1. Grandma learns to make steamed buns composition

[Grandma learns to make steamed buns composition]

The steamed buns made by grandma are delicious, with thin skin, delicious taste and bright color. It's tempting. Every time you open the lid of the pot, the aroma comes out, making people salivate. Grandma learns how to make steamed buns. But who knows, how many experiments did Grandma go through to get such delicious buns? At the beginning, grandma kneaded the dough and steamed it in a pot. As a result, the buns were flat, not foamy, and tasted hard, like a "dead noodle". Later, based on someone else's recommendation, my grandma added some edible cornstarch when kneading the dough. However, when it was steamed, the dough turned yellow and tasted bitter and astringent. composition". ... In this way, after practicing again and again, grandma finally mastered the method of making steamed buns. That is: the filling should be fresh, and if it is meat filling, it should be half fat and half thin, so that it is fragrant and delicious; when making the dough, use "old noodles" to allow the dough to ferment properly; the dough should be thin. ... Eating the steamed buns made by grandma, I thought, when will I have a unique skill like grandma? A 250-word essay about grandma learning to make dumplings. 2. An essay on two or three things about grandma making dumplings.

Grandma is from Shaoxing. Although he and Lu Xun were from the same hometown, he could not read a few Chinese characters, and it was difficult to even write his name. Grandma's figure is also a typical southern figure, short and round, making her look "petite".

From birth to before entering elementary school, I spent my childhood at my grandma’s house. I learned to speak Shaoxing dialect from my grandma, and I can still come up with a few words from time to time, but I can no longer speak half of the authentic Shaoxing dialect. But the habit of calling grandma "Empress" (the Shaoxing people's name) has never changed.

Grandma makes good wontons, and all the wontons that pass through her hands are as delicate and delicate as works of art. For as long as I can remember, my grandma’s wontons have always been the staple food every once in a while. I can’t remember exactly what it tasted like, but what impressed me most was not grandma’s delicious wontons, but her dumplings.

I remember that day, I suddenly clamored for wontons, so my grandma had to go out temporarily to buy wonton wrappers and fillings. I craned my neck and waited at the window for a long time, but then I got round and thick dumpling wrappers. I asked my grandma strangely, why didn’t she buy the square thin skin instead of the round and thick skin? Grandma apologized and said she was late, the wonton wrappers were sold out and only the dumpling wrappers were left. Then he explained to me that dumplings and wontons are almost the same.

In fact, dumplings and wontons, the representative pasta of the north and the south, can be said to be completely different, but I was still young at that time, so I was ignorant and nodded in agreement. That day, as usual, I leaned my head on the high table and waited to admire my grandma's superb dumpling making skills. But my grandma drove me out to play uncharacteristically. I felt strange and refused to leave. Grandma had no choice but to start wrapping. 3. Composition on making steamed buns

We got up early and prepared to make steamed buns by ourselves. You must be excited, so come and take a look.

First of all, we took out the self-rising flour and bean paste stuffing we bought yesterday, and started to get busy like the kitchen in the canteen. Dad was responsible for kneading the noodles, mom helped dad, and I was responsible for putting the bean paste filling into the bowl. The sun gradually rose, and we completed our respective tasks one after another.

Next it’s time to make the buns. My mother didn't know how to make it, so she made it into a round ball with a hole at the bottom, which looked like a glutinous rice ball. We laughed at it. Dad started to do it, and he mastered the skills. The buns he made were exactly the same as those sold outside, as if they were copied. I felt itchy after seeing it, and quickly asked my father for advice. It looks like a simple flower bun, but it is difficult to learn. When I watched my father make bags, he just folded them again and again, and soon a bun was ready. But when it came to my hands, I folded and folded again and again. When it was done, the mouth couldn't be closed anymore. The stuffing couldn't be wrapped in and was exposed. Finally, my father had to come and seal it for me. Look at the buns I made. Because they were discounted too much, they were almost turning into dough. Why is it so ugly? I was puzzled and tried another one. Alas, it's still the same as before.

Although the buns I made were not as good-looking as my dad, my dad still praised me, because although the buns I made were not good-looking, I tried to make them, but my mother said that this kind of buns could not be made. Didn't even try to do it.

When the sun was shining all over the earth, we were enjoying the bean paste buns made by ourselves with relish. Although they were not as delicious as those made in the canteen, we were still very happy. 4. The third grade composition "The buns are so delicious" 300 words

This morning, I made buns with my mother.

First, let’s make the noodles. Mom poured the flour into the big basin, I poured in the baking powder, added some water, and then my mother started kneading it over and over. After a while, the white flour turned into dough, but my mother said it would take a while before she could wrap it.

While the noodles were waking up, we started making the stuffing. I chopped the meat into a paste with a knife, washed and chopped the onions, poured them into a large basin, and added some Season, stir, and the filling is ready.

About half an hour later, the dough woke up and I could finally start making it. I took a piece of dough that my mother had rolled out, put some stuffing in it, and held the dough with one hand. , pinching it with the other hand, my first bun was wrapped, but the "mouth" was cracked. My mother said that the stuffing would escape, so I patiently wrapped a few more, and it didn't take much time. Thanks to my hard work, I finally made some perfect buns. Mom also taught me how to make a few rabbit bags!

Making buns is so fun!

I feel so happy thinking that I will eat the buns made by myself soon. 5. Composition on Making Steamed Buns

At this time, every household is busy making steamed buns, and our family is no exception.

Early in the morning, everyone made the fillings for the buns, including: sesame candy, rice, vegetables and my favorite meat. Our family bakes the buns outside. After dinner, we put the bun fillings. We took the stuffings to the store to make them. There were many people there when we went there, so we made them ourselves. Grandpa kept rolling the dough, and I kept pressing it. From time to time, I grabbed a little flour and sprinkled it. Dad and My brother was admiring at the side. The first steamed bun was made of meat. I watched my grandma put the stuffing on the steamed bun and wrap it around with her hands. I wanted to try it, but I couldn’t squeeze it out no matter how hard I squeezed it. In the end, I could only make one dumpling, "There is no more dough!" I shouted loudly, and the old master came over and lifted up the cloth in the big vat. When I saw it, it turned out to be dough. The old master cut it with a knife. A piece of noodles like big fat meat came out. I clicked a little bit of the fat with my hands, and it felt comfortable. I used skillful techniques to pull the noodles into small noodles. I pressed them into cakes one by one and gave them to grandpa. Roll. Soon, the stuffed meat came out. It was very hot, but I still couldn't keep my mouth cold. I took one and it was burned to death. I took a bite and it was very juicy. It was like soup dumplings. I loved it so much. I took a few. One for those uncles and aunts who had worked hard all day. They also said it was delicious. I was very happy. The buns were all steamed. It was already half past four. We packed the buns into bags, paid and were ready to leave.

When I got home, I opened the bag and smelled the fragrant big buns tempting me to eat one. I couldn't help but took a meat bun and ate it in big mouthfuls. It was so delicious. 6. Ask a beggar child to buy steamed buns for grandma.

Today, my grandma made steamed buns. First, grandma made the flour into a large basin of dough. Then, grandma let the large pot of dough rise for a while. (Let the dough rise for a while to make the buns softer.) After the dough rose for a while, grandma made the filling. There are sesame and peanut fillings. The sesame filling is very sweet; because grandma put two bags of sugar in the sesame seeds, the sesame filling is very sweet. After it was done, grandma made the buns.

Grandma first made the dough into a long, long strip, and then used a knife to cut the dough into many steamed bun-like things. Then press the steamed bun flat, then add the filling; then close the bun, and the bun is ready. Grandma is so good at making it. One after another, beautiful. I thought to myself: I must make beautiful and delicious buns next time! 7. Grandma’s food is so delicious. Look at the pictures and write words.

After I got home from school today, I smelled a delicious smell. It turned out that grandma was cooking. I walked over curiously to see how the food was cooked.

At my request, grandma agreed to cook me a dish of "braised pork ribs". Grandma first made some preparations for cooking. She washed the ribs, chopped them into small pieces, and chopped onions and ginger. Then, grandma cleaned the pot, lit the fire with a "pop" sound, and after a few seconds, poured some more oil. When the oil started to smoke, she added the ribs to the pot. I saw grandma holding a spatula, stir-frying a few times calmly, then adding chopped green onion and shredded ginger, a few drops of soy sauce, sprinkled with half a spoonful of salt, and stir-fried again. Then, grandma poured half a basin of water into the pot, covered the pot, and stewed the meat.

About a quarter of an hour later, the soup gradually dried up, and grandma calmly sprinkled some MSG and stir-fried a few times. "It's ready," grandma said as she poured the vegetables onto the plate. It smelled so good. I couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, put a piece of spareribs into my mouth, closed my eyes, and tasted it carefully. 8. I helped grandma make dumplings composition

One morning during the summer vacation, grandma got up.

After breakfast, she rushed to the store and bought dumpling skins, pork, and tofu. Grandma bought so many things and came home.

I met and asked: "Grandma, do you want to make dumplings today!" Grandma said: "Yes!" I quickly washed my hands and said to grandma: "I want to help too. You make dumplings." At about five o'clock in the afternoon, grandma took out some fresh pork from the refrigerator and cleaned it.

Then, chop the pork into minced meat with a knife. Knead the tofu into mashed tofu and mix it with the meat paste evenly. The meat filling is ready.

Grandma first took out a piece of dumpling wrapper, put some dumpling filling in the wrapper, pinched both sides of the dumpling wrapper with her hands, and a dumpling was ready. I also followed my grandma's example, first picked up a thin piece of dumpling wrapper, sandwiched some dumpling fillings, and wrapped both sides of the dumpling wrapper.

However, the dumplings I made had too much filling. I accidentally tore the dumpling wrapper and exposed the filling. I thought grandma would scold me for being stupid, but she said gently: "Don't put too much filling in the dumplings, just the right amount.

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I started making dumplings again. Finally, I practiced repeatedly and finally learned how to make dumplings. In the evening, I ate the delicious dumplings, and then I realized the principle of first bitter and then sweet. 9. Grandma's A 780-word essay on dumplings

Grandma’s Dumplings

Whenever the dumpling shop on the street smells the aroma of dumplings, I will think of grandma and grandma’s dumplings. Dumplings...

When I was young, my grandma often made dumplings for me and my brother to eat at home. Sometimes we had a "war" over a leftover dumpling. At that time, grandma was standing by. Standing quietly, smiling happily, my brother and I stood aside and watched how grandma made dumplings. Sometimes we also learned to make a few. However, they are not very pretty, and they are either "general belly" or "little skinny monkey". Now, my brother and I can't laugh or cry when we talk about it. Gradually, as we grow up, we will too. It’s time to make dumplings, and grandma is getting older. Although she can still make dumplings, she always forgets some steps. The dumplings she makes are just like the ones my brother and I made when we were young. Although the appearance has changed, the dumplings The taste will never change because - grandma made it for us, and the dumplings will always have the taste of grandma.

I remember one time, it was grandma’s birthday, dad, mom and uncle. Together with my aunt, I made a dumpling feast. My brother and I helped grandma pour tea and water, and served her so happily that her eyes almost narrowed to the point of squinting. My brother and I said to grandma: "Grandma, today is your birthday, and you are the birthday boy." When you eat dumplings later, there will be one of your favorite radish fillings inside. If you eat it, you will be lucky. After hearing this, grandma shook her head and said with a smile: "Haha, I am already so old and have presbyopia. How can I be so lucky to eat my favorite dumplings stuffed with radish?" I pouted and said, "Grandma, maybe you will eat it!" "After a while, the dumplings were steamed. My brother and I helped grandma sit on the chair. Then I picked up the chopsticks and put a few dumplings into grandma's bowl. I said to grandma: "Grandma, you are so lucky. Come on! "Grandma smiled and picked up the chopsticks to eat the dumplings. When she bit into the fourth one, she suddenly shouted: "Ah, these are my favorite dumplings stuffed with radish!" I bit it! My brother and I smiled and said, "Grandma, I have long told you that you are lucky!" Why don't you believe it? You see, no, we were right! "The entire dumpling feast was filled with laughter throughout the room.

To this day, I still can’t forget the taste of the dumplings my grandma made for me and my brother to eat, because - it is Grandma made it.