Cooking for the first time (672 words) There are many firsts in life, such as filling out my mother's bus card for the first time and paying the electricity bill at the power supply bureau for the first time? 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. Just a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes? Fried coke with tomatoes? Yes
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.
Learning to cook composition 700 words 2: Cooking for the first time (709 words) Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother: Mom, I'll cook today's meal! ? My mother looked at me with puzzled eyes and said to me, can you do it? If I can't, can you teach me? ? Mom finally promised me.
Mom told me: Do it yourself first, and think about what mom usually does when she can't cook. ? Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness. So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot. I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it. Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance. Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well? I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good.
Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time. I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious. Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.
Learning to cook 700 words 3: Cooking for the first time (679 words) There are many firsts in life, the first time to take a bus, the first time to watch a movie, the first time to play games, the first time to do manual work, and the first time to get hurt? I have had many firsts, but in many firsts, there is one that I can't forget for a long time and has been haunting my mind? It was the first time to cook.
It was a summer morning, and the bright sunshine entered my room playfully through the glass. I barely stretched myself and rubbed my confused eyes. Why didn't anyone wake me up? I wondered and said to myself, I want to stay in bed, but I can't stand the growling of my stomach. So I got up.
I checked every room to make sure that no one was at home. Where did the family go? I thought for a moment: mom and dad must have gone to work, and grandparents may have gone shopping. No way, let me find something to bottom first! I looked for it at home, but there were no leftovers in the kitchen, only a few biscuits on the coffee table lying alone in the box.
It seems that I have to cook by myself. I recall the cooking process of my grandmother. I washed the rice carefully first, then added some water to the rice cooker and covered it. What do you do? I can only cook scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I took three eggs, beat them in a clean bowl, added a little salt and stirred them with chopsticks. The eggs are ready. I washed the tomatoes and put them on the chopping board. I took out my knives and prepared to cut them. But the kitchen knife seems to have always been my enemy. If you can't hold it steadily, you are more afraid of cutting your hand. It took a lot of effort to finally chop up the tomato, no matter how big or small it is. Finally, this is a crucial step. I am going to scramble eggs. I first put the oil in the pot, and when the oil temperature is high, I gently pour the eggs along the side of the pot, then pick up the pot and let the oil flow gently along the eggs. In this way, the eggs will not paste the pot, and the heat will be uniform and the color will look good. When the eggs are almost ready, I put down the tomatoes and stir-fry them a few times, so that the fragrant and beautiful scrambled eggs with tomatoes are ready.
Finally, we can eat. I opened the lid of the rice cooker. Ah, a fragrant smell of rice. I quickly filled a bowl, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and ate them with relish. Ah, how delicious!