Fan Wen 1 First cooking.
On the day of winter vacation, I had nothing to do, so I just felt at home. Suddenly, it reminded me: alas, other students can cook, but I live like a princess. 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 * * * slowly and gently cut the potato shreds. 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 in the middle 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 everything is careless. 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. * * * shovel up at random, I saw 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 put the food on the table and waited for my mother to come back.
Mom finally came back, and I eagerly welcomed her to the table and dragged her to eat my cooking. My mother praised me and picked up chopsticks to "taste". I looked at my mother with delight. Suddenly my mother's eyebrows frowned, and I froze. I quickly asked, "How come?" Mom then smiled and said, "Delicious, delicious." I seemed a little dubious, so I quickly took out my chopsticks and tried them. "Ah, shredded potatoes are soft and light." I stuck my tongue out in disappointment and looked at my mother shyly. My mother saw it and comforted me and said, "It's okay. It doesn't matter if you don't do it well the first time. The second time will be better than the first time. "
After listening to my mother's words, I understand that there is a second time for the first time, but each time it will make more progress.
First cooking model ii
Every time I see my mother cooking, I think of cooking for the first time and feel ashamed. ...
That day, when I was burying my head in a book, my mother's phone came from the kitchen: "Daughter, help my mother get two eggs out of the refrigerator!" " "I" well ",slightly move the lazy body. Three seconds later, my mother couldn't help it. Wearing an apron, she ran to the living room and opened the refrigerator door, complaining while taking eggs: "Look at yourself, you are almost lazy to become a snake! I know my mouth is open. "I even put down the book. No, I must prove it to you today. Who can only make a living? Ah, you are responsible! The young lady insisted on cooking well. You will see!
"Mom, rest, let me! Look at the little girl who came to the kitchen to play for you today! "
When I turned on the rice cooker, I saw that the rice had been put into the cooker with water. My mother is nosy, so I don't care about her. Plug in the power, I'm going to cook! What to eat today? Thinking in my mind, I immediately thought of the advantages of "scrambled eggs with tomatoes" and "steamed patties", which are simple and easy to make. Just say "steamed meat pie", almost as simple as * * *. Put the chopped pork flat on a plate and steam it in a pot for about 20 minutes. It's not pretty, but it's delicious.
I took out two tomatoes from the refrigerator, washed them, cut them into four parts and put them on the plate. Wash the pan, put the oil first, the oil is hot. Start adding tomato brushes! Well, stir fry with a spatula, and I began to remember how my mother cooked, learning step by step ... "Well, it's a bit like that, you can put eggs!" " "I ran out of the living room, opened the refrigerator door, took out two eggs, and immediately ran back to the kitchen. I saw that the tomatoes in the pot were almost burnt! I quickly turned down the fire and then picked up the spatula ... it was too late, all because I was careless. I didn't talk about small fires before. I watched the tomatoes turn red and black, so I had to put in the eggs and fry them again. Turn off the fire and get it!
I put my work in front of my mother. Usually I find fault with my mother, but today I let her identify my work in turn. I thought I would be taught a lesson, because that tomato ... alas, the hateful mother didn't give me any face and belittled my work. "Look at this tomato. Is it like a tomato? Darkness is unintentional ... "Then, my mother picked up a small piece of meat pie with chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth, nodding her head. "I ... that's more like it!" I was so happy that I quickly grabbed the chopsticks and tasted them. "Oh, my God! Is this okay? It's killing me! " Well, mom is still laughing!
Although I failed in cooking this time, I didn't lose heart. I'm just doing' how can I see a rainbow without wind and rain'. I believe that as long as I have confidence, I can do it next time.
The first cooking model essay 3
I experienced a lot for the first time. With the passage of time, they have long been blurred in my mind, just like the * * * in the sea, and never came back. Only the first time, I still remember it clearly.
March 8 is Women's Day, and the school has a half-day holiday, but neither mom nor dad has a holiday. Go home after dinner and finish your homework at 2: 30. So I began to plan what gift to give my mother on March 8 this year. I once made a small greeting card, which said "Happy Holidays" again, alas! That's tacky. "Why don't you ... cook a meal for your mother this year? I think she must be very happy. I still have two hours and thirty minutes, because this is a surprise, so I have to hurry. I am a rookie, so I choose two simple dishes. " Ha! My menu came out tonight, fried potatoes with shredded carrots and delicious white rice! ""I know it's monotonous, but I'm a rookie! I can't cook other dishes. In fact, what matters is not the food, but my filial piety.
As long as the daughter has a mother in her heart, even if she only says: Happy holidays, her mother will bloom happily. Don't you think? Rice is the simplest. Wash the rice clean, but don't wash it too many times, the vitamin A on the surface will be lost. Put the rice in the pot and add water slightly higher than the rice. Next is cooking, which requires a little skill. I cut onion, ginger and garlic, which made my nose and tears. I peeled potatoes and carrots, shredded them and soaked them in water. Potatoes are obedient, carrots are different, so hard that I cut them for a long time. I am so tired that my back hurts. When I cut carrots, I thought, "Mom cooks for me so hard, but I can't bear to be picky about food." I must get rid of this bad habit.
Just as I was thinking, there was a burst of footsteps downstairs. Oh, my God! Is mom back? No way! Then all my plans will be ruined. I heard her shout, "Pumbaa, mom's home!" " "My name is not pumbaa. Oh, I live downstairs! I have to hurry. Put oil, add onion, ginger, garlic, potatoes, a spoonful of salt and half a spoonful of monosodium glutamate, add water and simmer for a while, then take out the pot. Fried carrots are also the same seasoning. When cooking, as long as there is a loud noise in the pot, I quickly flee outside the kitchen. Why? Oil spots are not long eyes. Food is a small matter, disfigurement is a big thing!
Mom and dad are back. They looked at the steaming food and watched me sweat. I understood at once. We had a pleasant dinner that night.