The following content comes from my own experience. I hope you will be satisfied with my answer, and I hope you will like it. Thank you!

1. Although I haven't cooked, it's quite easy to cook in a rice cooker, and I often help my mother to wash rice. But this time, I suddenly froze. I looked at a big bucket of rice and this rice cooker, trying to remember how much rice my mother told me to put, and then divided by the number of people, it should be the amount of one person, so I scooped two cups with a cup, and the water was correspondingly reduced, and then I happily put it.

2. When I opened the refrigerator, I saw some vegetables and meat. As for the novice, I didn't start with meat. I took a good look at tomatoes and eggs. These two things looked clean and particularly easy to handle. The most important thing is that scrambled eggs with tomatoes are a dish that almost everyone knows, so I started to wash tomatoes, beat eggs with a bowl, and took off the chopping board to cut tomatoes, because the knife method was not good. As a result, the tomatoes I cut were ugly, but they were finally cut. Next, I put in oil and fried eggs. Needless to guess, the eggs were all burnt a lot. I quickly poured the tomatoes in, fried them for a while, and then poured salt to prepare the pot, but I accidentally poured too much salt. Now I think it should be three or four times the normal amount. I thought it would be a little more, so I thought I would eat it, and this plate was super salty.

3. I started to taste the rice cooker, but it was still rice and water. God, I forgot to press the switch, which was secondary. I picked up a piece of tomato with chopsticks, just put it in my mouth for a second and spit it out. I quickly went to find water to rinse my mouth and brushed my teeth twice. As for asking me what the taste was, I gasped now, not a little.

The above is my first cooking experience. I may not be able to completely reproduce the scene at that time, but it's almost the same. I hope the personal experience I shared can help you and everyone.

Finally, I wish everyone a good mood every day. Thank you!

the first time I secretly cooked, it was in the third grade of primary school. It was a rainy day in autumn, and the rain was not particularly heavy. My parents were busy with farm work in the fields, and I was alone at home.

autumn in mountainous areas is misty and foggy. Standing in front of my house and looking at the farmland, I saw my parents wearing hats and hemp fiber, bent over and busy. In an instant, I had a whim and wanted to contract the lunch for the whole family and give my parents a big surprise.

as I mentioned earlier, although my mother is a well-known cook, my parents have high expectations for my studies, so they always forbid me to go into the kitchen, and even don't give me a chance to watch when my mother is cooking (at that time, they were always proud of their own practices). What can I cook? At that time, our family used a firewood stove to cook, and we had to burn our own fire and cook ourselves. Cooking is definitely not possible! Rice can't be cooked (there was no rice cooker at that time, but rice was steamed in a large iron pot)! Only the following article is left.

people's skills in some aspects are really innate. For example, cutting vegetables, in the case of never practicing, the first time I cut a cucumber, I can press the cucumber with one hand and operate the knife with the other hand, and at a very fast speed, I cut out extremely thin slices. The same is true of a firewood stove. The first time I burned it, I knew that I had to clean up the plant ash in the stove chamber first, and then use cypress branches to start a fire. After it was lit, I put thick branches on the rack. How to build it is very particular. It is necessary to build it high and keep the air circulating before the fire can really ignite (haha, you are born with your own skills)

Here comes the problem, I don't know how much water to add to the pot. All the woks used in the countryside are oversized. I have never watched my parents cook, so I have to guess for myself. ◆ Naturally, I don't know when the next strip is cooked. Although I seem to have heard that I have to wait for the water to boil, I don't know what state of water is boiled. Then I will be fooled. When I see the steam rising from the gap of the big wooden pot cover, I will open the pot cover and the water in the pot will bubble in haste, so I will bring noodles and prepare to cook. The more serious question is coming. How many noodles do you have to eat? Eating goods, in line with the principle of better than less, I guess I got a big bundle. I went to check it in less than two minutes. I went. The noodles sucked up all the water in the pot and were about to paste it. Add cold water to the pot quickly, and add it again. When the water boils, there is not enough water. Add again; Add again; Add more ... After adding cold water several times, I originally wanted to make three bowls of noodles, but it turned into a large pot full of them, which is estimated that ten people can't finish. The key point is that the noodles have been soaked in cold water several times, and they have become a big pot of noodles ...

When my mother came back, she was shocked to see the pot of noodles. She firmly and arbitrarily concluded that I must have made a good fire, and immediately got off after adding water to the pot. I went to tell my father, my aunt and my neighbors (at that time, in her opinion, children can't cook, but as long as they study well, it is an honor, which shows that they are very dedicated and competent as parents). Everyone believed what my mother said, and then my first experience of making noodles was regarded as a teaching material and misunderstood by everyone for many years.

many years later, when I think back to what happened at that time, my conclusion is: I must have waited for the water to boil before posting; However, for the first time, I only added one bowl of water to the pot, but I put ten bowls of noodles!

Postscript: Although through my own efforts, I have taught myself how to cook. But as a mother, my daughter has been training her to cook since the first grade. It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish. < P > After graduating from junior high school in 22, I went to Zhengzhou to help him manage his business in a restaurant run by my cousin. When the guests came, I helped them to serve tea, rice, dishes and clean up! At noon one day, my cousin told me to cook whatever I wanted, so my first cooking experience came!

Cousin Hotel operates Huimian Noodles, which has fried rice, fried noodles and fried powder. I want to make fried rice simple, and I like to eat it. First, I fired oil, and then I beat two eggs with a little greed. (In 22, eggs were also expensive, and I accidentally saw my wife's contemptuous eyes when I took the eggs [shy].) Stir the eggs well and then put the vegetables. The fire is a little big, so hurry. How come it doesn't taste at all? I forgot to put salt in it when I thought about it! But I was afraid that my wife would dislike me, so I ate the insipid fried rice abruptly!

hey! This is my first cooking experience! A little funny!

Welcome everyone to share their interesting cooking experiences!

What funny things happened when the subject cooked for the first time?

I can't help thinking about the horrible and funny thing when I started cooking by myself after I got married. It's so sad and funny to think about it now!

My husband and I were college classmates and got married after graduation. I was always a student before I got married, and my parents and brother at home took good care of me. Although I can't say that I don't touch my fingers, I never let me touch cutting vegetables and cooking. Washing dishes and cleaning tables is my job. So it's really a headache when I suddenly have to face daily necessities, soy sauce, vinegar and tea! The most common mistake is to put salt repeatedly, which is salty to death. Then the pot is burnt, and then the food is not cooked. These are all minor problems. Here comes the funny part. Summer came, I lost my appetite, and then I said I would eat cold pumpkin vines today, and then my father said, alas (two sounds), OK! This dish should be good. As a result, I can't talk at all! Pumpkin vines are used for frying! Another child's father made it, which made me laugh like a goose! One day, I went to the county to deliver the goods and asked my father to cook first. As a result, I went home and saw that the rice and water were directly put in the rice cooker, and the ceramic container was used to put the leftovers on the dishwasher ... Thank God he didn't press the power! There is another one, glutinous rice balls. The glutinous rice was directly used to wrap the meat foam without soaking it first, and the result was very strong. The glutinous rice was not cooked, and the meat was smashed ... < P > Anyway, there are still many, a handful of bitter tears! Later, every time I wanted to cook new dishes, I went to Baidu to search for practices and watch videos. Now I can finally get a sentence from the children. My mother's cooking is the best, and I am so happy! Although the father of the child is also learning, the level is not as good as my cooking. Sneaking ...

Let's have a wave of home cooking at last!

when I first cooked, it was funny to think about it now, but for myself at that time, it was simply too bad!

when I was about eleven years old?

that summer vacation, I was at home. Towards noon, I ran home like a gust of wind after playing crazy all morning, yelling at my mother that I was hungry.

As a result, it's a coincidence that unfortunately, my mother didn't have time to cook for me at home, and that aunt was still sitting there chatting and talking and saying nothing. The one next to me is hungry, and that one is angry!

ok! You don't care about me, I do it myself and watch you cook every day, hum! What's so hard? I'll fry an egg for myself first!

So, I touched a bowl in the cupboard, found two eggs, knocked them in the bowl and stirred them evenly.

plug in the electricity and pour oil into a small black electric wok, which was my kitchen expert at that time!

then. . . . Oil splashed everywhere! ! ! Blow me up and scream again and again! ! !

There is water in the pot! And I don't understand, just pour the oil!

oh, my god, it's called a lively place, splashing everywhere, on the wall, underground and on the table. . .

My mother heard them coming. My mother decisively pulled out the power supply, covered the pot, and then. . . They laughed their heads off!

glad to answer your question! This question reminds me of the first time I cooked when I was a child.

When I was six or seven years old, my parents went to my grandmother's house one day, but I didn't know it was raining heavily that afternoon. At that time, the countryside was full of muddy roads and there were no means of transportation. Most of them walked on their legs. People with better conditions would have a bicycle, and my grandmother's house was nearly 2 miles away from my house. Looking at the pouring rain outside, I guess my parents won't come back today.

Seeing that it was getting late, we had to get something to eat. I remembered that my mother would pack jiaozi in rainy days, so I went to the leek field in the rain and cut a handful of leeks. I came back to wash and cut, and I don't know if I cleaned it. I remember the way my mother mixed stuffing, putting oil and salt. I put a little oil, and I grabbed a handful of salt from the salt jar and mixed it into the leek. At that time, salt was all big seed salt. Then I dug out a bowl of flour from my noodle pocket, added water, and even stirred it to make dough. I found a rolling pin to roll the dumpling skin, which was not called dumpling skin, but called steamed stuffed bun, and then I wrapped it in jiaozi and went to jiaozi. I remember that when I cook good food at home, I will always give my grandparents a bowl. This jiaozi is also a delicious food. Hurry and send it to my grandmother first, so I will send the first bowl to my grandmother immediately. When I enter the door, I will happily say, "Grandma, I will give you a taste of the bowl of jiaozi." My grandmother didn't know my mother was visiting relatives that day. Then I went home to eat jiaozi with my younger brother. When I ate it, I felt salty and leeks were spicy. Now I know that there was too much salt, and jiaozi was not ripe. Just like that, jiaozi, my brother and sister actually ate it up.

When Mom and Dad came back the next day, at lunch, Mom said, "Your grandmother said that she took a bite of jiaozi from Nida and took a big bite of salt particles.". At that time, there was no electricity in the countryside, and it was hard to light foreign oil lamps until it was dark. It is estimated that jiaozi, who grandma thought was wrapped by her mother, tasted it in the dark. In fact, my mother would crush the salt with a rolling pin before putting it. At that time, I was a child and didn't pay attention to these details. I really admire my brother and I for eating all the half-baked and dying jiaozi. Of course, I may have packed a dozen.

this is my first time cooking. The big salt particle is fresh in my memory. Ha ha.

the first time I cooked, I didn't have anything particularly funny, that is, I always did strange cooking experiments. Then I ate by myself, then I cooked at home, cooked or used pancakes, and then no one at home ate my dark dishes, so I ate by myself, and I gave them to my dog when I couldn't finish eating them. At first, my dog gave me a few mouthfuls to save face, and after a long time, my dog didn't even look at it, let alone eat it.

Another time, I was curious about the taste of salt and sugar together. At first, I ate a mixture of salt and sugar, which was sweet and salty. This taste will never be forgotten and can't be described. Then I also made a dish with salt and sugar, salt and sugar cold cucumber, which is to pickle and stir the cucumber directly with salt and sugar, without adding vinegar or the like, and it is also very unpalatable. What I saw was that the little sister cooked, and then he cooked the eggs into black discus-like things, knocked on the sky with the discus eggs, and made a tinkling sound, so he could carry them in his pocket as a weapon to defend the bad guys.

There are celebrities cooking. The funniest one is Yang Jiang. Yang Jiang was a big lady before. Before she married Qian Zhongshu, she didn't touch her fingers. Then cook shrimp at a time. Then, because Yang Jiang cooked for the first time, she directly put the live shrimps into the oil pan, and the shrimps in the oil pan jumped from the pan and jumped all over the floor. So, Yang Jiang asked Qian Zhongshu for help, saying that these shrimps were jumping around in the oil pan, and they were very painful. So, Qian Zhongshu said, if you cook it, they won't hurt.

Because my family was poor and my parents were earning money outside, I took on housework at the age of twelve. The first time I cooked, my meal was burnt and raw. I was afraid that my parents would be scolded when they came back, but my parents still ate happily and said I was capable. I finished the meal with tears in my eyes, but my heart was still warm! Up to now, I am still unforgettable, and I have the strongest parental affection!

There is sugar in the cooked noodles, and the customer will have another bowl after eating.

There are many interesting things about my own cooking, but my sister was speechless when she cooked for the first time. Once, she was alone at home. She wanted to eat fried eggs, boil oil in the pan and beat an egg. Do you think these steps are quite normal so far? The point is, after she beat the egg, she stood by the pot and waited, but she didn't turn over. I was in the third grade at that time, and it happened to be Saturday that I had to make up lessons and class was over. It's all burnt. Turn off the fire! I went to see that it was frying eggs and asked her why she didn't turn over. She was surprised to say that she was going to turn over? No wonder I've been waiting for it, but I'm not familiar with it ...

After my sister, let's talk about two stupid things I did, haha.

After work, I rent a house on the second floor, one bedroom and one living room, but there is no kitchen. I like to cook my own food very much, but the cooking fumes in the living room are not good, so I fry things on the windowsill. (I have a picture, which is a windowsill like this, so everyone can make up for it.) That day at the vegetable market.