It stands to reason that I am a very happy child, because I have something to eat as soon as I get up, but I am not satisfied. Every time my mother brings me breakfast, I look at it instead of saying, "Oh, I don't want to eat this."
Or "tired of eating." Every time I whisper for a while, I bite the bullet and eat.
Yesterday, my mother finally couldn't help it. She shouted loudly, "Since you don't want to eat, get up early tomorrow, buy it yourself and eat whatever you want!" I thought my mother was angry at first, but this morning my mother actually kept her word and gave me 5 yuan to go to school by herself. "My God!" I thought to myself, "How can this work!" But I knew from my mother's irresistible tone that she was serious this time, but it was too cheap for her to lose like this, so I replied in a confident tone: "I know!" " He put on his shoes, put on his schoolbag and flew out.
When I arrived at the breakfast stall, I looked around, steamed buns, steamed buns, alas! I don't like them! After a long time, I had to go to the store where I bought the sauce-flavored cakes, and I really realized why my mother got up so hard to make breakfast for me. This is my mother's love for me! Not only does she have to get up early, she also has to watch what I like to eat before cooking for me. If she doesn't care about me, she can throw me a few dollars and then leave me alone, but … but she didn't! ..... After school, I went home and came to my mother. "Thank you, Mom. Will you make me breakfast later? " Mom smiled and nodded in agreement, and I smiled.
At that moment, I deeply realized how much love was wrapped in my mother's breakfast.
2. Tell me about the 600-word composition for making breakfast for the first time! An egg is steamed and a cup of sweet milk is warm; There is delicious white rice porridge, sticky and mushy, which looks crystal clear; And white fungus boiled red dates. I suddenly froze and didn't know what to eat. Because I usually go to school, I always eat a little in the morning and eat whatever I have. I think I will have a big lunch today.
Just then, my mother came over and said, "From a nutritional point of view, three meals a day are in the morning, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Especially for students in the growing period, a well-matched and nutritious breakfast is an important guarantee for efficient study in the morning. Eating the most nutritious food in the morning, especially foods with more vitamins and foods with more protein, can improve people's immunity. You can't let the virus invade. "
After hearing what my mother said, I think I'd better eat eggs and drink a cup of sweet milk first! After a while, after eating, I ate a bowl of white fungus boiled red dates. Today's breakfast is really different from usual. Eat more nutritious breakfast in the future to make your body grow healthily.
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3. Making a 400-word composition for breakfast for the first time Speaking of my first cooking, I have to start when I was seven years old.
Mom and dad went to work, and I finished my homework at home, and my stomach was already growling with hunger. What shall we do? Is there any food in the kitchen? Who knows, God has a hard time with me, not at all.
Looking for the kitchen, fortunately, there are some garlic seedlings. So, I learned the way my mother cooked, washed the garlic seedlings and threw away the rotten ones.
Cut everything when you're done. But when I cut garlic sprouts, I cut my hand clumsily.
At that time, the blood came out, all on another garlic sprout. I panicked and then remembered to get dressed.
After the dressing change, I endured the pain and washed the garlic seedlings again. Then, I washed the pot, put it on the stove and poured oil into it.
After a while, the oil was hot, so I put the garlic sprouts in. But accidentally, the oil spilled on the wound.
Hot oil dripped on the wound through the toilet paper. It hurts! Now I remember.
I sat on the ground and cried. I cried for a while and smelled a burning smell.
Follow the smell of paste, at first glance, alas! It's burnt It's burnt I'm sad ... my mother came back to see my cooking and laughed, and my face turned red in an instant. However, I feel that this dish is still delicious and happy.
Because I learned to cook, this is the fruit of my labor, it is sweet. Through this incident, I realized the hard work of my parents in cooking, and secretly made up my mind: I must help my parents do something within my power in the future and repay my parents with excellent results.
Make your own breakfast composition 500 words Make your own breakfast On Sunday, my mother went to the "fun sports meeting" held by the unit early in the morning, and my father was still sleeping in. I decided to make my own breakfast.
After washing, I began to do it. I'll squeeze chocolate sauce on the bread first. This step is smooth, but the next step is not simple. Heating milk in the microwave oven, I played for 30 seconds first, for fear that the annoying "buzzing" sound would reach the room and be heard by my father.
Time is up. I have tasted it. Bah, why is it cold? I heated the milk again 1 min, but it was too hot to drink. Anyway, breakfast is finally ready.
Through this, I know that I have to believe in myself in everything I do, and I can't give up if I'm afraid. I don't usually pay attention to these things. I ate bread with chocolate sauce and drank hot milk. I never wanted to thank my mother.
Today is "March 8" Women's Day. I want to wish all the mothers in the world a happy day and a safe life. Make your own breakfast. It's a Sunday morning. I wash my face and brush my teeth to prepare breakfast as usual.
I found a note on the table that said, "Ma Chao, mom has something to do. Make your own breakfast. " I brought an egg and milk. I started frying poached eggs. First, I poured some oil into the pot, then I broke the eggs and put them in the pot for frying. Then I heated the milk and breakfast was ready. Although it's not as delicious as my mother's, it's made by myself and tastes delicious.
Make your own breakfast. On Sunday morning, I got up early. At this moment, my stomach growled and I sang a symphony.
But my father is still sleeping. I don't want to disturb my father who is dreaming.
"Decided" to help yourself "have plenty of food and clothing" and fry a poached egg to express condolences to your stomach. I opened the refrigerator, took an egg to the kitchen, took out a stainless steel bowl from the cupboard, imitated my mother's movements, picked up the egg and patted it on the edge of the bowl.
But I was too weak to break the egg several times, so I tapped it a few times. As a result, I pushed too hard and the eggshell broke all at once. Egg yolk and egg white mixed together, half fell on the table and half spilled on the ground.
I quickly wiped the table with a rag, so I had no choice but to take another egg. I learned a lesson from last time. This time, I beat the eggs carefully, and the round egg baby lay quietly in the bowl.
I'm going to fry eggs! I poured some oil into the pot first, but I accidentally poured too much. No way, after the oil burned, I had to bite the bullet and slowly pour the beaten eggs into the pot. After a while, the eggs are basically formed, and a little salt is added.
I picked up a shovel and couldn't wait to shovel it into the pot. I shovel in the east and shovel in the west ... I am very satisfied with this. I didn't expect the egg to splash such high oil with a bang, so I dodged in fear, and the oil star was still splashed on my clothes. Unexpectedly, frying eggs is still a dangerous job.
I gritted my teeth and continued to scramble eggs. I want to fry the eggs quickly, so I turned the fire to the maximum. The fire suddenly came up, and the eggs crackled in the oil pan, which scared me to turn down the fire quickly.
But it's too late. Surrounded by the raging fire, the eggs were burnt like black charcoal. But I still don't give up, shovel the fried eggs on the plate and serve them.
Dad just got up at this time, so he was lucky to be my first taster. I saw my father pick up chopsticks, aim at the egg like "black charcoal", gently put a chopstick in it, and send it into his mouth at a slow speed.
Poor dad's expression is like a character in an anime, staring at his eyes for a while and frowning for a while. When he swallowed a small piece of egg, his face was covered with sweat.
He said to me in distress situation: "You can be a gourmet in the future, specializing in making unforgettable meals!" " . Although cooking breakfast failed this time, it left a deep impression on me, which made me understand the hard work of my mother cooking for us and realized the fun of cooking.
I've learned that if you don't have personal experience in doing anything, you won't know the hardships. I want to refuel and learn from my mother to cook my father's favorite meal! Make your own breakfast. It's a Sunday morning. I wash my face and brush my teeth to prepare breakfast as usual.
I found a note on the table that said, "Ma Chao, mom has something to do. Make your own breakfast. " I brought an egg and milk. I started frying poached eggs. First, I poured some oil into the pot, then I broke the eggs and put them in the pot for frying. Then I heated the milk and breakfast was ready. Although it's not as delicious as my mother's, it's made by myself and tastes delicious.
Make your own breakfast on Sunday, my mother went to the "fun sports meeting" held by the unit early in the morning, and my father was still sleeping in. I decided to make my own breakfast. After washing, I began to do it.
I'll squeeze chocolate sauce on the bread first. This step is smooth, but the next step is not simple. Heating milk in the microwave oven, I played for 30 seconds first, for fear that the annoying "buzzing" sound would reach the room and be heard by my father. Time is up. I have tasted it. Bah, why is it cold? I heated the milk again 1 min, but it was too hot to drink.
Anyway, breakfast is finally ready. Through this, I know that I have to believe in myself in everything I do, and I can't give up if I'm afraid.
I don't usually pay attention to these things. I ate bread with chocolate sauce and drank hot milk. I never wanted to thank my mother. Today is "March 8" Women's Day. I want to wish all the mothers in the world a happy day and a safe life.
Make your own breakfast a few days after the Spring Festival, the weather is still as cold as winter. My mother and I hid in the quilt and didn't want to get up.
But my stomach is growling with hunger So I decided to get up and make my own breakfast.
I got dressed and got up at once. When I came to the kitchen, I saw that there was only one bag of dried noodles left in the kitchen, so I made dried noodle soup. Under the guidance of my mother, * * * opened.
I'll put the water in the pot first, and then put the dried noodles in one by one when the water boils. Blanch with boiling water for about four or five minutes, and then put the noodles into a big bowl with chopsticks.
Then, I pour the water out of the pot, pour a pot of clear water, wait until the water boils again, then put the dried noodles in, cook for about two minutes, and stir the brown sugar in the pot.
5. Make your own breakfast composition. My grandmother always cooks three meals a day at home, which is delicious.
One morning, I suddenly had an idea-I want to make breakfast for my family. I cook porridge first.
I cooked a bowl of rice with a rice jar and washed it carefully. Then pour the white rice into the rice cooker, and the rice sinks into the bottom of the pot, as if it were inlaid with white gems.
I added more than half of the raw water. Cover the lid again, plug in the power supply, and press the switch for cooking porridge.
Let it cook for a while. Next, I want to scramble eggs.
I took out a bowl and knocked an egg on the side of it. Immediately, a "hole" appeared on the eggshell. Egg yolk and egg white rushed out like naughty children. I quickly hung the egg above the bowl, lifted two eggshells, and the "child" jumped into the bowl. I beat two eggs into the bowl in the same way.
Then, put a little salt, a little wine and a little soy sauce in the bowl in turn. Mixing with chopsticks is really like a tornado. Stir well and set aside.
Wash a few more onions, chop them up and put them aside. I'll turn on the gas again and turn it down.
After a while, the pot was hot. I took out the oil and poured some into the pot.
After a while, the oil became hot. I slowly pour the stirred eggs on the lid ... When I'm done, I stir the eggs in the pot with a rice shovel, turn them over, turn them over, and pour the onions into the pot ... After a few minutes, the eggs turn golden, that is, they are cooked. I turned off the gas and put the eggs in the bowl. This is a beautiful color. After a while, the porridge was cooked.
I put them on the table, and when my family ate them, they all said they were delicious, which made me feel very fulfilled. In fact, it is very tiring to do so much housework every day. In the future, I must help my grandmother do more housework.
6. Write a composition on the topic of breakfast. Thank you very much. I got up this morning and went to my mother's bedside. I saw my mother still sleeping after a hard day's work.
I opened the curtains and it was sunny outside. Looking at the rice fields outside the window, I thought: It's not easy for my father to work outside and my mother to stay at home alone for so many days! I must do something for my mother. What are you doing? By the way, make breakfast.
There are eggs in the cupboard, so I will make my mother's favorite poached eggs. Although it is nothing compared with what my mother did for me, it is my filial piety.
I turned on the gas stove and poured the oil into the pot until the oil was hot. I quickly picked up the egg, broke it and poured it into the pot.
I only heard the egg "bang" and the egg white expanded like a bubble. I picked up the shovel, turned it over gently, then leveled the edge with the shovel and slowly pressed the yolk. At this moment, a faint fragrance got into my nose.
"Ah, it smells good!" I can't help admiring my craft. Gradually, the yolk hardens and the egg white turns yellow.
I turned the poached egg upside down and it fried like a topaz. I sprinkled some salt on it. In a short time, delicious poached eggs are ready.
I fried two poached eggs in the same way, put them on a plate and looked at the poached eggs I made. I really want to have a taste. But my mother's hard work flashed through my mind. I licked my lips with my tongue and quietly put it on my mother's bedside table ... is that okay? .
For many years, breakfast at home was the same every day: egg noodles. It has never been replaced. Eggs are ordinary eggs, and noodles are handfuls of dried noodles bought outside. The kind that is neither coarse nor fine.
It seems that my mother can only cook this kind of breakfast. Stir-fry chopped green onion, add water, add dried noodles when the water boils, and then beat in the whole eggs, one for each person. I don't know if I liked it when I was a child. I only know what adults do and eat, so every morning, the whole family eats the same breakfast. I used to think that everyone had breakfast like this.
Until the middle school lived on campus, I happened to find that there were porridge, pickles, fried dough sticks and oil cakes in Sacido. There were a few simple places in the school-actually not many, but they were rich enough to surprise me, which suddenly subverted my 10 concept of breakfast for many years. Since then, my desire for breakfast has been completely awakened, and I will go home on weekends. The noodles cooked by my mother are tasteless when eaten in my mouth.
After middle school, I began to refuse to eat breakfast cooked by my mother on the grounds that I had enough every morning. Then I asked my mother for money to go out for dinner. Of course, I also learned that there are all kinds of breakfasts in the street, which are far richer than the school cafeteria. I seldom eat breakfast cooked by my mother again, unless I am too lazy to go out and barely eat a few mouthfuls.
Later, when I went to college and went back on holiday, I found that my mother was still cooking egg noodles in the morning, the same method, the same procedure, the same noodles and a bowl with my father. There are poached eggs in the bowl with some chopped green onion floating on them.
That morning, I heated the milk in the microwave oven, opened the sandwich bread I bought from the supermarket the day before, sat next to them, joked with them while eating: "Mom, I really admire you, it's been decades …" and said to my father: "Dad, are you tired of eating it for so many years?"
"Tired of eating? Your mother will do the same. " The father smiled and said, "Your mother was so delicate when she was a child that she couldn't do anything. Just this egg noodles, or cramming before marriage. Now it is taught by your grandmother. " Father said, looking up to eat noodles-I didn't expect him to be tired of eating.
My mother poked me with chopsticks: "Little white-eyed wolf, you grew up eating this, and now you don't eat it at all." What happened to the egg noodles? " You have grown to one meter eight, and you are healthy and strong. "
Mom is telling the truth. I took a sip of milk and said, "If I drink milk every day, maybe I will play in the nba ..."
Talking and laughing, my parents have finished eating eggs and noodles, and packed the dishes and chopsticks.
Describe in detail the breakfast my mother prepared for me. I came to the kitchen again. Looking at these cold meals, I can't help but think of the scene where my mother asks me to eat every morning-my mother cooks hot meals and puts them on the table for me to eat. But today, what should I do? By the way, my mother usually cooks for me. Today I will cook for my mother! At the beginning, I poured the rice into the frying spoon, lit the gas, and then stirred the rice evenly with a shovel. After a while, the rice began to steam, so I put the rice into two bowls respectively. Ah, the fried spoon's rice is burnt. Anyway, I quickly heated the dish again. After a while, the food was hot. I put the food in the bowl and tasted it again. The crispness of cucumber slices completely disappeared. Even so, looking at my masterpiece-steaming food, I still have unspeakable joy in my heart.
I hurried into my mother's room with food. My mother saw me and asked, "Are you full?" I didn't answer my mother's question. I just gently put the food on the table beside my mother's bed and said to my mother, "Let's eat together!" " "My mother was surprised at first, and soon a smile appeared on her face. Then, she reluctantly sat up from the bed, touched my head and said to me, "My son is really sensible and knows how to care about his mother. "Her eyes sparkled with tears of excitement." You eat first, I'm not hungry. With your heart, my mother's illness will be better than half. "This makes me happy. After my repeated entreaties, my mother finally tasted the food I cooked for her. Although the food was a little burnt and not very delicious, my mother nodded and said, "delicious!" "
Seeing the dew on my mother's face, I couldn't help feeling sour and secretly said that I must repay my mother in the future.
9. Write a composition about nutritious breakfast. I 12 years old. My father, mother and grandmother always cook for me. Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I'm going to cook a breakfast for my family. As for the menu, I have already planned it. It is soy sauce mixed with tofu, corn porridge, fried dumplings and boiled eggs.
So I got up early in the morning to sell tofu, but when I got there, the tofu seller didn't come, so I kept waiting there. Because I haven't been home, my parents are in a hurry, so my father rides his bike to look for me everywhere. My father found me and I said, "The tofu seller didn't come." Who knows that the voice just fell and the tofu seller came. I went to buy two yuan of tofu, and then went home with my father.
When I got home, I began to make breakfast. I'll make corn porridge first. I'll pour some water into the rice cooker first, then add the corn flour and mix well. Then turn on the big fire to heat it. After a while, the water boiled, and my mother reminded me to turn down the fire and cook for a while, so it tasted better.
Next, I boil eggs. I put water in the pot, and then I put four eggs. Then put a grate on it, put steamed bread on the grate, and finally light it. So kill two birds with one stone, both steamed bread and boiled eggs. Mom said Tomb-Sweeping Day's eyes lit up when he ate eggs.
When I was cooking eggs, I took the opportunity to make simple soy sauce mixed with tofu.
The hardest thing to do is also the most dangerous-frying dumplings. First, I heated the water in the wok to evaporate, poured peanut oil into the wok, turned on the range hood, and when the oil was hot enough, I put it in jiaozi and rolled it back and forth with a spatula. Be especially careful at this time to prevent oil from spilling and scalding yourself. After a while, a plate of fried dumplings was finished.
After cooking, I didn't know the details of cooking, even a little dangerous. How hard it is for mom and dad to cook at ordinary times! I am so happy to see my family eating their own cooking with relish!