There are many firsts in life, riding a bike for the first time; Doing homework for the first time; Doing housework for the first time; Toddle for the first time; Running for the first time; Won the first prize; The first time I was criticized ... what impressed me most was the first time I cooked.

It was a hot summer noon, my parents were not at home, and there was only one hungry me at home. Well, I'm hungry.

I have no choice but to do it myself. However, there is nothing at home. Hey, there are eggs at home. Let's make scrambled eggs. Yes, let's do it. With my appetite, I want four eggs anyway.

As soon as I set out, I went into the kitchen. Look at my mother's usual appearance, I should beat eggs first. I took four eggs and beat them in a bowl. I didn't expect to be able to do this little thing well. Either beat the eggs into the bowl or beat the eggshells into the bowl. I finally beat four eggs, but I wasted twelve eggs. Well, cooking is really a headache!

Next, I stir the eggs. It's simple. I often help my mother stir them. Stir the eggs and start scrambled eggs. However, how should we fry? Here comes the problem. Hmm? What shall we do? Forget it, just try. I can't think of any other way anyway.

Fire, put peanut oil. Ah, the oil overflowed; Ah, it burned me to death; What should I do? Use the front cover. Put eggs. Oops, oil spilled on my hand. It burned me to death. I threw the pot cover on the floor. The lid of the pot crackled and made a crisp sound. Ah! The egg is burnt, go and find the plate. No, the food is not brushed! Brush one quickly. Ah! It's so slippery that the plates are broken. Wash another one quickly. Turn off the fire! ! ! www.YULU360.com

Hmm! It's all burnt! How to eat? But also wasted a lot of eggs, peanut oil and a broken plate. The kitchen at home became a battlefield just after the war, and it was a mess. Alas! Cooking is really a headache! www.YuLu360.com

Chapter 2: First Cooking

In my memory, there have been many "firsts". The first one is like a footprint step by step, printed on the road of my growth. However, the most unforgettable thing for me is cooking for the first time.

When I was 8 years old, my parents went to work in the summer vacation and didn't come back until the sun went down. My stomach is growling with hunger. I rummaged through my kitchen and found nothing. I was so hungry that I decided to cook by myself, thinking that I could take this opportunity to show myself in front of my parents. Let's do it. I learn from my mother's usual cooking style. First, I add a few spoonfuls of water to the pot, and then I light it. But the fire is not so good to burn, it seems to be against me, but I can't catch it. Finally, it caught fire.

However, the smoke of the fire has made me cry. After a while, the water boiled. I put the washed rice into the pot, but I didn't expect the water in the pot to be full, and it flowed out to put out the fire. I scooped out the water in the pot and started the fire again. I finally caught fire with great effort and took a long breath. After a while, I felt that the rice was almost cooked, so I picked up the spoon and put it up. If you accidentally touch the edge of the pot, let go quickly. The rice spilled all over the floor and I scooped another spoonful. I've been cooking for more than half an hour and it's all steamed. I sat on the ground sighing, waiting to be criticized by my parents.

When mom and dad came back from work, they saw me laughing like a black-faced Guan Gong. I tried my best to hold back the tears of injustice, but I still shed them reluctantly. When they knew what had happened, my father dried my tears. Kindly stroked my head and said, "son, the first time is the experience, not the result." If you do it, it means that you dare to try. Today's failure may become tomorrow's success. Never mind, let's do it again. "Dad's encouragement filled me with confidence again. Under the guidance of our parents, we finally cooked a delicious meal. Eating sweet and delicious food, I feel that I am enjoying the fruits of my labor, and I have a strange feeling in my heart.

Now, I not only learned to cook, but also learned to cook delicious dishes. Braised snapper is my unique skill. However, I will always remember my first cooking experience and what my father said to me, which inspired me from success to success.

Chapter 3: First Cooking

Everyone has had the first experience, and the most unforgettable one should be that one.

Last summer vacation, I stayed at my grandmother's house. It was almost noon 12. When my stomach was growling, I found everyone asleep. My family has the habit of taking a nap, but I can't bear to wake them all up. So at this time, I suddenly came up with a good idea: cooking by myself.

However, there is still a question before me: what should I do? I thought about it, well, let's make the simplest egg fight!

First of all, get all the raw materials ready and start working! Dice the ham sausage and put it on a small plate; Then soak the green beans in a small bowl: fried rice (fortunately, my mother taught me a few tricks, otherwise I can only eat "ham and sausage mixed with cold rice" today). All right, get to the point. By this time, I had put the oil into the pot and heated it, making a "crackling" sound. Thought: it's time to put the eggs and intestines in! So I mashed the eggs and put them in the pot with ham and sausage. This is a terrible release. All the spilled oil stars fell on my arm, and a terrible pain immediately flowed all over my body. I let out a real cry, but I held back. Rinse with water and you can continue working. Look into the pot again, wow! The bottom of the pot was a little burnt, so I quickly shoveled it out with a shovel. Then put the rice in. I shoveled for a while and thought, Great! So I took a bite. Honey, come on, I haven't added salt yet! So he quickly added salt.

Happy ... finally finished!

Although I was tired and hurt, I finally had my first meal. Although it is not very delicious, I believe that with this experience, I will do better next time!

Article 4: I cook for the first time.

I am a senior three now, and there is still one semester before the college entrance examination, so I have become the key protection object at home.

I rush to make my nutritious breakfast every morning.

Really go to work. At noon 1 1 half past ten, hurry back and make me a nutritious lunch. The word "in a hurry" can be used to describe.

During this time, my father was not at home and went on a business trip. Don't even come back for the Spring Festival. It's just me and my mother at home.

Thinking about the Chinese New Year, my family is very busy, either entertaining relatives here or there, and some distant relatives who don't know where they are will stay here for a while. I don't know how my mother got here. I always wanted to help my mother, but my mother refused again and again.

After 1 1 half past one, before my mother came to cook, I secretly wanted to cook a meal myself and surprise my mother. So I went to the kitchen and scanned everywhere. In my mind, I recalled some scenes and steps of this mother's cooking at ordinary times and did it slowly. At the climax of cooking, my mother came back and said with surprise, "Baby, what are you doing?" I replied, "Mom, I'll cook you a meal today and show you your daughter's cooking. Before I finished, my mother let me go with my shovel. Then he said, "Baby, this is not what you are doing now. Look at the mess on the table. "I looked at the oil on the table, and the leaves were everywhere. To make matters worse, salt and monosodium glutamate are mixed together, and I can't tell whether it is salt or monosodium glutamate. I can't help laughing. My mother went on to say, "You, not yet. When you get into college and become independent, my mother won't cook for you. You have to learn how to cook and how to make good food, understand? "

At that time, I understood my mother's good intentions and that my mother's life was for the children.

Mom, I love you.

Chapter 5: First Cooking

I have many unforgettable memories, but the most unforgettable one is my first cooking.

Mom and dad were on a business trip that day, and I was playing at home alone. It was almost evening, and I got a call from my father, saying that he and his mother had something to do outside and would come back later to cook for me, asking if I could "fix it" myself. Hey! Just what I want, I can show my talent! I answered him: I can do it!

I immediately rushed into the kitchen and saw eggs, vegetables and some bacteria in the refrigerator, and some leftovers on the table. I had a brainwave and ate fried rice with eggs! I picked up the leftovers, poured them into the heating pot, and beat two eggs in. In retrospect, my mother always put a little arowana peanut oil in everything. I didn't know how much oil to put, so I poured a spoonful into it. I didn't expect the oil in the pot to make a "crackling" sound, which scared me to quickly pick up the lid and cover it. I thought to myself, "Wow, did you put too much oil and the iron pan caught fire?" After a while, when the "crackling" stopped, I picked up the rice in my left hand and the lid in my right hand, and quickly poured it in. After waiting for a while, the meal was hot, and I beat two more eggs. After a while, the rice turned from white to yellow, and it also gave off an attractive fragrance. I checked the refrigerator again and found sesame oil and rice essence. With these two seasonings, the taste of rice is stronger. I thought, "Mom and Dad will praise me when they come back! Maybe I will be allowed to play computer games! "

Mom and dad came back, saw my cooking, smiled happily, and did not forget to praise me: "Haha! My son can cook, and it tastes good! Keep working hard! " My heart is full of sweetness.

It is late at night. I was lying in bed thinking about cooking today. I am very happy. Not because I was praised, but because I learned to help my parents share the pressure. I secretly worked hard in my heart: I will take the initiative to share it with my parents in the future and be a man.

Chapter 6: First Cooking

You must have experienced many firsts in your life! Of course, I am no exception. I have experienced many firsts, such as the first exam, the first prize, the first time surfing the Internet, the first time writing ... However, what impressed me most was the first time cooking. Whenever I think of it, I just keep smiling.

It was a clear weekend in Wan Li, and my mother ordered me to "be a little chef", so I decided to give it a try. I opened the refrigerator, which contained ribs, eggs and potatoes ... Speaking of which, my sister said, "Let me help you!" " "Under the guidance of my sister, I learned to pour three cups of rice before washing. Then scoop water, and the water turns white slowly. My sister said, "Taomi. "I wiped it carefully, wiped it for the first time, and then wiped it for the second time. After washing the rice, pour out the water, and then put the rice in the rice cooker, which has a ruler. " How many cups of rice do you pour and put the corresponding amount of water? "My sister said.

This is, I don't think I can just eat. My eyes rolled. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. I said to my sister, "Sister, let's stir-fry a bowl of vegetables!" " ""What was that fried? " "Yes, just fry tomatoes and eggs!" "all right! "I told my sister to do it.

My sister helped me make four eggs and two tomatoes. I beat the eggs in a bowl like my mother, and then I was in trouble: I didn't know how much salt to put. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother usually only puts a little salt in scrambled eggs. I put a little as usual, stirred it and put it aside. I poured the oil into the pot, and before long, I heard the sound of "zi zi". So the oil is hot. I quickly poured the eggs into the pot, kept turning them over, broke them into pieces and poured them into the plate. At this time, I am relieved. When I went back to get the tomatoes, I found that the tomatoes were not cut yet. I quickly picked up a knife and cut them. First I cut it on the chopping board, but I got a tomato juice on the chopping board. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother usually cuts it by hand, and I cut it carefully into the bowl as usual. After a while, I cut the tomatoes. I turned on the fire, and when the water in the pot dried up, I put a little oil in it. As soon as the oil smoked, I quickly poured the tomatoes into the pot, turned them over for a while, and then put the eggs back into the pot, adding Nande seasoning and monosodium glutamate. After stirring, I poured them into a plate, and a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes was ready.

I'll call my mother and see the fruits of my work with my sister. My mother got up and saw the food on the table. She was surprised and asked, "Who made this?" "I succeeded!" I'm proud to say. "Really? My child has grown up and can cook! " I was flattered by my mother's praise.

After this incident, I learned that I should observe carefully everywhere, pay attention everywhere and learn more knowledge in my future study and life.

Chapter 7: First Cooking

There are many firsts in life, such as the first time I gave my mother a bus card and the first time I paid the electricity bill in the power supply bureau ... but what I remember most is the first time I cooked.

During the summer vacation, my cousin's family came to my house to play. My cousin and I cried all day, saying that the food was not delicious, and we always found fault with the eggs. One morning, my mother suddenly announced that my cousin and I were cooking at noon. We suddenly became stupid because we had never cooked. But my cousin and I still stubbornly agreed. I quickly found a cookbook. In dozens of cookbooks, we chose scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which is easy to make and everyone likes to eat.

At noon, mother urged us to cook quickly. Ok, let's get started. I will wash the pre-soaked rice and pour it into the rice cooker. I just added boiling water with the same volume as rice as my mother said, then plugged it in and pressed the cooking button, and the rice stopped moving. Then I turned to the page of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, took out three eggs from the refrigerator, and took out a glass bowl to pound eggs.

First, I should break the egg. I bumped the egg against the edge of the bowl. Great, the egg is open. I pulled the shell in half to both sides and the egg liquid flowed into the bowl. After all three eggs are broken, I'm going to start eating eggs. In order to cook quickly, I asked my cousin to cut tomatoes quickly. It's not a big problem to cut tomatoes and get eggs, but the difficult part is behind. Time to cook. We lit a fire. I lifted the oil bottle and poured the oil into the pot. That's great. The oil in the pot keeps splashing out. I forgot my mother's warning not to pour oil until the water in the pot is dry. I quickly poured the poured egg liquid into the pot. I saw that the liquid egg liquid gradually turned into a ball from four weeks to the middle. I don't know whether I care about the surface of the eggs or I am scared by the noise of the oil pan. We actually forgot to turn the eggs over. As a result, the eggs on the surface hardened, but the side that stuck to the bottom of the pot was completely burnt into coke. The pot is particularly difficult to wash, and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes has become "fried tomatoes".

It took us a lot of effort to cook a dish, but it was too difficult to cook, and we dare not be picky about food any more.

Chapter 8: My first cooking.

My mother used to cook all the meals at home. As long as my father and I sit at the table, there will be delicious food on the table. However, yesterday was different. Yesterday's lunch was cooked by my first "little chef". To cook, of course, to buy food, to do everything!

At nine o'clock in the morning, my father took me to the main entrance of the vegetable market on a motorcycle and gave me 20 yuan to go in and buy food alone. At first, I was so scared that I hugged my mother tightly. My mother held my hand and encouraged me to say, "Luda, you can do it." My mother supports you. " After listening to my mother's words, I let go of her hand, grabbed the money in my hand and walked into the market. There are so many people in the market! A busy scene. Shouting and bargaining make people's heads swell. I can't stand it. I quickly bought the food I had planned to cook and ran out of the market.

At eleven o'clock noon, I started cooking. Cooking for the first time is not easy! When washing rice, the clothes are wet, and when cutting vegetables, they are thicker and thinner, heavier and lighter. Listening to the sound of chopping vegetables, I really want to put down the kitchen knife and quit!

Start cooking. The first course is shredded potato. I called my mother and stood by as a "consultant". She taught me to fire first, so I pressed the switch and turned to the left as she said. Before the fire was lit, the liquefied steam bubbled, which scared me and I didn't know what to do. Mom said, "Hi! Turn it off! Turn it off! Press it hard, that's right ... "I press it hard, then twist it to the left, pa, poof-"it's on fire. After a while, the pot smoked, and the "consultant" told me to pour the oil quickly. I clumsily opened the lid of the oil pot and fell down. Oil gurgled into the pot, and my mother repeatedly shouted, "All right, all right, stop, stop ..." But I was still pouring, alas, there was too much oil. I helplessly looked at the oil in the pot and sighed and said, "alas, if you pour too much, you will pour too much!" "Whatever!" Oil makes a loud noise when it burns. I threw shredded potatoes and chilies into the pot, and with a bang, the chilies and shredded potatoes were just washed and stained with water. No sooner had the oil come out of the pan than it splashed on my face and exploded. I screamed "ouch! Oh! " I can't wait to bury my head in my neck. Mom saw it and said, "Stay away from the pot and don't lower your head too low." I did as my mother said, much better. Stir-fried a few times, I added a little salt and monosodium glutamate, no matter how much or how little, and put the dish on the plate.

In this way, I fried three dishes altogether. Three dishes, one is a little salty and the other is a little weak, but mom and dad say it's delicious. I thought: they are encouraging me, after all, this is the first time!