1. A 500-word essay on the joy of cooking
As the saying goes, "Home is a warm harbor." How can warmth be without happiness? This winter vacation, I participated in cooking the New Year’s Eve dinner for the first time. In everyone's doubtful eyes. In a flash of lightning, happiness and cooking collided, courage and success met.
When it comes to cooking, every child is frightened and anxious like an ant on a hot pot. As for me, I am not afraid, but move forward bravely. One day I hummed a tune I made up, "Cooking is not just about those things, add water, add salt, and add that little vegetable. After hearing this, my mother said happily: "Good son, you are ambitious, don't tell me that you don't have vegetables. Isn’t it hard for you? Well, today I will let you make Northeastern chicken stewed with mushrooms. I said, "Okay, it's fun and challenging, let's go." "Chicken, chicken, you're going to be mine, hahaha!" I laughed. It was too late, but soon, I picked up the huge bone-chopping knife and chopped at the chicken. Just hearing a "click", the chick immediately turned into two halves. I used my trick of "cutting the chicken in eighteen cuts" again, and it immediately turned into a dozen juicy Tetris pieces. If you ask: "Where are the mushrooms?" I will casually say: "They are bathing and dancing in the water tank!" I turned around and jumped lightly to the mushroom fairy who was enjoying the bath. I'll let them cool off in my frying pan! As soon as I finished speaking, there was thunder from the sky! I've been punished. As I poured the water, the water hit me unceremoniously. I thought: "I deserve it. Lao Tzu's thought is that everything has its opposite, and the two opposites can transform each other! Is there any benefit?" Yes, the tiles in our house are as "dirty" as a "pig pen". You can wash it! I just did what I said and attacked the dirty "Wei army" with a heroic rag. "Wei Jun" was still defeated in my hands, and the tiles immediately became as bright as new and crystal clear. Unexpectedly, cooking is so interesting: it exercises both my brain and my fingers. I have benefited a lot! I picked up the golden pressed peanut oil and poured it into the iron pot, and spots of oil suddenly burst out. "How scary!" I thought to myself. But my curiosity overcame my fear. I picked up the chicken and mushrooms and threw them into the pot. The steam covered the sky for a moment. I can't mess up the situation, I must let them "the world is unified." The water column finally calmed down the battle. This will be easier to handle. "Hi! Hi! Hi! The water immediately turned khaki. If you ask me how to do magic? That's impossible. Otherwise, the dishes would be ready in just a few seconds. I'll tell you. Don't tell anyone else. I used soy sauce and salt. My red water angel and black little angel fainted speechlessly. The water vapor circulated in the pot, and I forgot about the food in the pot. "I shouted. My mother heard it and rushed over. She is still a veteran! She reversed this unbearable situation with three strokes, five divisions and two divisions. I was speechless. Suddenly, the fragrance filled the sky, and I smelled the big smell. Whet up your appetite.
I brought the dishes to the New Year’s Eve dinner table with great pleasure. Looking at the chicken feet with unique legs and smelling the refreshing fragrance, the whole family applauded me. I couldn’t help but I couldn't help but sing happily: "When cooking, don't lose your mind; when the food is ready, the world will cry; when the food is ready, remember it; don't give in, be creative; when the food is ready, put it on the table; when the food is ready, you will be more happy!" ”
My happy winter vacation starts with delicious chicken feet! 2. A 500-word essay on the joy of cooking
Living in the world itself is a pleasure, and the colorful world in life, It is like a pair of flawless white wings, taking you to the happy sky.
I remember it was during the summer vacation last year. My parents are busy with their own affairs, and I have done all the homework, so why not lighten the burden for them?
I just do it. , I hurried to the study and found a book called "Encyclopedia of Nutritious Vegetables". I immediately fell in love with the egg fried rice dish, so I followed the instructions and prepared the second of the three treasures of the kitchen, green onions and ginger, and yesterday's leftover rice, eggs and A little oil.
When I started cooking, I poured a little oil into the pot. I heard a sound of "Si la-", and the oil splashed everywhere like a naughty child! There's water in the pot. Oh, hurry up and cover the pot. Now it's time to crack the eggs. I cracked them lightly first, but there was no change at all. Then I cracked them hard, and the eggshells and egg yolks flowed in. In the bowl, I spent a lot of effort to pick out all the eggshells. The second time I was more careful, but there were still eggshells flowing into the bowl. The third time I came up with a good idea. : Use chopsticks to poke a small hole in the eggshell, then pour it into the bowl so that no eggshell will flow into the bowl. Then I pour the chopped green onion, ginger and salt into the bowl, mix well and add it. When the eggs are cooked, cut them into cubes and pour yesterday's rice into the pot. Looking at the yellow and white egg fried rice, I feel a sense of accomplishment...
It's time to have dinner. My egg fried rice was placed in the most conspicuous place. After the "authority" dad tasted it, he said: "Yo! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my craftsmanship improve! "Where, where..." Although I said this, my heart was sweeter than eating honey.
Yes! Enjoyment is not only about the results, it is a kind of beauty and a kind of happiness.
No matter what the situation is, no matter how much the results are, as long as we learn to enjoy it, everything will become fun. Isn’t it the same with cooking? 3. Fun in the Kitchen, a 300-word essay
Today, I came home from school and saw my mother resting in bed. It turned out that my mother was sick. I didn’t disturb my mother and went to the kitchen alone to find something to eat. But I rummaged through the cabinets and almost I turned the kitchen upside down and couldn't find anything to eat. Just when my stomach was about to collapse from hunger, God had eyes and my father came back. As soon as my father came in, I urged him to cook quickly. My father said: "You come to be my little helper!" "Okay!" I agreed wholeheartedly. I started cooking. Dad made noodles and noodles. For Dad, it was a piece of cake. Peeling onions and peeling garlic was difficult. When I was peeling garlic, the garlic slices seemed to be deliberately against me. My nails hurt, but I still couldn't peel them cleanly. Peeling onions was even more difficult. The spicy smell of onions made me cry. Dad started cooking. I watched from the sidelines, but this oily idea kept jumping on me regardless of anything. "Ouch!" I screamed because it was so hot. I now understand that cooking is not an easy task. This At that time, I suddenly thought about how great it would be to have a voice-activated kitchen! At night, I had a dream. I dreamed that a high-tech voice-activated kitchen was installed in our home. I was so happy that I immediately ordered the kitchen utensils to cook a delicious meal. As soon as I finished speaking, pots and pans came to me. The chopsticks picked up a piece of mutton chop and fed it to my mouth. Before I could swallow it, the spoon scooped up another spoonful of soup for me to drink. As soon as I finished drinking, the chopsticks were busy picking this and that for me. There were all kinds of delicious dishes. , I enjoyed eating it very much! Just after I had a feast, a sudden burst of piercing sound knocked all my delicious food away. Although I woke up from the dream, my thoughts were still stuck in the dream. I believe that in the near future, this The great project will be completed by me myself! Baidu expert team is happy to answer your questions. If you find it helpful, please give it a positive review. 4. A 600-word essay on the joy of cooking
"Wow, wow, wow."
A crisp sound came from the kitchen. The sound was like the chirping of birds and the gurgling of water.
Scenes of cooking in this wonderful music appeared in my mind again. When I first learned how to cook, I was attracted by its aroma, and I dreamed of making such a delicious dish one day.
At first, my mother asked me to wash vegetables. She asked me to wash the mud under the celery, and then wash the recessed stems. The mud inside the stems looked like a stubborn old man. I spent a lot of time. It took a lot of effort to clean them up. I made a half fist, and my mother told me that this way I wouldn’t cut my fingers. I couldn’t “injure my hands because I was born in a new age.” After I was done, I looked at the green celery on the cutting board and thought of how they tolerated my shovel and wanted to put them away right away.
The best partner of celery is meat. If you want to be delicious, you cannot do without meat. Now take some shredded pork, put it in a clean bowl, add a little salt, a little soy sauce, and stir Make it even for frying later. When it’s time to stir-fry, I clean the pot first, put it on the fire to dry, and pour an appropriate amount of oil into the bottom of the pot. Listening to the sound of “chi, chi, chi” when the oil is hot, I feel nervous and excited. After all, this is my own first attempt.
After the oil was hot, I put the mixed meat into the pot. Suddenly, there was a loud sound, like the sound of a burst water pipe, and a large amount of oily smoke came out of the pot, obediently. I ran into the smoker and flipped the shredded pork back and forth with a spatula. The shredded pork danced obediently in the pot. As soon as the shredded meat changed color, I put the celery in. After flipping it back and forth a few times, the celery and the meat also danced a ballroom dance.
One moment it is like a flying dragon, another moment it is like carefree waves, and another moment it is like a palm swaying in the breeze. Watching them jumping happily, I felt unprecedented joy. I felt like a master. They all followed my instructions carefully.
This feeling of being in command is so wonderful! I sprinkled in half a spoonful of salt, half a spoonful of chicken essence, and some thirteen spices. After flipping it back and forth a few times, I took half a bowl of water and divided it into three parts. After adding some water, I stir-fried it a few times. When the water was very low, I added it again. After doing this three times, the fragrant celery fried meat is ready. Hope it will be adopted.
5. Fun in the Kitchen, a 300-word essay
Today, I came home from school and saw my mother resting in bed. It turned out that my mother was sick. I didn’t disturb my mother and went to the kitchen alone to find something to eat. But I rummaged through the cabinets and almost I turned the kitchen upside down and couldn't find anything to eat. Just when my stomach was about to collapse from hunger, God had eyes and my father came back.
As soon as my father came in, I urged him to hurry up. Go cook. Dad said: "You can be my little helper!" "Okay!" I agreed wholeheartedly.
Let's start cooking. Dad makes noodles. For dad, That's a piece of cake. Peeling onions and garlic is hard for me. When peeling garlic, the garlic slices seem to be deliberately against me. My nails hurt, but the peeling is still not very clean. Peeling onions is even harder. It's spicy. The smell of green onions made me cry. Dad started cooking, and I watched from the sidelines, but the oily ideas kept jumping on me. "Ouch!" It was so hot that I screamed. I am now Only then did I realize that cooking is not an easy task.
At this time, I suddenly thought about how great it would be to have a voice-activated kitchen!
At night, I had a dream. I dreamed that a high-tech voice-activated kitchen was installed in our home. I was so happy that I immediately ordered the kitchen utensils to cook a delicious meal. As soon as I finished speaking, the pots and bowls The ladle came to me. The chopsticks picked up a piece of mutton chop and fed it to my mouth. Before I could swallow it, the spoon scooped up another spoonful of soup for me to drink. As soon as I finished drinking, the chopsticks were busy picking up this piece for me. Then, there are all kinds of delicious food, and I enjoy eating them!
Just after I had a feast, a sudden burst of piercing sound knocked all my delicious food away. Although I woke up from the dream, my thoughts were still stuck in the dream. I believe that in the near future, this great project will be completed by me personally!
The Baidu expert team is happy to answer your questions. If you find it helpful, please give it a positive review. 6. A 500-word essay on the fun of staying at home
Fun is always there in life; fun, you need to savor it carefully; fun is all around you. There is a lot of fun in my home, don’t believe it. You see.
It’s half past seven in the morning. The sun has risen, and my parents have already gotten up. My mother is playing a march of pots and pans in the kitchen, and my father plays the music. One of the reasons is to wake me up. Seeing that I was indifferent, he walked into the room and kicked my ***. I was frightened and woke up. I glared at my father, but my father said, "It's already ten o'clock and I still haven't gotten up." I immediately lost my sleepiness. I got up at an alarming speed. When I looked at the clock, I was fooled. When I was angry, I fell on the sofa again. My father began to "conquer strength with softness". I was so itchy that I fell on the sofa and couldn't get up. There was a rumor at home. Bursts of joyful laughter. It was twelve o'clock at noon. My stomach had already started singing "Empty City Strategy". I rushed to the dining table. My favorite potato, my father took a chopstick and picked out a piece for me. "Is it hot?" ?" I asked carefully. "No, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it." Dad said with a smile. "Don't-" I grabbed Dad and the potato went into my mouth smoothly. "Ah..." It's hot. It killed me, and I hurriedly spit it out. At this time, my father took another piece and blew it in his mouth again and again, and then asked: "Do you still want to eat it?" How could it be hot after blowing for so long? I ate it again without even thinking about it, "What!" I shouted again, and when I saw it, it was ginger. I was so angry. But my parents laughed. At 7:30 in the evening, my mother said, "What's wrong with our family?" Is there a strange smell?" When I heard it, I was very surprised and said, "Yes, I must have smelled it wrong." My mother pointed to my feet and said, "This smells so bad. Go wash your feet." Hearing this, he pulled off his socks and waved them in front of his mother, "Smell it." As a result, my mother sprayed perfume desperately, and my father was sunbathing on the balcony and breathing in the air desperately. What about me? I bent over with laughter. This is my home, my home is full of fun. 7. A 500-word essay on the joy of cooking
As the saying goes, "Home is a warm harbor." How can warmth be without happiness? This winter vacation, I participated in cooking the New Year’s Eve dinner for the first time. In everyone's doubtful eyes. In a flash of lightning, happiness and cooking collided, courage and success met.
When it comes to cooking, every child is frightened and anxious like an ant on a hot pot. As for me, I am not afraid, but move forward bravely. One day I hummed a tune I made up, "It's not all about cooking, add water, add salt, and add that little vegetable." After hearing this, my mother happily said: "Good son, if you have ambition, don't tell me that you don't have vegetables." Isn’t it hard for you? Well, today I will let you make Northeastern chicken stewed with mushrooms. I said: "Okay, it's fun and challenging, let's go." "Chicken, chicken, you are going to be mine, hahaha!" I laughed. It was too late, but soon, I picked up the huge bone-chopping knife and chopped at the chicken. Just hearing a "click", the chick immediately turned into two halves. I used my trick of "cutting the chicken in eighteen cuts" again, and it immediately turned into a dozen juicy Tetris pieces. If you ask: "Where are the mushrooms?" I will casually say: "They are bathing and dancing in the water tank!" I turned around and jumped lightly to the mushroom fairy who was enjoying the bath. I'll let them cool off in my frying pan! As soon as I finished speaking, there was thunder from the sky! I've been punished. As I poured the water, the water hit me unceremoniously.
I thought: "I deserve it. Lao Tzu's thought is that everything has its opposite, and the two opposites can transform each other! Is there any benefit?" Yes, the tiles in our house are as "dirty" as a "pig pen". You can wash it! I just did what I said and attacked the dirty "Wei army" with a heroic rag. "Wei Jun" was still defeated in my hands, and the tiles immediately became as bright as new and crystal clear. Unexpectedly, cooking is so interesting: it exercises both my brain and my fingers. I have benefited a lot! I picked up the golden pressed peanut oil and poured it into the iron pot, and spots of oil suddenly burst out. "How scary!" I thought to myself. But my curiosity overcame my fear. I picked up the chicken and mushrooms and threw them into the pot. For a moment, the steam covered the sky. I can't mess up the situation, I must let them "the world is unified." The water column finally calmed down the battle. This will be easier to handle. "Hi! Hi! Hi! The water immediately turned khaki. If you ask me if I know magic? That's impossible. Otherwise, the dishes would be ready in a blink of an eye. I'll tell you. Don't tell anyone else. I used soy sauce and salt. My red water angel and black little angel fainted speechlessly. The water vapor circulated in the pot, and I forgot about the food in the pot. "I shouted. My mother heard it and rushed over. She is still a veteran! She reversed this unbearable situation with three strokes, five divisions and two divisions. I was speechless. Suddenly, the fragrance filled the sky, and I smelled the big smell. Whet up your appetite.
I brought the dishes to the New Year’s Eve dinner table with great pleasure. Looking at the chicken feet with unique legs and smelling the refreshing fragrance, the whole family applauded me. I couldn’t help but I couldn't help but sing happily: "When cooking, don't lose your mind; when the food is ready, the world will cry; when the food is ready, remember it; don't give in, be creative; when the food is ready, put it on the table; when the food is ready, you will be more happy!" ”
My happy winter vacation starts with delicious chicken feet! 8. Urgent 500-word essay on "wildness" in the kitchen
Did you make a mistake? This was the topic of my high school entrance examination that year , I seem to be good at writing, but I got two points off.
Why did I forget to write it?
Remember this. One day
I heard my grandma say that she was moving from the old house to a new building. Our whole family rushed to help
There was only one China Resources Supermarket in Dongshan, but it was still a strip of small shops. The old street of the store is still this pawn lane with the blue stone road, and it is still this old house with a wooden door that has lost its paint.
"Come on, hey, be careful! ”
“Mom, do you want to take this away?” "
I was surrounded by the voices of my grandparents and my parents, and I was here to play rather than to help.
I walked into the kitchen, and behind the door were a few The long and thick wooden stick reminds me of hiking in the mountains with my grandmother when I was a child, digging wild vegetables, pulling bamboo shoots, and picking wild strawberries. I also think of some small and beautiful mausoleums beside the mountain road and the joy of looking into the distance and overlooking the entire town.
I walked into the bedroom. The light from the high window was not enough to illuminate the room. I remember being disobedient when I took a nap here when I was very young. I remember hiding in this eternal shade with my sister in the hot summer. The playing cards...
"Hurry up, be careful, there is one more thing. ”
“Oh, don’t bring such a little thing!” "
They are still busy, and I continue to search for memories.
Walking into this small yard shared by three families, I still feel like running here and climbing on the laundry table. I won’t come down. The scenery at the door is the same as before. I remember that I like to peel off a little bit of the red paint every time without being discovered.
The gurgling river carries a strange familiarity. It seems that I have walked to a place thousands of times, but it seems to only linger in my dreams.
Walking back to my grandma’s house, I was already doing the finishing work, so I had to sit in the small living room and recall what was on the table behind me. The "chacha" sound of the old radio was accompanied by the stiffness of my grandfather spinning the ball in his hand.
It seemed to be over, because I heard my mother's voice calling me and I went out and sat down. car, and then watched the wooden door slowly close, closing all the memories.
Inadvertently, I can't forget this day. It seems to have become a door, heavy and thick, not allowing me. Open. On the other side of the door is all the future I will face when I am about to go to middle school in Suzhou. 9. A 500-word essay on the joys of foodies in three hours
"Food is the most important thing in life". If you don’t know how to eat, then life will be too boring. If you don’t like to eat, then life will be even more boring. Now with the development of life, many “foodies” have emerged. I am an authentic foodie. , and also studied the realm of our foodies.
The first realm of foodies is called "big mouth eating everywhere", eating everything in the world, eating all over the world. Mountains, rivers and mountains, let all the beauty of the world be in my belly and my heart. This state is not as simple as imagined, because this state relies not only on a big mouth, but also on a big heart.
Therefore, in order to reach this state, we must first have a big enough heart, be mindful of the past and present, be open-minded, be able to endure things that the world cannot bear, and be able to understand the confusion that the world does not understand. This world is my heart, and my heart is the world. , when you reach this level, you can eat as much as you want.
This second realm of foodies is called "those who are brave will starve to death, and those who are not brave will starve to death." It’s very clear that you have to be brave. Eat whatever you have seen, never heard of, never heard of before, eat it when you see it, chew it when you see it, there is nothing you dare not eat, learn from others who were the first to eat crabs, what a spirit! There are many delicacies hidden under ugly appearances, because real delicacies do not need gorgeous appearances to attract people's attention. Fear and cowardice will only miss more. Therefore, dare to use yourself when you have the opportunity and let the opportunities pass by your mouth. To slip away would be more uncomfortable and helpless than being hungry. Regardless of whether it is chewy or disgusting, as long as you can eat it, you dare to chew it with your mouth. If you reach this level, you will not miss any delicious food and you will not have opportunities to pass by you.
This third realm of foodies is called "laughing after a meal". After eating, no matter the delicacies, no matter the delicacies, no matter the brown rice and chaff, if you laugh out loud, you will feel a hundred times more energetic. Smile again when you are over grievances; smile again when failures and setbacks come, so that nothing can affect your appetite and prevent you from preparing for success next time. However, this smile is not a silly smile, let alone a howling laugh, but a cheerful smile, just like finally paying off the debt, taking a long breath and smiling lightly. Be able to think after laughing, and don't make the same mistake again and again. If you can laugh even with a bark root in your mouth, if you can laugh even if you lose your job, if you can laugh in the face of fear and failure, then, from now on, nothing can stop you from succeeding.
The state of a foodie is a manifestation of life. How you eat determines the kind of life you will have. Slowly improving the state of eating means improving the state of your mind, your life, and your soul. The highest state of eating is a mysterious state. Once you reach that level, you have control over your destiny and yourself.