I started to run away. Mom looked at me with a smile, I was embarrassed, I shamelessly asked my mother for advice, and she said: "You, you are too impatient. The stuffing just now was either too much or too little, not to mention that no matter what you do, you need to practice more to do it well?" In the face of my mother's nagging I patiently followed my mother's instructions and took my time step by step. Sure enough, a dumpling like an ingot was born in my hands. I held it in my hand like a treasure and proudly presented it to my mother. Show off, show off to dad. The dumplings are finally out of the pot, and I feel happy eating the dumplings I made.

Essay 3 about making dumplings

Saturday, teacher. We were asked to bring dumpling wrappers and minced meat, and the whole class became excited.

First, the teacher poured all the minced meat we brought into a big dumpling. In the basin, add an appropriate amount of salt, soy sauce, sesame oil and green onions, and then stir well. After everything is ready, I start to make dumplings. I hold the dumpling wrapper in my left hand and chopsticks in my right hand to pick up a large amount of meat filling. But because there was too much filling, the dumpling wrapper could not be closed. I had no choice but to lose some of the filling, and slowly shaped the dumpling wrapper into a crescent shape, although it was not as beautiful as the dumplings made by the teacher. , but the filling was not exposed, I was satisfied. Then I made a few more beautiful dumplings and put them on the plate to form a "dumpling platter". The classmates all made many beautiful dumplings, but some students made them. The dumplings made were weird and made the students laugh.

Next, the dumplings started to be cooked. The teacher put the dumplings that looked like "ugly ducklings" into the boiling water. After a while, the dumplings were cooked. It came up. All of us were salivating, but the teacher said we had to queue up. I was pushed to the back and I finally got the dumplings with my chopsticks. , dipped in a little vinegar, and then a little bit of chili pepper, and gently took a small bite. The meat inside was really mouth-watering, so I ate it in one big gulp. The mixed taste of fresh meat and green onions flowed in my mouth. It was so delicious! After class, every student felt the joy of labor and enjoyed the fruits of their labor. It made me understand: as long as you pay, you will be rewarded.

Composition 4 about making dumplings

Today is New Year’s Eve, and tomorrow is the Spring Festival. I am so happy. Today, I want my mother to learn how to make dumplings

At first, I volunteered to roll out the dumpling wrappers myself. I knead the mixed noodles into thin and long pieces, then cut them into small sections and threw them on the chopping board. I couldn't wait to pick up a small piece of white flour and rolled it out. I don't know how. Sometimes, the dumpling skin was as flat and round as a goose egg, and sometimes it was like a chicken with two ends. Later, under the guidance of my parents, I learned to roll it. The dumpling wrappers turned into pieces of delicate dumpling wrappers in my hands.

My mother was making dumplings, and I watched attentively. Mom said: "Shu Ying, can you make dumplings?" I said dejectedly: "Mom, I don't know how to make dumplings, can you teach me?" Mom said happily: "Okay. You have to study hard. Yeah!" My mother taught me to pick up a piece of dumpling wrapper, put the stuffing on it, pinch the wrapper with my index finger and thumb, and then pinch both sides, not only pinching but also adding "patterns". My mother demonstrated and explained, and I understood and practiced. I wrapped the first dumpling according to my mother's instructions and put it on the table. My mother couldn't help laughing and said: "He is simply an ugly duckling." "Don't underestimate it, the ugly duckling will turn into a white swan." I said seriously. This time, my mother changed the method of teaching me: teaching me step by step to wrap the second dumpling; guiding me to wrap the third dumpling; letting me wrap the fourth dumpling independently? This goes on and on. Bags, a dozen "white swans" were quickly wrapped on the table.

Mom put the dumplings into the pot. After a while, a fragrant smell of dumplings came to my nose. My mother brought out the dumplings, and I ate them with gusto. Because I made the dumplings myself.

Composition Five Describing Dumpling Making

One Sunday afternoon, I saw my grandma mixing dumpling fillings. I couldn’t help but feel itchy and wanted to learn how to make dumplings from my grandma.

We prepared the fillings and skins and started making dumplings.

I spread a piece of skin in the palm of my hand, and used a spoon to scoop out a little stuffing and put it in the middle of the skin. Then dip a little water with your fingers and apply it around the skin. I learned the previous steps very well, but when it came time to start kneading the pattern, I couldn't learn it. If the two layers of skin are pinched together, the dumplings will not look good and will not stand upright; if only one layer of skin is pinched back, the dumplings will be soft and will not stand upright? I tried my best to make the dumplings look good and stand upright. I can stand at attention, but I can't help it. Dumpling just won't be friends with me and always goes against me.

Later, my grandma told me not to get too much water on it, as too much water will make the skin stick tightly. In order for the dumplings to stand upright and look good, we need to make a slight arch when pinching the last fold, so that we can meet the requirements? After listening to my grandma’s explanation, I suddenly realized, so I did what grandma said, The dumplings made were indeed "perfect". Then, I made the dumplings again in this way, each one making progress. When grandma saw it, she praised her: "You girl suddenly became enlightened, and your bag is even better than grandma's!" I felt happy after hearing this.

At dinner, I ate the dumplings I made and felt extremely warm and delicious. In my opinion, those were the best dumplings I have ever eaten.

Making dumplings not only makes you dexterous, but also exercises your patience. I like making dumplings.