After studying the composition of cooking 1 all day, my parents are not at home, so I can't cook, so I have to be hungry all day. This experience gave me the idea of learning to cook.
That night, I told my mother the idea. Cooking is not only cooking, but also cooking. Because I cook with a rice cooker at home, it is not difficult to operate. Just decide the amount of rice according to the number of people, then wash the rice, add a proper amount of water, dry or thin, cover it and set it up, and then the rice will be loaded. So, I learned it quickly. Next, learn to cook; We should start with something simple, such as scrambled eggs. It seemed simple to me at first, but I didn't know until I started practicing. In fact, it wasn't. Scrambled eggs are not simple. Only when we feel relaxed when watching others fry will we have this illusion. The first time I scrambled eggs, I had no experience. I put as much oil as I usually cook, then I started a big fire and poured the eggs into the pot. Then I naively thought I shouldn't turn over. When one side of the egg is cooked, the heat will naturally pass through it to the side that is not cooked, and then I can cook when both sides are cooked. This is just my naive idea, but in fact, the side that sticks to the pot is burnt, and the side that doesn't stick to the pot is still raw. The first egg I scrambled failed.
After studying that night, although I didn't learn much, I summed up my experience afterwards and found that there are several places to pay special attention to scrambled eggs:
1, put a little more oil.
2, the fire should not be too big.
3, control the temperature, etc. When the pot is cooked, turn it over in time. Later, after careful practice, I learned to scramble eggs, and then I learned a series of dishes containing scrambled eggs, such as scrambled eggs with tomatoes and leeks. After a while, I learned some dishes such as fried loofah, fried melon and braised pork ribs. And I gradually understand that cooking is a survival skill!
I don't think I will starve because my parents are not at home, because I can cook.
I learned the composition of cooking. Now I have learned a lot of skills, but one thing-I can't cook. My mother told me all day: "You are too old to cook. What are you going to do in the future? " I always say impatiently, "Tomorrow, tomorrow I will go to school!" " "In this way, day after day, I didn't know how to cook until one day ... I was alone at home and no one came back at noon. By the way, hasn't my mother always said that I can't cook? Ok, I'll let my mother see if I can do it. I can't help but think of that time at menstruation's house, I didn't do well, and finally menstruation was too busy.
Thought of here, I can't help but get scared, but in order to prove that I have grown up, I summon up courage and go to the kitchen.
What should I do? I stared at the kitchen. After I called my father for advice, I quickly wrote down the steps on paper. Looking at this long list of things, my heart is shaking. Fortunately, I had a little experience last time. Facing the note, I first put the pot on the gas stove and fired. When there was no water in the pot, I carefully poured the oil into the pot. Oh,no. What are you doing? In my hurry, I forgot the key thing. By the way, didn't mom say she wanted to eat zucchini? I found zucchini, cut it, and prepared to put it in the pot, but I made a mistake: I used to watch my mother cook, and as long as my mother put the dishes in the pot, I would plug my ears and make a little noise! While I was hesitating, my father came back. I thought I found my savior. But instead of helping, my father even called me timid.
In order to prove my ability, I "throw caution to the wind" this time. I have a kitchen knife in my right hand, and my left hand helps my right hand push the food onto the knife. I walked a few centimeters away from the pot, leaned down and quickly put the dishes into the pot. At the same time, the pot made a crackling sound. I quickly took back my arm for fear that oil would spill into my hand, but my hand didn't, and my beloved clothes became a scapegoat. At this time, I also forgot my coat and clothes, picked up a shovel and stir-fried the zucchini back and forth. Before cooking, I put some soy sauce and salt on the plate. Although the taste is not good this time, I made it myself, and my parents praised me, which is better than anything else!
I learned to cook. At noon, I sang "Empty City Plan" and said to my mother, "Mom, I'm hungry. Go and cook. " My mother was stunned first, and then said to me, "When you grow up, you should learn to cook."
I said, "Do you still need to learn to cook? Mom, just do it. "
Mom said, "What if I'm not at home?"
"Then I will come to you."
"What if you can't find me?"
"Then I'll take the money out to eat."
"You can eat out once or twice, but you can't always eat out, can you?"
"So you mean to really let me learn to cook by myself?"
"Exactly!" Mother answered affirmatively.
"All right, then." I had to do what my mother said, thinking about what to cook today. I thought, "Rice is easier to cook, so learn it first."
I washed two small cups of rice and put them in the rice cooker. Then I poured some water, followed my mother's example, plugged in the rice cooker and started steaming rice. After a while, the smell of rice came to the nose. However, smelling the smell of rice, I began to worry again: "What should I eat with rice?" It seems that I have to make simple Mapo tofu.
First, I took out a piece of tofu from the refrigerator and the seasoning for making Mapo tofu. Then, I washed the tofu and cut it into rubber-sized squares. Cut the onion and ginger into filaments, and all the materials needed to make Mapo tofu are ready.
With uneasy feelings, I carefully opened the fire valve and watched the bundles of blue flames licking the bottom of the pot. The water in the pot made a "zi zi" sound, and soon disappeared like "pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade" I began to pour oil into the pot, because I didn't know anything about it and didn't know how much oil I needed, so I poured it intermittently and bit by bit. Finally, I felt almost enough and stopped this difficult "work". The oil began to smoke, and I was very scared. I was afraid that the oil would spill when I put shredded ginger and scallions. With the feeling of being afraid to do it again, I only heard a beep, and shredded ginger and scallions slipped into the pot with lampblack. I quickly poured Mapo tofu in. Soon, the spicy taste came out, and the greedy pot made a "beep, beep". I quickly put the tofu blocks prepared in advance, and the white and tender tofu was dyed bright red at once. ...
Finally, Mapo tofu is ready, and I am happy and uneasy to taste the "delicious" I made. I'm glad I finally learned to cook, but I'm uneasy that a seemingly simple meal needs so many processes, which is hard to come by. I am ashamed of the way I usually eat with my mouth open and my clothes sticking out.
Mom, one day, I will leave you and face life alone. What you can help me in advance is to dictate a "road map" to me. It may not be so accurate, but talking is better than nothing.
I have studied the composition of cooking. I have learned many things before, such as the stars in the sky. For example, I learned how to use the computer, how to help my mother wash rice, how to swim and so on. In the process of learning these skills, I have tried sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. But what impressed me most was learning to cook for the first time.
This is a sunny weekend. Finish your homework early. It's noon again. There is only my grandmother at home. She is a "superb cook". I asked my grandmother to teach me how to cook, but I thought she wouldn't agree. Who knows, grandma readily agreed.
I started the "big action" of cooking. First of all, I prepared the materials according to grandma's instructions and started cooking. I poured golden peanut oil into the pot and only heard the squeaking sound, which was very harsh. After a while, the peanut oil became hot, and the fragrance began to give out slowly. I quickly put the red tomatoes that I didn't know how to cut into pieces into the pot and fried them left and right, which was very interesting. When the tomatoes are ripe, I immediately put the prepared pale yellow eggs in the pot. Of course, the most important thing is that I didn't forget to put salt, but when I put salt, a hot oil bounced into my hand and I cried out in pain. Grandma immediately asked me to wash my hands, and it didn't hurt so much at this moment.
However, I still didn't give up, and continued to finish my "masterpiece", turning the tomatoes and eggs in the pot upside down. After a few minutes, the tomatoes and eggs in the pot are finally cooked. I quickly picked up the food and put my "work" in front of my grandmother. The smell of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is so tempting that even I can't help drooling. Grandma finished eating, so I quickly asked her what she thought. At this time, grandma smiled and gave me a thumbs-up sign. I am very happy after reading it, and my heart is full of sweetness, as if I had eaten honey.
Although this dish can't be called delicious, it is still part of my efforts!
Sure enough, "hard work pays off." As long as we study everything carefully, it will be successful.
I learned to cook. As I grew older, I learned many skills, such as riding a bike and skating ... but what impressed me most was that I learned to cook that time.
One day on the weekend, it was sunny and sunny, and only my father and I were at home. Dad said, "Let me teach you how to cook today!" " "I hesitated, finally agreed.
At the beginning of cooking, my father cleaned the rice cooker first, then scooped up two bowls of rice and put them in the basin in the rice cooker. He washed rice again and again, and the rice was finally clean. So, dad put the basin in the rice cooker, covered the lid and turned on the power. My father and I waited patiently. After a while, the rice was cooked and the smell came to the nose. I have no choice. I took a bite of rice with chopsticks and tasted it in my mouth. "Wow" smells good!
Unexpectedly, rice is so good to cook.
I said to my father. "Let me try!" Dad nodded his head.
I followed my father's example, washing the pot first, and then washing the rice. "ouch!" I didn't end the pot properly, and I spilled the rice. I have to wash it again. I succeeded this time. I put the rice into the rice cooker and turned on the power. After waiting for a while, I opened the pot and looked, "My God, how did dry rice become porridge?" Hearing this, my dad ran over to me and said, "Hehe, you put too much water." After practicing several times, I finally learned to cook.
After learning to cook this time, I understand that everything should be done carefully, and only in this way can it be done well.
I learned the composition of cooking. In my memory, there have been many "firsts". The first one is like a footprint step by step, printed on the road of my growth. However, the most unforgettable thing for me is cooking for the first time.
When I was 8 years old, my parents went to work in the summer vacation and didn't come back until the sun went down. My stomach is growling with hunger. I rummaged through my kitchen and found nothing. I was so hungry that I decided to cook by myself, thinking that I could take this opportunity to show myself in front of my parents. Just do it. I learn from my mother's usual cooking style. I first add a few spoonfuls of water to the pot and then light it. But the fire is not so good to burn, it seems to be against me, but I can't catch it. Finally, it caught fire.
However, the smoke of the fire has made me cry. After a while, the water boiled. I put the washed rice into the pot, but I didn't expect the water in the pot to be full, and it flowed out to put out the fire. I scooped out the water in the pot and started the fire again. I finally got angry with all my strength, and I took a long breath. After a while, I felt that the rice was almost cooked, so I picked up the spoon and put it up. Accidentally touching the edge of the pot, I quickly let go and spilled rice all over the floor. I scooped it again. I've been cooking for more than half an hour and it's all steamed. I sat on the ground sighing, waiting to be criticized by my parents.
When mom and dad came back from work, they saw me laughing like a black-faced Guan Gong. I tried my best to hold back the tears of injustice, but I still shed them reluctantly. When they knew what had happened, my father dried my tears. Kindly stroked my head and said, "son, the first time is the experience, not the result." If you do it, it means that you dare to try. Today's failure may become tomorrow's success. Never mind, let's do it again together. "Dad's encouragement filled me with confidence again. Under the guidance of our parents, we finally cooked a delicious meal. Eating sweet and delicious food and feeling that I am enjoying the fruits of my labor have a strange feeling in my heart.
Now, I not only learned to cook, but also learned to cook delicious dishes. Braised snapper is my unique skill. However, I will always remember my first cooking experience and what my father said to me, which inspired me to succeed.
I learned how to cook. I asked my mother many times to let me learn to cook, but my mother never let me learn, for fear that I might accidentally burn myself.
Once, my mother went to my grandmother's house, and only my father and I were at home. Dad is cooking for him. Suddenly, he heard the telephone ring. After the phone call, he got dressed and said, "The company has something to do. I'm going to the office. " I waited for my father to come back while doing my homework. Five minutes have passed, 10 minutes have passed. Dad never came back, and unconsciously, his stomach began to sing empty plans. So I thought, why not give it a try? The opportunity has finally come. So I went into the kitchen, added some water to the rice cooker and plugged it in. When the water boiled, I put some rice in it. Then I sat on a cabbage and accidentally fried it black. I think, it doesn't matter, everything is difficult at the beginning, just do it a few times more. I am proficient in the next dish-persimmon scrambled eggs. I don't know when my father will stand behind me. I quickly pushed my father out and brought the food up. My father saw the first dish and deliberately said, "This is cooking!" " "I said," there is a second course! So dad went on to taste persimmon scrambled eggs. "Well, this dish is fried well. In this way, when adults are away, you don't have to starve. " I gave a light smile.
In this experience, I feel I have grown up. In the future, we should learn to do more housework and help our mother reduce the burden.
I learned to cook. I learned a lot, such as washing dishes, doing housework, cooking, riding a bike ... What makes me most happy is the name of cooking: lying eggs.
It was a sunny day and I went to my uncle's house. I saw my uncle's busy figure as soon as I entered the door, so I went to see if he was cooking. I asked my uncle, "Uncle, what are you doing?" Uncle said, "I'm making a lying egg." At this time, I thought to myself, if I learned this dish, I wouldn't be hungry if my parents were not at home. But I thought that my indifferent uncle would never promise me, so I got up the courage to ask my uncle, "Can you teach me how to cook this dish?" Uncle calmly said, "Yes." My uncle told me that the ingredients to be prepared are 6 eggs, black pepper, salt, cooking oil, soy sauce, sesame seeds and onions. Uncle asked me to take out a small pot, first beat two eggs, then add a little salt, cooking oil, soy sauce and black pepper, cut the green onions into small pieces, put them away and stir them, and finally add the remaining four eggs. Remember to put the whole egg in, so that you don't have to stir it after you put it away. Boil the pot with water and steam it on the steam curtain for about 10 minutes. My lying egg is out of the pot. Add sesame seeds by the way. I let my family taste it, some gave me thumbs up, some praised me for being really delicious ... which made me feel very happy.
Cooking is a job that can improve our hands-on ability. When I grow up, I want to be a chef and learn more about food.
I have studied the composition of cooking. I learned many skills, as many as the stars in the sky. For example: learned to use the computer; Learned to help my mother wash rice and cook; Learned to swim and so on. In the process of learning skills, I have tasted the ups and downs, and the most unforgettable thing is learning to make tomato and egg soup for the first time.
Let me share with you the process of learning to make tomato and egg soup! First of all, I opened the fire, carefully poured the oil into the pot, and quickly stepped back for fear that the oil would spill on me. The oil in the pot hissed first, then hissed, so that the oil was cooked. Next, I put the chopped green onion in the oil pan, pulled it with a shovel several times, then poured the prepared clear water in, covered the pot, and after a while the water boiled, put the cut tomato pieces into the boiling water, and then smashed the tomatoes with a small shovel. My mother said, no. My mother drank my egg soup and gave her thumb happily and said, "Son, you are great!" " "At this point, my heart is full of sweetness.
After I learned to cook this dish, I realized that it is not easy for my mother to cook at ordinary times. I decided to help my mother cook often in the future to make her more relaxed.
I learned the composition of cooking 10 today. My parents are away, and I am alone. I didn't think much. I fell asleep in bed, but I didn't expect to sleep until 1 1, and my stomach began to growl, as if to say, "Little master, I'm hungry, give me something to eat!" I can't help it I have to cook for myself. Let me do my best today.
When I opened the refrigerator, I saw, what, only potatoes and green peppers. Fortunately, my brain was smart and I had a brainwave and came up with a good idea. Why not use green peppers to make shredded potatoes? I washed the potatoes, scraped the skin clean, and then shredded them. It's easy to watch my mother cook. Why is it so difficult to come to me? I didn't talk, I had a hard time making potatoes, and then I made green peppers in the same way. Then stir-fry in a pan, add some oil, and then add shredded green peppers and potatoes. I started to speculate, only a few times and then I fired some of them, and the rest were "elite troops." When it is seventy or eighty years old, I will put some salt in it, and this fragrant and spicy shredded potato with green pepper will be ready. When I saw my finished product, I sold melons without going through the old woman-boasting.
Coincidentally, mom and dad came back and looked incredible when they saw my cooking. They quickly said to me, "Honey, did you do this?" "Who else but me?" I replied. "You are such a good boy." Dad said again. I feel as sweet as honey when I hear my father praise me like this. Today, I finally learned to cook.
I learned the composition of cooking 1 1 Childhood is colorful. We learned a lot in childhood. I learned to cook when I was eight years old.
One day at noon, I saw grandpa cooking. I thought it was very simple, so I ran to my grandfather and said, "Grandpa, I want to cook, too. Can you teach me? " "Sure, let's start with the simplest scrambled eggs with tomatoes!" Grandpa smiled and said to me.
Grandpa helped me beat the eggs and cut the tomatoes first, so let me try it myself. I confidently put eggs and tomatoes in the pot, and then I went to read a book. After about 15 minutes, a strange smell came from the kitchen. I quickly ran to check, it turned out that I cooked Cai. Grandpa saw it and said to me, "concentrate on everything!" " Suddenly, my face became as red as an apple. Grandpa told me: "after the eggs are put into the pot and shaped, mash them, but not too broken." Then pour the tomatoes into the pot, pour a little water to ensure sufficient water, and fry for another 3 minutes. " I followed my grandfather's method step by step. When I opened the pot, my heart bumped around like a deer. "ah! I succeeded, I succeeded! " I am very excited to see the delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
This incident made me understand that everything should be done with methods and patience. As Schopenhauer said, as long as there is patience, there is always a chance of success.
I learned to cook. At noon on Sunday, I saw my mother preparing to cook. I thought to myself: I am a third-grade student, and I want to help my mother do what I can.
I walked up to my mother and said, "Mom, let me learn to cook today!" " "Mom agreed with a smile. My mother said to me, "first put a few cups of rice in the rice cup and pour it into the pot." Look for the eaten meal again, and then wash it with water. I can't wait to do what my mother says. As soon as I saw it, I had washed the dirty things off the rice and found the rotten rice. I washed it once or twice, and the turbid water gradually became clear and bright by me. Mother asked me to dry the bottom of the pot with a rag. When I was about to plug it in, I found myself short and out of reach. I used my quick wits to move a small bench, stand on it and plug in the power.
I saw the light that said "Cook" come on. After a while, white steam began to appear on the pot cover, and I thought to myself: The rice is almost cooked. So, I just stayed aside and waited quietly. A few minutes later, I heard a bang and jumped from "cooking" to "keeping warm". The rice is cooked I quickly stood on the stool and pulled it out.
Opening the lid, a pot of steaming rice appeared in front of me. I happily filled a bowl of delicious rice for my mother and me. I am eating my own cooking, so happy!
My mother smiled at me and said, "It smells good!" "I will learn more skills in the future to make my life more interesting!" I said to myself.
Learned the composition of cooking 13. Every day, my parents cook delicious meals for my sister and me. It's summer vacation. I'm going to learn to cook and let my parents taste my cooking.
First, I took a bundle of pressed noodles from the balcony and ran to the kitchen. I washed a tomato, took out four eggs, took some water from the rice cooker and put it on the stove. Then carefully open the valve, light the fire and cover it. When the water boiled, I diced the tomatoes first, and then I saw that the water was still boiling. I picked up "Little Doudou by the Window" and read it. I became fascinated gradually. At this time, the sound of boiling water reminded me that the following is coming. I quickly put the tomatoes in the pot, put the top strips on them, and then beat in the eggs. I stared at the pot with my eyes wide open for fear of making mistakes.
After about five minutes, the noodles were almost cooked. I added a little salt and some soy sauce. I picked up a big spoon and tasted a little soup. As soon as the soup is eaten, I feel delicious! Turn off the fire, put noodles, tomatoes, eggs and soup into four bowls respectively, and finally put some coriander and sesame oil.
Our family began to eat delicious noodles. My mother said the noodles were so delicious that she drank all the noodles and soup.
I am very happy today, because I learned to cook, and it is delicious. I want to try again now.
Learned the composition of cooking 14 "The lamb kneels for milk and the crow feeds back". Small animals know that they are grateful to their parents, and we should be more so. My parents take care of us every day. I think I should do something for my parents, so I volunteer to cook dinner for my parents.
At noon today, I'm going to fry a tomato and egg and steam a pot of rice. So I steamed the rice first, then washed the vegetables and cut the onions. But after all this, I don't know what to do. I called my mother for help. My mother told me the process, and I was afraid I would forget it. I carefully recorded it with a pen and followed the steps step by step. I will scald the tomatoes in boiling water first, and then take them out and soak them in cold water, so that the skins of the tomatoes can be easily removed. Slice peeled tomatoes with a knife, put oil in the pot, add chopped green onion after the oil is hot, and then beat well. Pour in the egg mixture, stir-fry and shape, add a little salt powder, and finally add tomatoes and stir-fry. I brought out the steamed rice, put the fried tomatoes and eggs on the table, and waited for my mother to come back and enjoy the delicious food.
Mom finally came back! I can't wait to drag my mother to the dining table and let her taste my cooking. Mom praised my cooking after eating it. Hearing mom's approval and encouragement, my heart is sweeter than eating a few cans of honey.