Composition on Making Dumplings (1)

I am very quick at everything I do, especially cooking, but there is one thing that I cannot get up to quickly, and that is making dumplings. In fact, I don't care whether it's kneading noodles or rolling out dough, but I can't get up quickly for the last process - making dumplings. I have no choice. The dumplings I learned to make from my parents are of a more traditional style. Although the dumplings look pretty, each dumpling is as cute as a fat little pig, but the wrapping method itself takes a long time.

I can’t say modestly that the dumplings I made were exquisite and beautiful. I once thought that if there was a beauty contest for dumplings, my dumplings would probably win the championship!

Whenever I don’t know what to make, I encourage everyone to eat dumplings, and I have to make dumplings. But usually I do this job alone, so I always want to speed up and get it done earlier. , but this wrapping method is obviously not fast. what to do? I just wanted to make the dumplings that are commonly seen in restaurants. It turns out that my mother’s colleagues and I also learned this way of making dumplings. It’s actually very simple. Just pinch the middle and squeeze it with your thumbs and index fingers. But I I'm not skilled in it, and the wrapping doesn't look good, so I rarely try this wrapping method. But tonight, I have to pick up the pace because I'm hungry. Forget it, don’t pay attention to the shape of the dumplings, just wrap them, as long as they are edible.

Thinking of this, I changed the wrapping method. I was not skilled at it at first, and the speed was not good. The dumplings were ugly, but after wrapping, not only did the speed improve, but the dumplings also became much more beautiful. There, they looked like little swallows spreading their wings and ready to fly. They were not any uglier than the dumplings I made before. I was extremely happy. Is this "taking a step back to broaden the horizons"?

Sometimes, when we are accustomed to one way of doing things, we seldom try another way. In fact, any habit can be changed, but we are unwilling to try it for no reason because we have once How perfect the dumpling is considered to be, but true perfection should be measured from multiple angles, just like the dumpling should not only be judged by its appearance, but also by the speed of wrapping it.

Essay on Making Dumplings (2)

On Saturday afternoon, my son was at home watching cartoons as usual. I thought to myself why not let my son help make dumplings with me. This not only solves his dinner problem, but also allows him to participate in it and watch less cartoons, killing two birds with one stone. When I made this suggestion, my son was very happy and readily agreed.

I started to make preparations, mixing stuffing and kneading noodles. At this time, my son had no intention of watching cartoons at all, and anxiously ran to the kitchen to watch again and again. I told him to wash his hands before making dumplings. My son was very obedient. He soaped his little hands and washed them again and again. They were clean and he was just waiting for the package. Mom, what's the matter with you? Why so slow? How long do I have to wait? Why haven't you finished it yet? In response to my son's urging again and again, I also speeded up. Originally, this activity was not planned. After a while of hard work, all the work was ready. The son also sat at the table in a decent manner. I first put a big apron on him to prevent flour from flying all over his body. My son understood very well and put on the big apron very obediently. I kneaded the dough on the panel first, cut the dough into small pieces with a knife, and taught my son to press it into small circles with the palm of his hand. My son concentrated on the operation. Don't tell me, you are still very involved! It's time to roll out the dough. I demonstrate it first, and my son learns it very seriously. He couldn't wait to roll it out, but although he was very attentive, his level was limited. He excitedly told me: "Mom, look, I rolled a big pear." Wow! When my son's work came out, it really looked like a big pear. The dough was rolled out into a flat and long shape, one side was bigger and the other was smaller. "That's right, son, roll it out first, then lay it sideways and roll it into a round shape." I demonstrate again. My son followed my instructions and continued the operation. "Mom, look, it looks like a big mango." Another mango was born in his hands. I thought to myself, this is enough, why don’t you participate? There is no good without bad. My son saw me making dumplings and shouted to make dumplings again. I might as well teach him the whole process of making dumplings. The son wraps it up. In order to reduce the difficulty for him, I deliberately put very little filling for him, but my son was very unhappy when he found that the dumplings I made had too much filling. Also asked for more stuffing. At his level, the fillings flowed out of the skin. But I am very happy that my son has been able to persist for such a long time and it is not easy for his interest to remain so high! Nowadays, most families have only children, and parents do everything themselves. Why not let our children share our worries? Don't worry that they can't do well. Many times it is we who deprive our children of the right to do well. I believe that as long as our children are given more opportunities to exercise, they will be able to do their best.

Some of the dumplings my son and I made can be put into the water, but some can only be steamed in the pot. When I was making dumplings, I asked my son to bring a small bench and stand by the stove to help me make dumplings. My son was a little scared when he saw the boiling hot water. I encouraged him: "It's okay, son. Gently drop the dumplings along the edge of the pot. Don't throw them into the pot. It's very dangerous. The hot water will splash and burn you. You can't make it by yourself if your mother isn't around." My timidity slowly disappeared, and soon the dumplings were ready. "Son, the next task is for you to eat all the dumplings we made. Can you do it?" The son happily accepted. Sure enough, my son ate a lot of dumplings that day.

Actually, my son can’t make very good dumplings, but let him participate in it and let him understand that the seemingly simple meals he eats every day contain the hard work and hard work of his parents. like!

Essay on Making Dumplings (3)

There are many happy things during the winter vacation. The thing that makes me happiest is that I learned to make dumplings.

It was the night of New Year’s Eve, and my parents were preparing for the New Year’s Eve dinner, that is, they were making dumplings, and my father was responsible for rolling out the dough. As expected of my father, the dough rolled out was thin and round, just like a smiling little face looking at my father; looking at my mother, she scooped out a large piece of stuffing with a spoon and put it into the dough, but there was no stuffing. It was exposed, but stretched out to the fullest extent, as if it was just a little closer to reaching the limit. I was fascinated by it and thought, how did my mother grasp it so accurately?

I observed carefully and discovered my mother’s secret to making dumplings without revealing the filling: first put in a lot of stuffing, then prick it with chopsticks. When you feel it is ready, shake the dumpling and then gently Pinch the edges to make sure the stuffing can't leak out, then pinch it hard. (m.taiks.com) Mom’s kneading method is very special. She always makes some small laces, which are very beautiful. Dumplings seem to obey their mother's words very much. They always stand like soldiers on the panel with a heroic appearance.

Looking at my parents who were very busy, I also wanted to "show my skills", so I said to my parents: "Let's do it together." Both my parents raised their hands in agreement, and my father also said : "I'm worried that I don't have a helper! As soon as my son comes, I have the best of all three, haha!" When I made the first dumpling, I didn't fully grasp the essentials. Although I only added a little filling, it was still good. It was exposed, so my mother told me that the stuffing you put was a little to the left, so it would be exposed. You should..., my mother taught me for a while, and after careful observation, I finally could make the same stuffing as my mother. Okay, at this time, my father winked at my mother, so my parents said in unison: "We are tired, you can do it yourself!"

I have actually wanted to cook for a long time. But I was not in a hurry to show off. I just said "oh" flatly, but my heart was filled with joy and joy. Mom and Dad instantly became the "hands-off shopkeepers" and I was the hard-working little bee. I suddenly felt like the pillar of support. The dumplings I ate that night felt particularly delicious.

This incident gave me a sense of responsibility and made me understand that I must contribute to my family and society in the future.