The first cooking composition in grade eight 1 Life is colorful. Everyone has many firsts, and each first time has different feelings, including joy, sadness and unforgettable.
One day, I asked my grandmother that my cousin Lingling and I cooked our own dinner, and my grandmother readily agreed. Don't mention how happy you are. I started cooking. I am responsible for cooking and cutting vegetables. Lingling is old, so she has to wash vegetables and cook when she urinates. After consultation, we are going to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which is our favorite food. I searched the kitchen and found all the ingredients. Grandma looked at me in a hurry and shook her head gently. Lingling took the tomatoes out of the refrigerator and washed them carefully. Look how serious she is! Wash it gently with chubby little hands. After washing, she put the tomatoes on the chopping board and went to cook.
It's my turn to show my talents! After all, it is the first time to cook. I picked up the knife awkwardly and cut the tomatoes into different thicknesses. Grandma saw it and shouted, "Little ancestor, slow down, don't cut your hand!" " "Grandma picked up the kitchen knife and" Dangdang "it several times, which was symmetrical in size, just like rows of curved boats. I was surprised to see this. I cut patiently after imitating grandma. The more I get to the back, the more I tremble, because the space in my hand is getting smaller and smaller, and I am afraid of cutting my hand. Finally finished cutting, sweating all over. Looking at my "success", grandma repeatedly said, "Good, good, progress! "The pot. I'll pour the oil into the pot. Half a minute passed and the oil crackled. I broke the egg and got up a lot of courage. The egg white and yolk baby flowed into the pot, and then there was a "crackling" sound. I stir it with a spatula. It's not ripe yet. I'll add salt and chicken essence right away Finally, I pour the tomatoes into the pot and stir fry for one minute. I asked Lingling to bring vegetables. At the same time, the meal is ready.
We are happy to eat the fruits of victory. Although the food was a little light, our faces were all filled with happy smiles.
This summer vacation, my mother and I came to Guangdong where my father lives.
I have been here for a few days, and the surrounding environment is not so strange. One day, while I was eating with relish, an idea flashed through my mind: cook a meal by myself, but then I thought: what if I get burned?
After several ideological struggles, curiosity finally overcame my doubts, so I decided to cook a meal. I am looking forward to it. It's finally noon, and it's my turn to cook. I tied my apron like an adult, and then dug a few spoonfuls of rice and put it in the rice cooker. After adding clean water, I washed it with water several times, then poured the dirty water into the pool and washed it again. Then I wiped the rice cooker with a towel and covered it until it jumped around and the meal was ready.
Let's start cooking. The first course is ham and cucumber. I peel the cucumber first, then slice the cucumber and ham, then turn on the gas, let it heat the pot, add a little oil after heating, and when the oil emits black smoke, I will put garlic, and when the garlic smell comes out, I will pour the ham into the oil vortex and fry it with the cucumber. When it's almost cooked, I'll add a spoonful and a half of salt and stir it well. I'll add monosodium glutamate and vinegar, stir it a few times and shovel it off.
Then I went on to cook the second course, which is braised fish pieces. This dish is a bit difficult, but I'll cook it anyway. I remove the fish head first, then chop it off, then wash the fish, cut it into pieces, put it on a plate, and then turn on the fire. After the pot is hot, I put the fish pieces in the pot and stir fry for a while, cover the pot, add some salt, monosodium glutamate, vinegar and green pepper, and stir fry a few times. Now, I'm going to shovel the plate onto the plate.
After I served the food and rice, everyone praised my cooking again and again. My heart is full of joy. Although I was very tired all noon, I smiled with relief after hearing everyone's praise.
Today is the weekend, adults have visited relatives' homes, and only my brother and I are at home. We watch TV at home. I was watching it with relish when my brother suddenly said to me, "Sister, I'm hungry." "What? Hungry, what should I do? The adults are not back yet! " I said anxiously. "I'm hungry anyway!" The younger brother said with tears. I made up my mind to grind my teeth and stamp my feet.
I will learn from my grandmother to cook, tie an apron, wash my hands and wash the pot first. Then I asked my brother to help me. I asked him to take two eggs, a tomato and a Chinese cabbage from the refrigerator. After my brother brought it, I first beat the eggs in a bowl and stirred them evenly, then washed the tomatoes and cut them into pieces, and finally washed the cabbage.
"Well, the battle has officially begun." Then I learned what grandma usually did. Put oil in the pot first, then pour the eggs in bit by bit, and then pour the tomatoes in when the eggs are ready. Stir-fry a few times, add some seasoning, and turn it over a few times to serve. I poured the fried tomato and egg soup into a bowl, and suddenly a smell came to my nose. My brother is drooling at a side. Quite a feeling of Li Bai's "flying down a thousand feet". Then, I pour some oil into the pot. When the oil boils, I put some water in it, and then I put cabbage in it. "No, no, grandma puts the cabbage first, then the water." The younger brother said. "You are not good at math, are you? You never learned the exchange method! The results are not all the same. " I am proud to say. After a while, cabbage will be ready. I put it in the bowl. Reheat the cold rice.
"All right, serve." I gave a cry, and my brother immediately rushed forward to bite the egg, spit it out immediately and said, "salty." "Quick, have soup." "ah! Too oily. " "What? You don't say! Salty and oily. I can do it according to grandma's operation method. I'll try it myself. " I said doubtfully. "ah! Really, what should I do? I have to wait for my grandmother to come back hungry. " I said gloomily.
This is my first cooking process. Although I failed, it was the beginning of success.
I cooked for the first time in the eighth grade. At home, I am used to "reaching for clothes will open my mouth with food." Today, in order to exercise me, my mother asked me to cook a dish at noon and choose my own ingredients. The seasoning was assisted by my mother. Hearing this, I laughed to myself, which stumped me! What's more, there is only one dish! I nodded and readily agreed.
Actually, I'm not very good at it, so I can only do it simply. My confidence just now was just to save face. In this way, I made the simplest one first-scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Of course I understand that the first step is to mix eggs! I narrowed my eyes, rolled up my sleeves, grabbed two eggs and looked at me like a mature and experienced chef. In fact, I feel guilty inside! After a while, trouble came, and with a click, one of the eggs slipped from the bowl and died heroically on the table. One can't do it, and the next one, that is, most of the eggshells are broken in the bowl, and most of the time is wasted when the eggshells are fished clean. Watching other dishes come to the table one by one, I'm anxious like an ant on hot bricks-running around!
Finally, the eggs are mixed well, and then the oil is poured. I told you in my heart not to pour too much, but as soon as the bottle was pressed, it crashed with a clash, and a lot of oil came out, splashing on my hand and scalding it. Well, if I refused at that time, why did I have to endure this pain? But as a gentleman said, it's too late to forget, so just bear it. And no one has time to take care of your dish, so I'm determined to finish it.
Next, scrambled eggs. At first, the eggs "sand" lay in a pool, which made me feel at a loss. Oh, by the way, chop the eggs with a shovel first. Indeed, the eggs need to be cut from the side first, and there is still a time limit, otherwise the eggs will be fried and not delicious. Stir-fry constantly, then Huang Chengcheng's eggs come out of the pot, put Jamlom oil in the pot, put the cut tomatoes into the pot, and the fried red juice will flow out, then pour in the fried eggs, and then come out of the pot.
A seemingly simple dish, which also has a lot of knowledge! Through this cooking, I learned to do everything with heart, and I learned to cherish my mother's labor!
The first time I cooked, there were many firsts in my life, such as swimming for the first time and riding a bike for the first time ... but what impressed me most was the first time I cooked.
Whenever my mother brings delicious food to the table, I always want to know how she does it, so I always learn from my mother. On this day, I went into the kitchen, put on my apron and picked up a spatula. I wanted to cook a meal by myself. Mom came in and said, "Today, I'm going to teach you how to make the simplest tomato and egg noodles. First cut the skin of the tomato, blanch it with boiling water, and then … "Got it! I know! " I sent my mother out of the kitchen and couldn't wait to do it. "I have a surprise for you!" "
According to my mother's method, I picked up some boiling water and scalded the tomato skin. Then beat two eggs, huh? Where are the eggs? I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find it. I looked up and it was on the table! I knocked the egg into the pot carefully, but accidentally, a drop of hot oil in the heated oil pan splashed on my face, which made me almost cry. Only then did I realize my mother's hard work. I stopped my tears and continued to make noodles. "To put salt, ginger, noodles ... and vinegar, vinegar is black, in a long bottle, right! It should be, but how strange is it? Forget it, let it go!
"In five minutes, only five minutes!" I can't wait to taste my achievements now.
"all right! Noodles are ready! " I'll bring the noodles out right away and start eating while it's not hot. But just one bite, the taste is wrong. I used soy sauce as vinegar. I said sadly, "Why can't I do it well even if I try?" My mother stroked my head and said, "It doesn't matter. There is a first time for everything. I will do it next time!" " "Say that finish, my mother added a little vinegar to the noodles. I tasted it, and it was delicious!
On the day of winter vacation, I had nothing to do, so I just felt at home. It suddenly occurred to me: Alas, other students can cook, but I live a princess-like life. It is often "clothes to reach out, rice to open your mouth." No, I can't go on like this, otherwise, I will become a "basket case" sooner or later. I must do something to impress my family.
Inadvertently, I saw potatoes, and I had a good idea: isn't shredded potatoes my favorite? Can you cook?
Thinking of this, I learned from my mother and became the little master of the family.
I picked up a potato, washed it, peeled it, carefully picked up a fruit knife (because the kitchen knife was afraid of hurting my hand), and slowly and gently shredded the potato. I picked up the potato in one hand and the fruit knife in the other, cutting it piece by piece. I found that some potatoes were cut very thin and some were cut very thick. What should I do? I put the potatoes flat and cut them slowly with a fruit knife. Accidentally, the potato chips ran away like feet. Alas! It turns out that cooking is so difficult!
After I cut the potatoes, I found that the shredded potatoes were long and short, thick and thin. I thought helplessly: What's the matter? Huang, Huang, how many times have I told you to be careful? You just don't listen, and you are careless every time. I've been blaming myself in my heart.
Everything is ready. It's time to fry shredded potatoes. I lit the fire first, then put it in the pot and poured a little oil in it. The oil is hot, so I quickly pour the shredded potatoes into the oil pan. Suddenly, a smell of oil smoke came to my face and made me burst into tears. I picked up a shovel and shoveled it at random, only to see shredded potatoes dancing "Latin dance" in the pot. Up and down, left and right, a few pieces jumped out of the pot. These are really naughty little guys.
While humming a ditty, I set the food on the table, waiting for my mother to come back.
My mother finally came back. I eagerly welcomed her to the table and dragged her to eat my cooking. My mother praised me, and I was really happy!
Everyone has many firsts, such as riding a bike for the first time, buying food for the first time, washing dishes for the first time, washing clothes for the first time ... Every first time will inspire your life, and what I will never forget is the first time cooking.
Speaking of the first cooking, I started at the age of eight. Every time my mother cooks, I will stand by and dance. At that time, my mother always said, "I'll teach you to cook when you are older", so I kept waiting, waiting! Until one day, driven by curiosity, I couldn't wait any longer. This is a sunny holiday. When I slept through the window, the sun shone on me. I suddenly woke up, rubbed my sleepy eyes and found that my parents were not at home! I quickly got up and dressed and washed my face at the speed of light. I glanced at the alarm clock-it was past 8 o'clock, and my favorite TV series was about to start. I think it's too late to go out for dinner now. What should I do?
The idea of cooking at home came into being. I rushed to the kitchen. What should I do? After thinking and thinking, I decided on the following article, so I opened the lid, washed the pot and took the noodles ... After everything was ready, I was dumbfounded again-should I put the noodles first or put the water first? I tried to recall the scene of my mother's next article. After several struggles, I decided to put the noodles first. The reason is that when I make instant noodles, I always put noodles first, and the following article may be the same.
After I took out the right amount of noodles and put them in the pot, I always felt something was wrong. Where is it? Oh! It turns out that noodles always lie straight, not next to the bottom of the pot. So, I just broke up, hehe, that's good.
I brought a water bottle, poured water into the pot, and turned on the gas like my mother. As a result! Damn it! Actually! Alas, I can't twist it, so I have to treat the noodles as instant noodles and blanch them with boiling water.
After I finished, I quickly took a bite-"bah", what ah, the noodles are still raw!
Through this first time, I understand the truth that "everything is difficult at the beginning", but I can't give up because it is difficult. Success is often on the other side of failure. If we can continue to bridge the gap between the two sides, we will certainly succeed!
The first cooking composition in grade eight is winter vacation. The teacher gave us different homework, cooked a meal for my parents and gave us many recipes. Let's choose one to cook. There are many kinds of dishes: braised rice bean jelly, fried shrimp with leeks, home-cooked octopus ... I think all the dishes are delicious. Not knowing what to do, I finally decided to start with the simplest "braised bean jelly".
Mom asked me to buy food, so I bought rice paste. I also prepared kohlrabi, celery, onion, oil, chicken essence, vinegar, minced meat and watercress. Let's start cooking. I wash the dishes first, be careful not to rub them hard, but to be gentle, and then cut the kohlrabi and onion into small squares, and the rice paste should also be cut into small pieces. This is the part that scares me the most. I was afraid it would burn me, so I had to ask my mother for guidance. With the help of my mother, I pressed the switch first, waited for two seconds, and then the fire started. I put the pot in and poured the oil until it boiled. One minute later, when the oil is cooked, I carefully add the bean paste, wait until the fried flavor overflows, then add the kohlrabi, add the bean jelly, add a glass of water and cook slowly. I saw that the yellow bean jelly gradually turned golden yellow, emitting an attractive fragrance. Celery, chopped green onion and chicken essence were added. The fragrance is getting stronger and stronger.
Finally, I put it in a beautiful plate. The bean jelly was served on the plate, and the smell was fragrant, making my mouth water. I tasted my own bean jelly, which was really great. My mother gave me 10 thousand praises and a small reward, which was a kiss from my mother. I like cooking.
I was very happy when I cooked for the first time. Through this cooking, I know that it is not easy for mom and dad at ordinary times. I will do more things for my parents later.
There are many firsts in life, joys and sorrows, and I have many firsts, each of which is worth cherishing. Let me talk about my first cooking.
That time, as soon as I got home, my stomach began to complain, but my mother hasn't come back yet. I looked everywhere in my house, but I couldn't find anything delicious. In order to quell my stomach protest, I decided to cook by myself.
As soon as I got started, I went to the kitchen with confidence, followed my mother's example, quickly tied on my apron and opened the refrigerator, which contained only a few eggs and a bowl of cold rice. So, I had an idea: cook fried rice with eggs today.
I came to the dining table with eggs and rice, and the first step of making fried rice with eggs-eating eggs. I picked up an egg and nibbled it gently at the edge of the bowl. As a result, it seems to be joking with me-the eggshell is not broken. My heart is unwilling: why can't I eat an egg well? I picked up the egg again and smacked it on the bowl. As a result, the yolk is half in the bowl and half on the ground. It seems that I will do it again. This time, I learned my lesson. Break the egg first, then quickly move it to the top of the bowl, then gently open the eggshell, and the yolk and egg white will leak into the bowl like a waterfall. Then, put some salt and chopped green onion in it and stir it with chopsticks.
The eggs are stirred, and the most exciting moment has come: frying. I turned on the gas stove carefully, and when the flame came up, I poured some oil. After the oil in the pan sizzled, I poured the stirred egg liquid into the pan and stirred it with a spatula several times. Then, I poured the rice into the pot and stirred it with the eggs for a few minutes. The smell of fried rice with eggs went straight to my nose. Soon, a bowl of delicious fried rice with eggs came out of the pot.
"Wow, it smells good!" Although this fried rice with eggs is not as delicious as the national chef, in my heart, it is more delicious than all the delicious food I have ever eaten, because it is my hard sweat!