On the day of winter vacation, I had nothing to do, so I felt around at home and pinched it. It suddenly occurred to me: Alas, other students can cook, but I live a princess-like life. Often? Clothes to reach out, rice to mouth? Yes No, I can't go on like this, otherwise, I will become like that sooner or later? A cripple? . I must do something to impress my family.
Inadvertently, I saw potatoes, and I had a good idea: isn't shredded potatoes my favorite? Can you cook?
Thinking of this, I learned from my mother and became the little master of the family.
I picked up a potato, washed it, peeled it, carefully picked up a fruit knife (because the kitchen knife was afraid of hurting my hand), and slowly and gently shredded the potato. I picked up the potato in one hand and the fruit knife in the other, cutting it piece by piece. I found that some potatoes were cut very thin and some were cut very thick. What should I do? I put the potatoes flat and cut them slowly with a fruit knife. Accidentally, the potato chips ran away like feet. Alas! It turns out that cooking is so difficult!
After I cut the potatoes, I found that the shredded potatoes were long and short, thick and thin. I thought helplessly: What's the matter? Huang, Huang, how many times have I told you to be careful? You just don't listen, and everything is careless. I've been blaming myself in my heart.
Everything is ready. It's time to fry shredded potatoes. I lit the fire first, then put it in the pot and poured a little oil in it. The oil is hot, so I quickly pour the shredded potatoes into the oil pan. Suddenly, a smell of oil smoke came to my face and made me burst into tears. I picked up a shovel and shoveled it at random, only to see shredded potatoes jumping around in the pot? Latin dance? . Up and down, left and right, a few pieces jumped out of the pot. Is this really a naughty thing? Little guy? .
While humming a ditty, I set the food on the table, waiting for my mother to come back.
Mom finally came back, and I eagerly welcomed her to the table and dragged her to eat my cooking. Mom praised me for picking up chopsticks? Smell? Get up, I looked at my mother with alacrity. Suddenly, my mother's brow wrinkled, and I froze for a moment. I quickly asked: What's the matter with my mother? Then I smiled and said, Delicious, delicious. ? I seemed a little dubious, so I quickly took out my chopsticks and tried them. Ah, shredded potatoes are soft and light. ? I stuck out my tongue in disappointment and looked at my mother embarrassedly. My mother saw it and comforted me and said, it's okay. It doesn't matter if you don't do it well the first time. The second time will be better than the first time. ?
After listening to my mother's words, I understand that there is a second time for the first time, but each time it will make more progress.
Every time I see my mother cooking, I think of my first cooking and feel ashamed.
That day, while I was burying my head in a book, my mother's phone came from the kitchen. Daughter, help mom take out two eggs from the refrigerator! ? Me? Hmm? With a cry, I moved my lazy body a little. Three seconds later, mom couldn't help it, wearing an apron? Take command and sign in person? Run to the living room and open the refrigerator door, complaining while taking eggs. Look at yourself, you're lazy as a snake! I know my mouth is full of food. ? I even put down my book. I must prove it to you today. Who can only make ends meet? Ah, you are responsible! The young lady insisted on cooking well. You will see!
? Mom, take a break and let me do it! Look, the little girl came to the kitchen to show you today! ?
When I turned on the rice cooker, I saw that the rice had been put into the cooker with water. My mother is nosy, so I don't care about her. Plug in the power, I'm going to cook! What to eat today? I was thinking about it in my head, and it came to me right away, okay? Scrambled eggs with tomatoes? And then what? Steamed meat pie? The advantage of these two dishes is that they are simple and easy to cook, so let's get to the point. Steamed meat pie? Okay, I'm almost retarded. Spread the chopped pork on a plate and steam it in a pot for about 20 minutes. It's not pretty, but it's delicious.
I took out two tomatoes from the refrigerator, washed them, cut them into four parts and put them on the plate. Wash the pan and put the oil first. Scratch? When the oil is hot, start adding tomatoes. Brush? ! Ok, turn over the frying pan shovel again, and I began to remember how my mother cooked. I learned it step by step. Looks a bit like it, you can put eggs! ? I ran out of the living room, opened the refrigerator door, took out two eggs, and immediately ran back to the kitchen. I saw that the tomatoes in the pot were almost burnt! I quickly turned down the fire and then picked up the spatula. It's too late. It's all because I was careless. I didn't talk about small fires before. I watched the tomatoes turn red and black, so I had to put in the eggs, stir fry again, turn off the fire and get it!
I put my work in front of my mother. Usually I find fault with my mother, but today I let her identify my work in turn. I expected to be taught a lesson long ago, because tomato, alas, hateful mother didn't give me any face and belittled my work. ? Look at this tomato. Is it like a tomato? Black is unintentional? Then, mother picked up a small piece of meat pie with chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth, nodding her head. Me? That's more like it! ? I was overjoyed and quickly grabbed chopsticks and tried them. Oh, my God, is this okay? It's killing me ? Well, mom is still laughing!
Although I failed in cooking this time, I didn't lose heart. What am I doing? How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? I believe that as long as I have confidence, I can do it next time.
I have experienced many first-time cooking. With the passage of time, they have long been blurred in my mind, just like a grain of sand in the sea, which can never come back. Only the first time, I still remember it clearly.
March 8 is Women's Day, and the school has a half-day holiday, but neither mom nor dad has a holiday. Go home after dinner and finish your homework at 2: 30. So I began to plan what gift to give my mother on March 8 this year. I once made a small greeting card with greetings on it. Say it again? Happy holidays? , alas! That's tacky. ? Why don't you ... cook for mom this year? I think she will be happy. I still have two hours and thirty minutes, because this is a surprise, so I have to hurry. I am a novice, so I choose two simple dishes. ? Ha! My menu came out tonight, fried potatoes with shredded carrots and delicious white rice! I know it's boring, but I'm a rookie! I can't cook other dishes. In fact, what matters is not the food, but my filial piety.
As long as the daughter has a mother in her heart, even if she only says: Happy holidays, her mother will bloom happily. Don't you think? Rice is the simplest. Wash the rice clean, but don't wash it too many times, the vitamin A on the surface will be lost. Put the rice in the pot and add water slightly higher than the rice. Next is cooking, which requires a little skill. I cut onion, ginger and garlic, which made my nose and tears. I peeled potatoes and carrots, shredded them and soaked them in water. Potatoes are obedient, carrots are different, so hard that I cut them for a long time. I am so tired that my back hurts. When I cut carrots, I thought: Mom cooks for me so hard, but I can't bear to be picky about food. I must get rid of this bad habit.
Just as I was thinking, there was a burst of footsteps downstairs. Oh, my God! Is mom back? No way! Then all my plans will be ruined. I heard her shout, Pumbaa, mom's home! ? My name is not Pumbaa. Oh, I live downstairs! I have to hurry. Put oil, add onion, ginger, garlic, potatoes, a spoonful of salt and half a spoonful of monosodium glutamate, add water and simmer for a while, then take out the pot. Fried carrots are also the same seasoning. When cooking, as long as there is a loud noise in the pot, I quickly flee outside the kitchen. Why? Oil spots are not long eyes. Food is a small matter, disfigurement is a big thing!
Mom and dad are back. They looked at the steaming food and watched me sweat. I understood at once. We had a pleasant dinner that night.