I have some experience when it comes to cooking. From the age of 10, I had an idea to learn cooking from my parents, hoping to be a good cook like them in the future.
In the past, every time I ate, because I couldn't cook, I had to sit at the table and wait for my parents to finish the dishes, and then help me to serve them. Since I began to learn the idea of cooking, every time my parents cook, I stand by and watch and learn the steps and methods of cooking different dishes. However, after studying for half a year, I can't learn anything without learning. However, I didn't lose heart and continued to study. Sure enough, "hard work pays off." Last National Day, I finally learned a dish and cooked it successfully.
On the night of National Day, my parents and I said, "Today, I'm going to cook a dish-scrambled eggs with shallots. Please have a taste and see if I am good at it. " So, just do it. I'll start at once. The following materials are needed to make this dish: leeks, eggs, salt, chicken essence and so on. First of all, we should make proper preparations. First, chop the shallots and mix the eggs well. Then, put the leek powder into the egg, stir it evenly, and add ingredients such as salt and chicken essence. Step 3, put the oil in the pot, heat it to 70~80℃, pour the leek egg paste into the pot and fry it for 3-5 minutes. Finally, put the scrambled eggs in a bowl, and a scrambled egg with chives will be ready. I watched the time while cooking, for fear of keeping them waiting. I was busy for about a quarter of an hour, and finally finished writing, thinking: haha! I finally cooked a good dish, and my parents will praise me for it after eating it.
After cleaning the stove, I put the plate on the table. My parents smelled the charming fragrance and couldn't wait to take a bite. After careful tasting, they praised me again and again, saying that I had grown up and learned to cook. I listened, and my heart was filled with joy.
Is it okay? Give the best to the good, and give the best to the extra points. Thank you.
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2. Find a composition about cooking. I learned to cook in about 800 words.
Today is Sunday, and I have nothing to do at home, so my mother asked me if I wanted to learn to cook. I thought to myself, "If I learn to cook, it will help my mother reduce housework and increase her knowledge." I readily agreed.
Learn to learn, our mother and son came to the kitchen, and my mother brought props for cooking. First, my mother asked me to clean the wok and spatula with detergent, and wash it with clear water three times before cooking. I did as my mother told me. I held the pot in one hand and something in the other, brushed it around, brushed it with clear water for three times, and finally cleaned the pot.
Then we will wash the vegetables. My mother told me that washing vegetables is mainly to wash away the harmful substances in the vegetables, so I put the vegetables in water and washed them one by one by hand. It took several times to wash them.
After washing, my mother asked me to put the pot on the gas stove, so I turned on the gas stove. My mother said, "Turn on the gas, let the water in the torch pot boil and dry.". . "My mother's words haven't finished, I began to cook. While cooking, I said, "Cooking turned out to be such an easy thing. "I took the pot and fried it around, and suddenly I smelled a smell. Later, my mother said angrily, "Son! Does anyone cook like this? Smart as you are, you don't even know how to cook. If you have no oil, then the food won't be delicious. I said you didn't listen, and your cleverness was mistaken by your cleverness. It's okay now! Do all the dishes well. My mother took the spatula in my hand and showed it to me once. While cooking, she said: "You can't cook casually, do it step by step." Then my mother gave me a spatula, poured all the burnt vegetables and cooked them again. I'll boil the water in the pot first, then put down the peanut oil. My mother is in mine. I asked my mother, "There is salt." My mother replied, "Yes, there is salt. I immediately brought something with salt, picked some salt and put it in the pot. Then I scooped up vegetables and looked at the fruits of my labor. My heart is full of sweetness.
When I tasted the fruits of my labor and enjoyed it, I finally learned to cook.
Through this study, I understand that no matter what I learn, I should be humble and listen to others' teaching, so that I can learn skills. If we don't listen to others' teaching, we will be smart and accomplish nothing.
3. A 400-word composition about cooking. As soon as the industrious father got off work, he hurried home to open the door and went into the kitchen. There was a quarrel between the faucet and the basin, and a lot of water was put in. Little green vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove crackled and the flame went out. The oil jumped "zi zi", the little green vegetable jumped into the iron pot, and the shovel stirred it "Ding Ding", as if greeting my dear iron pot brother. Add seasoning, dad "clangs" out of the plate, puts the small vegetables in, and a plate of delicious small vegetables is ready. Dad took the vegetables to the table and went into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together. Dad put on gloves and put his hand into the washbasin to wash the blood off the bones. Bang, bang, bang. The bone was cut into small pieces. Dad took half a pot of water, put it on the gas stove and started to burn. Then he put the bone in, put some onions, some yellow wine, some salt and some vinegar on it for half an hour. Half an hour passed, my father opened the lid, took out a large cup, put the soup in and served it. After cooking two dishes, my mother came back and the three of us had dinner together.
Maybe everyone thinks cooking is a headache, but I found the fun of cooking today.
On my way home, I saw the wind whistling and the leaves rustling. As soon as I got to the corridor, a wisp of fragrance went straight to my nostrils, and I immediately ran up in one breath. When I pushed the door, I saw my mother cooking braised pork!
I saw my mother turn on the tap, wash the meat and put it on the chopping board, with fat meat standing in a row and lean meat standing in a row. When the hot pot is steaming, pour a little oil, and my mother will "jingle" it with a shovel a few times, and the oil will be evenly spread all over the bottom of the pot. When the fat is put into the pot, it will explode with heat. When Brother Skinny laughed at the fat, he poured it into the pot with a splash, and the fat and lean meat rolled up and down on the spatula. Immediately, a black pot cover rushed at them and everyone cooked together in the pot. After a while, my mother lifted the lid and poured in soy sauce and sugar. The meat was dyed red and the pot was bubbling.
After cooking for a while, when the soup was almost sucked dry by the meat, my mother sprinkled some salt and turned it over while frying. The red sauce makes the meat sticky, and the braised pork is finally ready! When the aroma permeates the whole kitchen, the braised pork has been smacked into the plate, and I, a greedy kitten, have put a piece in my mouth and chewed it. With a gentle bite, the oil of braised pork came out and almost burned my mouth!
4. Write a composition about cooking with onomatopoeia. Is it okay to make pancakes?
Kitchen music
On Saturday morning, my mother and I can't remember what to eat. My mother suddenly made a suggestion-pancakes.
Mother went into the kitchen to work, and sweet "music" came from the kitchen. Mother first dug two cups of flour, poured a little water, and then got up with a whoosh, as fast as flying clouds. The batter soon came to life. My mother cut the chopped green onion again, then cut a little ham sausage in the batter, stirred it, and when it was ready, she began to bake the cake.
Mother asked me to pour some batter into the electric baking pan. As soon as I poured in the batter, the oil in the pot splashed on the table. I hurried back to hide, glad that the oil flower didn't splash on me. In this way, cake after cake is ready. I am very excited. Although I am very tired, I am glad to help my mother cook.
Dad came back from work, slammed the door and smelled pancakes. So he smelled the smell and went to the kitchen. When he saw the cake we baked, he quickly caught one with chopsticks and ate it "click, click". I am so happy to see my father eating so well!
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I want to write a 450-word cooking assignment. This morning, the soft sunshine through the window, I opened my sleepy eyes. I saw that the clock on the desk showed 6:30, and I think my parents should still be sleeping. At this time, I want to give my parents a surprise-to be the "chief helmsman" for one day.
Thought of here, I can't restrain my excitement and excitement. I immediately got up to wash, dressed carefully, walked gently to the hall, took out my pocket money from the piggy bank and walked to the vegetable market. Wow! The vegetable market is really lively! Although the vegetable market is not very big, it sells a lot of things! The so-called sparrows are small and complete.
After I turned around, I bought some tomatoes and eggs ... When I got home, I washed the rice with a basin, then put the washed rice in the rice cooker, covered the lid, turned on the power and started cooking. Then take out the tomatoes and eggs, wash and cut them for use, then light a fire, pour a spoonful of oil into the pot, and then add ginger, garlic and so on. Then add the beaten eggs and tomatoes, stir fry back and forth, and finally add seasonings such as salt and monosodium glutamate. Soon after, a simple scrambled egg with tomatoes came out of the pot.
Breakfast is finally ready. I am sweating like a pig. I'm looking forward to my parents getting up and tasting. Suddenly, I heard a voice from my parents' room, calling my parents to get up. As soon as they went out, they saw my cooking. They are in high spirits, as if unable to resist the temptation of delicious food. They immediately tasted it and praised me as a capable and good son, and the dishes I cooked were delicious.
Through this takeover, I feel that cooking is not so easy. I deeply realize that my parents work so hard every day, and they have to cook, wash clothes, correct homework and mop the floor when they go home ... sometimes they have to face the cynicism that our food is not appetizing. This "chief helmsman" is not simple! With this in mind, I feel deeply ashamed ... I think we should do more to help our parents and lighten their burden during the holidays.
6. Extract 600 words from an article about cooking. I saw my mother making assorted cucumbers, so I did. I cut the cucumber into long pieces, but the cucumber always rolls around when I don't listen to you, and I haven't cut it well many times. My mom says you have to grab it and cut it like this. I think it's mom's major. I cut a plate according to what my mother taught me. The next step should be to stir the sauce. I bring the bowl, first pour some soy sauce, then some vinegar, then scoop a spoonful of sesame juice, and finally pour some sesame oil and mix well. The seasoning is finally ready. Mother put the food on the table and said to her father, "Try my daughter's cooking." Dad picked up the cucumber, dipped it in some sauce and began to cook. I tried to follow my mother's cooking method. I washed the cabbage first, peeled some potatoes, then opened the electric frying pan and poured some oil in it. Soon, the oil smoked. At this time, I quickly poured the soy sauce, and then poured the vegetables into the pot to stir fry. Stir-fry for a while, add some salt and water, and then cover the pot. After about five or six minutes, the food was ready. At this time, my parents came back. They are happy to see me cooking. I quickly let them taste my cooking, and my parents said it was delicious after tasting it. I also tasted it curiously, and it turned out that it was not delicious, and the food seemed to be undercooked. But I still asked my mother to order my next dish.
Stir-fried pork heart. "
I can't wait. I really want to start making it right away. The first step is to peel onions. My mother asked me to peel onions from the protruding head layer by layer to the roots. I picked up the biggest one and peeled off its first thin skin. This layer of skin is dry and easy to peel off, and it will fall off with a gentle rub. Peel off the first layer and you will see deep purple. This layer is a little thicker than the previous one, which is a bit difficult to peel. I peeled the onion layer by layer until it turned pink. Then, rub the pig heart in water, rinse it, and cut it into small pieces with onions. The smell of onions is so strong that my eyes are red and I want to cry. But there is something fishy about the pig's heart, because it is still dangling and it is difficult to cut.
It's finally on fire. I put the pre-cut shredded ginger into the freshly oiled pot and lit it. When the oil is hot, scrape the pig heart into the pot with a shovel and stir it back and forth. Because I was in a hurry, I accidentally spilled oil on my hand. I was afraid that the things in the pot were on fire, so I didn't care much. I quickly wiped them off and went on working. I saw that the water in the pot was running out, so my mother asked me to pour half a bowl of tap water into the pot. It takes about two or three times to pour water like this, and the amount poured each time is the same. Later, under the guidance and supervision of my mother, I poured some cooking wine and soy sauce to remove the fishy smell. When the pig's heart turned white, I reached over and bent down to pour in the side dishes, onions and peppers, then stir-fry with a shovel and soak the soy sauce in the side dishes. There's a lot more in the pot at once, so it's hard to turn over a lot. I hold a spatula in my right hand, grab the handle in my left hand, scrape the food to the middle, poke it in the middle with a spatula, and then stir fry. Finally, after I covered the pot, I smothered the dish for a while, and then sprinkled salt and chicken essence evenly on the dish.
Finally, I lifted the lid, and a fragrant smell came to my nose. Stir-fried pork hearts with bright colors and delicious sauces were served on the table. I picked up a piece, which was fragrant, tender and delicious.
7. Write a composition about cooking, and cook with at least 5 onomatopoeia words for the first time.
First cooking
Ding Lijing, Grade 6, Denglin Primary School, Shijing Township, Huaining County
Today is Sunday. My mother is doing farm work outside. It's almost noon, my stomach has protested to me, but my mother hasn't come back yet. What should I do? By the way, the teacher taught us to share more housework for our parents the other day. Why don't I take this opportunity to help my mother cook a meal?
I looked for some potatoes and finally peeled them and washed them.
After cutting potatoes, I waved a kitchen knife like my mother, but the kitchen knife didn't work in my hand. I went to the east and west. Look at the potato, it seems to be deliberately against me, rolling around on the chopping block. After a pause, I clenched the kitchen knife, held down the potato and cut it carefully. At the moment, they seem very obedient. I cut them piece by piece, and my heart was full of joy.
Everything is ready. It's time to fry potatoes. I lit the fire first, then sat on the pot and poured some oil in it. The oil was hot, so I quickly pushed the potatoes into the pot. Suddenly, an oil smoke hit my face and made me cry. While wiping my tears, I "retired": Alas, if I had known this, why should I have? But then I remembered the teacher's words a few days ago and dismissed the idea just now. "Hey, which come of burnt taste? No, the potatoes are burnt. " * * * shovel up at random, I saw potatoes "jumping" in the pot, up and down or so, and several pieces jumped out of the pot. Although I was sweating profusely, the mashed potato pot became more and more unpalatable, so I had to add a small ladle of water to the pot, cover it and stew it. After about five or six minutes, I opened the lid and saw that it was not badly burned. I am very happy.
Next, I cooked several dishes and an egg soup! While humming a ditty, I put the food on the table and waited 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. After my mother praised me, I took a bite of chopsticks. I looked at my mother with delight. Suddenly my mother frowned, and I was puzzled. I quickly asked, "What's the matter?" Mom then smiled and said, "delicious, delicious!" " "I held out my chopsticks and tried it." Ah! The potatoes are burnt and light. " I stuck out my tongue in disappointment and looked at my mother embarrassedly. When my mother saw this, she comforted me and said, "It's not easy to burn like this for the first time. Don't be sad. "After listening to my mother's words, I feel that I usually lack exercise and should work harder to share housework for my parents.
8. 1. Writing a book and keeping a diary "Cooking" Today, when I was washing vegetables in the kitchen, my mother suddenly asked me if I wanted to cook, too. I agreed at once.
The first course is fried rice with eggs. Mother poured the oil first, and then put the rice in. It's my turn I smashed the rice with a shovel first, and then I kept turning it over. The naughty little rice jumped up as soon as it touched the oil. So, my mother poured the eggs in again and asked me to keep turning them over, trying to make them even, but the eggs soon stuck to the bottom of the pot. However, the golden fried rice with eggs was soon cooked.
The second course is cooking. First, pour in the oil, and then my mother pours in the cut vegetables. I keep frying and frying. Cooking is very simple, just stir-fry and turn over. My mouth watered when I looked at the delicious dishes.
Put two plates of delicious steak on the table. It's delicious! I will learn to cook more dishes next time.
9. I have some experience in writing composition about cooking process. From the age of 10, I had an idea to learn cooking from my parents, hoping to be a good cook like them in the future.
In the past, every time I ate, because I couldn't cook, I had to sit at the table and wait for my parents to finish the dishes, and then help me to serve them. Since I began to learn the idea of cooking, every time my parents cook, I stand by and watch and learn the steps and methods of cooking different dishes. However, after studying for half a year, I can't learn anything without learning. However, I didn't lose heart and continued to study. Sure enough, "hard work pays off." Last National Day, I finally learned a dish and cooked it successfully.
On the night of National Day, my parents and I said, "Today, I'm going to cook a dish-scrambled eggs with shallots. Please have a taste and see if I am good at it. " So, just do it. I'll start at once. The following materials are needed to make this dish: leeks, eggs, salt, chicken essence and so on. First of all, we should make proper preparations. First, chop the shallots and mix the eggs well. Then, put the leek powder into the egg, stir it evenly, and add ingredients such as salt and chicken essence. Step 3, put the oil in the pot, heat it to 70~80℃, pour the leek egg paste into the pot and fry it for 3-5 minutes. Finally, put the scrambled eggs in a bowl, and a scrambled egg with chives will be ready. I watched the time while cooking, for fear of keeping them waiting. I was busy for about a quarter of an hour, and finally finished writing, thinking: haha! I finally cooked a good dish, and my parents will praise me for it after eating it.
After cleaning the stove, I put the plate on the table. My parents smelled the charming fragrance and couldn't wait to take a bite. After careful tasting, they praised me again and again, saying that I had grown up and learned to cook. I listened, and my heart was filled with joy.
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learn to cook
This morning, I came to the kitchen to watch my mother cook. At that time, my mother told me that when she was my age, she had cooked for my grandparents and uncles. Look at me, but I can't cook yet. It's really a pity, but I also admire my mother. So I decided to learn cooking from my mother today.
First, my mother brought bamboo shoots, pulled off their shells, washed them with clear water, cut them into pieces, then washed the bones and stewed them in a pot filled with water. I asked my mother, "How long will it take to stew?" My mother said to me, "About half an hour!"
Mother began to prepare other dishes while stewing bones and bamboo shoots. I saw my mother wash the vegetables, then cut off the roots of each handful and put them aside. Beat the eggs again, stir well, cut the onions and set aside.
I started frying eggs. My mother put down the oil first, and then put down the eggs when the pot is hot, and stir-fry them. After a while, my mother put down the salt and continued to stir fry. It was almost time to cook, and my mother finally put in onions. After about half a minute, the eggs are cooked. Looking at the delicious eggs, I can't help but want to taste them. Wow, it smells good. Finally put the eggs on the other side.
Then, I started cooking. Like eggs, I put down the oil first, and then put down the dishes when the pot is hot. But like eggs, the most troublesome thing is that oil always overflows. Fortunately, I dodged quickly and dodged. Add salt, stir fry, finally add monosodium glutamate, and finally it's fine again.
During this period, my mother spiced the bones and bamboo shoots.
The last dish was jellyfish soaked last night, and soon, a sumptuous dish appeared.