There are always many firsts in life, and cooking for the first time is my most unforgettable.

It was a day in the fourth grade summer vacation. Because my parents were busy at noon, I solved the lunch problem myself. I decided to cook by myself and try the taste of cooking. There is fresh tofu in the refrigerator. Stir-fry it. Delicious and simple. Get ready first. I took the tofu out of the refrigerator and soaked it in clear water to remove the dirt on the surface. At the same time, I took out the onion, ginger and garlic, washed them, peeled them, cut them into sections, and sliced them. Rinse the soaked tofu twice with clear water and put it in the center of the chopping block. I follow my mother's example, holding a knife in my right hand and tofu in my left. I cut the tofu into pieces vertically, and then cut it into pieces horizontally for later use.

The next frying depends on the real kung fu. I'll light the fire first, turn it down, put a serving spoon, pour soybean oil along the side of the pot, and then turn the fire up a little. My mother once told me that you can't put the dishes in the pot until the oil bubbles are gone. I watched carefully. After a while, the oil bubbles disappeared. I quickly threw the cut tofu into the pot like jiaozi. Who knows that oil and water are immiscible, and wet tofu fights with hot oil as soon as it enters the pot. The spoon suddenly exploded like firecrackers, and the oil star splashed. I was so scared that I just hid back and tried to rush out of the kitchen, but the food was on fire and I couldn't run if I wanted to. At this time, the oil flower is small, and in an instant, the smell of oil smoke makes me cry. Put the seasoning quickly. I used my quick wits to put the onion, ginger and garlic on the chopping board into the pot, adding salt and monosodium glutamate while frying. Hurry up and end the battle until you finish serving. I sat at the table and ate my own fried tofu. Although the color is poor, it tastes good. Eating the fruits of one's own labor makes me feel quite fulfilled. This cooking not only let me know that it is not easy for my parents to cook, but also gave me a chance to exercise. At the same time, it also gave me some enlightenment: everything is difficult at the beginning, but as long as you are willing to pay and practice, even if your grades are not ideal, you will gain a lot. Making the first attempt means that you have taken the first step towards success.

Although I only made a plate of tofu for the first time, I gained a lot.

Cooking for the first time (2)

Everyone's life will have many unforgettable and precious firsts, which will remain in our minds like indelible marks. I also had an interesting experience of cooking for the first time.

This is a quiet Sunday. I just slept in for a week. I stretched lazily, yawned and growled with hunger. My mother wasn't at home and didn't leave me any pocket money. Alas! It seems that I have to cook by myself.

At first, I followed my mother's example, tied on an apron, put the vegetables in a sink, and then washed them with water. Washing vegetables is not a simple matter. It took me a long time to clean them. I carefully picked up a kitchen knife and shredded potatoes, because potatoes were round and kept rolling around on the chopping board. The shredded potatoes were thick and thin, but they were finally shredded. Bean sprouts are much more delicious than potatoes, at least you don't have to cut them, just wash them. The last link-cooking.

I turned on the range hood, turned on the induction cooker, added some oil to the wok, and when the oil was hot, I poured the vegetables into the wok with a spatula in my hand, and fried them gracefully. I am familiar with this, because my mother sometimes asks me to help her cook when she is busy. But when I was frying, a drop of oil splashed on my hand, and it suddenly hurt. I rushed to the bathroom and poured cold water on my hands to relieve the pain. Oh, no! The food was going to burn, so I quickly turned off the induction cooker. Fortunately, shredded potatoes didn't suffer. When I made the second fried bean sprouts, I learned the lesson from the last one. I successfully cooked the bean sprouts and smelled delicious! The meal is ready, and I can cook. At this moment, the door rang. My parents were worried that I would go home early alone and brought me my favorite hamburger. I mysteriously let them into the living room. I let them taste the fruits of the morning. They were full of praise, and the laughter of the whole family echoed in the living room. ...

Through this experience, I learned that seemingly simple things are not easy to do. In the future, we should take everything seriously and do everything wholeheartedly.

Cooking for the first time (3)

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. ( m.taiks.com )

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.