I can cook. In the composition 1 code of daily behavior for primary school students, I said: do your own thing. One day, my mother was not at home, so I had no choice but to cook by myself. Finally, I learned to cook.
It was a sunny morning, and my mother was going to my grandmother's house, leaving me alone at home. I had a good time all morning. At noon, my stomach couldn't help growling. I thought about it: Do you want to eat out? Hey, it's a pity that I'm broke. Do it yourself? Unfortunately, I can't. Hey, aren't there some cold rice and eggs at home? I can cook fried rice with eggs.
I began to learn to cook. I turned on the gas, put the pot on the stove, followed my mother's example, poured the cold rice into the pot, then shoveled it left and right with a spatula, then put the salt in, and fried it again. At this time, I tasted the rice and fried it. At this time, my eyes were bigger than balloons, and I vomited all my food. I said to myself, "Bah! Bah! What is this? It's worse than pig food. "
I learned the lesson from the last lesson and was about to do it again when my father's familiar voice came from my ear: "Son, what are you doing?" Dad came over and tasted my cooking and smiled: "Did you make this?" I blushed, but immediately said, "I can do it well." I picked up a spatula and turned over the cold rice in the wok, adding some salt and oil like my mother. I fry the rice, then put the omelet fried in advance in the pot and turn the rice over. In a short time, delicious fried rice with eggs is ready. Dad tasted it, gave a thumbs-up and said, "You are great!" " "I am ecstatic.
In this way, I learned to cook delicious fried rice with eggs. I also learned from it that no matter what you do, as long as you pay, experience with your heart and master the skills, you will certainly get something.
I can cook. Composition 2 Mom and Dad are not at home today, before leaving. Mom and dad said to go home on time at two o'clock in the afternoon. However, I started eating at twelve o'clock, and my parents were not at home. What should I do?
At noon 12, I had no choice but to cook by myself. I am going to cook rice. I took out the ingredients for cooking rice. Rice, water and rice cookers are all ready. I washed the rice first. I feel very clean. Then, I put the washed rice into the rice cooker, add some water, plug in the power supply and press the switch. Steamed for an hour, and finally steamed. What delicious rice!
At two o'clock, my mother came back, just before my mother ate. My mother tasted my cooking and praised me for my talent in cooking. So, my mother announced that I could cook. I jumped for joy! ! ! Mom is also very happy. I learned to cook.
At noon the next day, my mother wanted to eat my meal again. My mother tested me in jiaozi. Mom made me skin and I made stuffing. Then put it in water and cook it, and the perfect jiaozi will come out. Although the package is a bit poor, I think learning to cook should have a foundation, which can't be learned at once.
I learned to cook thoroughly today, and I feel very sweet and happy.
I can cook. Today, my father taught me to cook, because I want to cook for my parents. First of all, my father made it for me. First, I washed the rice cooker, and then put some water in it …
It's my turn to cook. I washed the rice cooker first, and then scooped two bowls of rice into the rice cooker. I scoured again and again, and finally washed the rice clean. Then, I put a proper amount of water into the rice cooker, covered the lid, connected the power supply, and the rice began to cook.
When the meal is ready, I can't wait to turn on the rice cooker and have a look. "My God!" "I said, how can the rice under the rice cooker become hard and yellow?" Dad came over and said, "Because there is something wrong with the rice cooker, the rice you cooked with me is hard and yellow."
I took a bite. Ah, it's delicious. The rice is fragrant, soft and delicious. When my parents were away, no one cooked for me, but I learned to cook, so I could cook my own rice. This cooking let me know that cooking is not only a very simple thing, but also a very happy and happy thing.
I can do composition 4. I couldn't help having fun this summer vacation and learned to scramble eggs! Let me give you a brief introduction to the process of my scrambled eggs and my feelings of scrambled eggs.
When I scrambled eggs for the first time, my mother said to put the oil in the pot first, and then pour the eggs in when the oil emitted blue smoke. Then I put a spoonful of salt. Yes, I have tasted it. There seems to be too much salt. The second time I cooked it, I used the same method, only this time I cut a tomato with half a spoonful of salt. My mother said it was scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and it tasted just right the second time. At this time, my mother said that scrambled eggs are difficult to cook. Although they look simple, they will become more and more cooked after being cooked twice. Just like playing a strange song on the piano several times, you will be very familiar with it, and scrambled eggs are no exception.
I not only learned to scramble eggs, but also learned that when you face a strange thing, as long as you have the patience to cook it a few times, you will be familiar with it.
I can cook. I see my mother cooking for us very hard every day, so I want to help my mother. I think I'm almost eight years old and should share some housework for my mother. It's almost noon. I walked into the kitchen. Like my mother usually cooks, I take out the pot in the rice cooker, beat two boxes of rice, wash the rice again, add water, put the pot in the rice cooker, turn the knob to the cooking place, cover it and press the power switch. I think this will make this meal delicious.
Before long, I only heard the chirping of Dianfanbao. I said, "Something's wrong, Mom." Without saying anything, mom ran in and turned off the power. Mom said, "You certainly didn't dry the bottom of the pot, so you put it in." I nodded. Mom opened the lid and took it out for me to dry the bottom of the pot with a dry towel. Meanwhile, my mother told me that there was too much water. My mother just taught me that the water is one finger taller than the meter. I noticed the extra water and wiped the bottom of the pot again. Put it in the rice cooker, turn the knob to the cooking place, cover it and press the power switch.
After about twenty minutes, the meal will be ready. I picked up the bowl and filled it with my cooked rice, which smelled delicious. Mom and dad praised me for eating my cooking. Really capable. I'm so happy that I can finally help my mother.
I can cook. On Sunday, I finished my homework and watched TV. My mother called and said I would be late. I wanted to cook for my mother.
I sliced the dish like my mother, then I beat an egg, stirred it evenly and put it in the pot. There was a bang, and suddenly oil spilled everywhere. Just then, a naughty oil bead splashed on my arm, forming a big bubble. I didn't want to do it at first, but I remembered the scene when my mother cut my hand with a kitchen knife while cooking for me, and insisted on doing it for me, so
In this way, a delicious dish was served. Then my mother came back and said, "What's that smell?" Then she went into the restaurant, saw the food and said, "Who cut the food? Too big. " When I heard this from my mother, my smile disappeared. Thought; I cooked a meal, but I still don't like it. Mom added, "But it smells good."
Today's meal tastes particularly delicious to me. I don't know what happened.
I can cook. On Sunday, I finished my homework and lay in bed thinking, "Mom and Dad go out early and come home late every day." What's more, it's too hard for my mother to come back from work and cook every day! " So, I will cook a delicious meal for them.
To start, I put the menu on the operating table, found some cucumbers and some meat stuffing, and prepared to make the first dish, "Emerald Longan", which is a craft dish. I'll hollow out the cucumber first, then stuffed it with meat, steamed it, and carved some radish flowers, and it's OK.
To make another winter melon soup, cut the winter melon into pieces first, and then add seasonings such as water and salt.
In the evening, my mother came back and smiled happily when she saw this table of dishes. Don't mention how happy you are to see the smile on mom's face!
I can cook. When I saw my grandmother cooking, I remembered the first time I cooked. Three dishes were cooked at that time. The first one is "beef heart cabbage". The second course is "Fried Beans". The third way is to "fry peas".
The first course needs a cabbage. First cut a little with a knife, then pull it out, and then pull it out several times in a row. Then cut it into small pieces with a knife. I thought it was funny after I cut it. Chinese cabbage slices are large and small. Wash it with clear water, put it in a basin after washing, and fry it when the water is dry. Add some monosodium glutamate and salt, and then stir fry constantly, and the "beef heart cabbage" is ready. The second course is easy to cook. Wash some beans with clear water, then pour some oil into the pot and stir-fry the beans constantly. After a few minutes, "fried beans" will be fine. The process of the third course is the same as that of the second course: take some peas and wash them with clear water, then pour a little oil into the pot and constantly stir-fry the peas in the pot. After a while, the "fried peas" were ready.
How's it going? Am I okay?
I can cook. I'm in grade three, but I've never cooked. Because the teacher has a lot of homework, I never have free time to cook. It happened that today was Children's Day, and the teacher assigned little homework, so I finished it ahead of schedule. So I called my mother to teach me how to cook.
Animals must quickly learn the first skill when they are born, that is, running. Because animals have learned to run, they can avoid enemy attacks. People are no exception, because the first need of living is to eat, so people must master a skill-cooking. I learned to cook by accident.
I can cook composition 10 Today is a special day, because today my mother said she would teach me to cook, and I readily agreed to this.
I saw my mother first filled two bowls of rice from a rice bag and put them in a stainless steel basket. Then I poured a basin of water and put the stainless steel basket in the basin. My mother rubbed a few meals with her hand, and I put my hand in and rubbed it a few times. "Oh, it's so cold!" I can't help crying. Mother said: "Don't wash rice many times, because the nutrition in rice will be lost, mainly to see if there are pebbles and other sundries in rice." Then, mother put the rice in the rice cooker and added some water. I asked my mother curiously, "How much water should I add?" "Because rice is old rice, old rice is swollen, so put more water and measure it with your index finger. The distance from the water surface to the meter is only one and a half meters. If it is new rice, put less water. " Mother patiently explained. I put my finger in and measured it. Only a quarter and a half. Finally, turn off the rice cooker and press the cooking button. After about twenty minutes, there was a "glug" inside, and the rice cooker jumped from "cooking stall" to "heat preservation stall", and the rice was cooked.
In this way, I cooked the meal carefully, and I don't want to mention how happy I am.