One day in the summer vacation, my father was on a business trip, and my mother couldn't get off work until late. My stomach was already hungry. Why not take the opportunity to cook a meal by yourself and let my mother change her mind about me? Yes, it is now or never.
After I have made an abacus, I will take action. I'll take out two bowls of rice from the rice bag, put them in the rice cooker, add water and plug them in, and the rice will be fine.
What are you cooking? I usually see it most vividly when my mother scrambled eggs. Yes, just make this dish. I found a bowl and three eggs, picked up an egg and tapped it against the rim of the bowl, and there was a crack in the egg. I poured the egg into the bowl along the crack and stirred it with chopsticks. Soon, my hands were sour, but I still stirred the egg evenly. Then, I poured the stirred egg into the pot with boiled oil, and the egg suddenly turned into a cake. I quickly turned the egg over with a spatula. When the eggs were about to come out of the pot, I put a little chopped green onion. At this time, I found that I didn't take the plate. When I brought the plate, the egg was a little burnt. I quickly put the egg up.
I was enjoying the fruits of my labor happily when my mother came back. After I told her all this, she always sat down at the table, half awake and half suspicious, picked up chopsticks, ate a mouthful of eggs, chewed them carefully, and said after a long time, "OK, when did you learn?" I said mischievously, "I usually learn it quietly!" " My mother looked at me happily and said, "My daughter has grown up!" "
I enjoyed this meal very much because it was the result of my hard work. I didn't expect cooking a meal to be so tiring. Mom and Dad have to cook every day. How hard it will be! In the future, I will cherish the fruits of other people's labor, and I will help my parents do something I can to reduce their burden.
2. Writing a composition on cooking "Cooking for the first time" I have some experience in talking about cooking.
From the age of 10, I had an idea to learn to cook with 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 could only sit at the table and wait for my parents to finish the food, and then help me bring the food to the table and enjoy it.
Ever since I started the idea of learning to cook, 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 didn't learn, and I couldn't do anything.
However, I didn't lose heart and kept on learning. Sure enough, "Hard work pays off". Last National Day, I finally learned a dish and successfully cooked it.
On the evening of National Day, my parents and I said, "Today, I'm going to cook a dish-scrambled eggs with shallots. Please taste it and see if I'm good at it." So, just do it, and I immediately started.
To cook this dish, you need the following materials: chives, eggs, salt, chicken essence and so on. First of all, to make proper preparations, first chop up the shallots and mix the eggs well.
Then, put the minced chives into the eggs, stir them evenly, and add the ingredients such as salt and chicken essence. Step 3, put the oil in the pot, heat it to 70~80℃, pour the chives egg paste into the pot, and fry it for 3-5 minutes with high fire. Finally, put the scrambled eggs into the bowl, and a delicious scrambled egg with chives is made.
I watched the time while cooking, for fear of keeping them waiting. I was busy for about a quarter of an hour, and finally I finished it, thinking: haha! I finally cooked a delicious dish, and my parents will praise me for doing it well after eating it.
After cleaning up the stove, I put the dishes on the table. My parents smelled the charming fragrance and couldn't wait to take a bite. After tasting it carefully, they repeatedly praised me and said that I had grown up and learned to cook. I listened to it, and my heart was full of joy.
Is that okay? If it's good, it's best to give the best, and it's best to give extra points. Thank you and good luck.
I'm twelve years old this year. Today I'm twelve years old, and I'm about to finish my six-year study in primary school.
Some people say, "Twelve-year-old children are still too young and still wet behind the ears". I think, however, that the twelve-year-old child is already a teenager of the motherland, and I have grown up.
Mom and Dad, from today on, I will enter another vigorous youth from an innocent childhood, which is also an era for us to start flying solo. In the past 12 years, I have never left my parents' cradle or your's "hotbed", and all my washed socks are clean and dirty.
Yes, I know that the successors of the 2 1 century should have strong self-care ability, and it is untenable to rely solely on a diploma. Since my mother read the book "Harvard Girl-Liu Yiting", I've been doing quality education all day. One day after dinner, my mother asked me to peel apples. The cold and shiny fruit knife was really scary. I learned from my mother's usual appearance and started my first "show".
Although it has been cut with potholes, it is one-third smaller than the original "size". You encouraged me and didn't condemn me. Usually, I only do my homework quickly. My mother says that my handwriting is flying like wings. Peeling apples is to make me be quiet first and then serious, otherwise the knife won't grow eyes.
Yesterday, my mother worked overtime, and I went to work to find her. I was surprised to learn that my composition was published on the Internet. At first, I was really puzzled. I only knew that my mother's colleagues, uncles and aunts praised me for writing well in unison, and my heart was full of joy. It turns out that every effort really pays off, and I believe what my parents say more and more.
All this was done by my mother in secret, and I gradually learned her good intentions. I know my shortcomings, I am afraid of hardship in learning, and I have no spirit of hard work at all, so my grades are not top-notch. I still have many bad habits, and I don't know how to compete. Comfortable living conditions make me lose my perseverance, but I will try my best to correct them with the help of my parents and teachers.
I'm sleepy. Twelve and eleven think differently. Maybe I really grew up for a year. Two years.
Three years.
Twelve years. Twelve years have passed, and we are going to junior high school.
In twelve years, my life was so happy. Food, clothing, housing and transportation, everything.
Hungry, there is a table of delicious food in front of you; Tired, the mother's apt words and the soft little bed emerged in front of her eyes; Success, that sentence of praise, encouragement and sound warning; I failed. Those warm hands touched my little hands, giving me psychological comfort and a warning of learning from mistakes.
I live in peacetime, how happy I am, without smoke and war. My parents, teachers and classmates also influenced me in my growth.
When I didn't score well in the exam, my classmates' comfort affected me; When I make mistakes, the teacher's criticism also affects me. When I don't obey, my parents' eyes also affect me. Facing graduation means that I ask and accept a bigger challenge; Facing graduation means that we have to start a greater journey; Facing graduation means that we have to re-understand this changeable society.
Yes, this is our harvest season, and it is also the sowing season. Maybe today is the most brilliant time after three years. As a graduate, I clearly realize that this is a midpoint of our life and another starting point. We have no reason to be proud. Only by continuing to work hard is our only banner. Only by constantly refueling can we be worthy of the teachers who have cultivated us for six years and the parents who have influenced me for twelve years.
However, after graduation, our fifty students may not meet again. I used to laugh, I used to be sad, I used to learn, I used to be noisy, I used to be silent, I used to be naive, I used to complain, I used to be crazy, and I used to be in class with my teacher. You wouldn't let me, and I wouldn't let you earn red face.
However, I won't forget this class six (5), these teachers.
.. come on! Be admitted to your ideal junior high school.
Come on! Time is so precious. Use the rest of the time to prove "I am the best!" " .
When the pink peach blossoms bloom again, when the white snow flutters in the sky, when the happy "June 1st" is with me again.
I have grown up by one year and stepped into the threshold of 12 years old. Ah! 12 years old, full of curiosity, full of fantasy, brought me into the previous childhood memories.
Ah! /kloc-I am 0/2 years old. Although I have stepped out of my childishness, I still miss playing house when I was a child; Although I have got rid of my childhood mischief, I still often give my mother trouble; Although I have stepped out of my childhood of riding and wrestling, do I laugh when I think about it?
It means that I am young 12 years old. Ah! /kloc-I am 0/2 years old.
Is no longer a flower in the greenhouse, leaving the greenhouse. Grow independently in different environments like mahogany.
I fantasize about climbing Mount Everest, the highest mountain in the world. I am eager to go to Egypt to see the pyramids there; I hope to go to Hawaii and lie on the beach enjoying the sunshine bath; I prefer to go across the ocean on a luxurious passenger ship.
This is my fantasy 12 years old. Ah! /kloc-I am 0/2 years old.
I like to walk alone in the peach blossom forest. When a breeze gently passes the Buddha, it rains peach blossoms and is full of the breath of releasing nature. I like to blink a pair of curious eyes and stare at the dark sky on the couch in summer, counting the twinkling little stars, "1,2, 3 ..." In this, I deeply realized the joy of life. I learned to appreciate and appreciate the Japanese houses full of folk customs; Appreciate the Huangmei opera with strong Huangmei dialect; Appreciate the beautiful melody of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon", as if I were at the spring under the moon, which is really intoxicating.
This is my poetic 12 years old. Ah! 12 years old, I often travel in the ocean of books.
I hope to read all the famous books in the world. What happened to "The Little Princess" really shouldn't have happened. I often cry for the book Oliver Twist.
I began to explore the mystery of nature, the universe and the stars. That's why I explore and seek knowledge.
4. I learned how to cook a composition. When I was in the summer vacation, the happiest thing was that I learned to cook! It was a sunny noon, and my parents went out to work, leaving me alone at home.
It's almost twelve o'clock, and mom and dad haven't come back yet. So, I thought to myself: Why can't I cook for myself? So, I immediately took out a cookbook, turned to the page where people fried potatoes, carefully read the specific methods, and then I started as a small chef.
I first took out a piece of pork from the refrigerator, thawed it in the microwave oven, and then began to peel potatoes. After peeling, I washed them with white water, and then prepared a basin of water and put it aside. Finally, it's time to cut potatoes. Cutting potatoes is my most nervous link.
My left hand holds the potato and my right hand keeps cutting it. Suddenly, the potato slipped and the kitchen knife almost cut my hand. What a blessing! I'll bring the potatoes up right away and cut them carefully again.
Finally finished cutting, I soaked the cut potatoes in the water prepared in advance. Then cut the garlic.
First, peel the garlic. Then, break the garlic and put it on a plate. I started cooking. I took out the pork in the microwave oven and put it on the pot for a while. Then I put the potatoes soaked in the pot down and fried them together. Finally, I put the garlic down and fried it. Then I put salt and water on it, and then I covered the pot. Soon it was done, haha! No sooner had I brought the delicious food to the table than my parents came back. They were very surprised to see the food on the table and said, "Our son can cook!" " And showed a satisfied smile.
This time cooking made me feel: a person can't reach out with clothes, and his mother and father can't accompany us for a lifetime! We should be diligent and learn to be independent! As long as you have confidence, there is nothing you can't learn or do.
5. Writing the composition of cooking for the first time I have experienced many firsts when cooking for the first time, such as riding a bike for the first time, going to school by myself, being on duty for the first time, etc., but what impressed me the most was cooking for the first time.
One morning in the summer vacation, my father went to play tennis and was not at home. My mother didn't come back from the night shift. I read 15 minutes in the morning, and I felt my stomach growling.
I thought, when mom and dad come back, I don't know when I am a fourth-grade student. When can I learn to cook all kinds of meals and vegetables by myself? If you don't have the first time, you'll never learn. Try it today! I decided to learn to cook a simple meal-cooking instant noodles first. First of all, I filled half a pot of water in a small pot and put it on the gas stove.
Secondly, I tried to turn on the main switch of the gas cooker according to the usual actions of adults and twist it to the left by hand; Then strike a fire, press it down with your hand, and then twist it to the left with a little effort. The first time it didn't hit, I quickly returned the switch to its original position, because I remember my father telling me that although the fire didn't hit, the gas was bubbling, which was very, very dangerous and prone to gas poisoning.
I tried twice, and the third time I finally caught fire. Thirdly, I cut a tomato with a knife and chopped a few parsley.
At this time, the water was boiling. I took out an egg, knocked it gently by the fire table, slowly broke it with my hands, and quickly put it into the pot. About two minutes later, when the egg was almost ripe, I put tomatoes and instant noodles into the pot, and poured three bags of seasoning into the pot respectively. After about a minute, put a small cloth towel on it, take the pot down and put the coriander in it.
A delicious instant noodle was made. I ate my own instant noodles with relish, and I was so happy.
In the future, I will learn to cook all kinds of delicious food. The first time I cooked on Sunday, my parents were at home. I think my parents usually work too hard, and now they finally have time to rest, but they have to cook and wash clothes for me and clean the room. They are very tired.
So, today I decided to cook a meal for my parents and let them have a good rest. My mother was very moved when she knew it. She said to me, "You are too young to do it. You will get hurt if you are not careful."
"No, you usually work too hard. Let me help you today!" After a long morning, it's finally noon. I hurried to the kitchen, and learned to be like my mother in a serious way. First, I found two small pumpkins, a handful of garlic moss and frozen meat that I had already bought, and, by the way, my favorite tomato.
Wearing an apron, I put on my sleeves, carefully picked up a kitchen knife and cut the pumpkin into two pieces. I was about to cut half of it into pieces. When my mother saw me cutting vegetables, she was shocked and said, "Please tilt the knife a little outward, and be careful not to cut your fingers." That makes sense. I thought about it carefully and cut the pumpkin into pieces without much effort, although it was a little thick.
It's a little difficult to cut into silk. I put the pumpkin slices in order and cut them down gently. The pumpkin slices were still a little slippery. I held them down with my left hand, so I clumsily cut the so-called silk with different thicknesses. Finally, the preparatory work was done and the cooking began.
My mother has been watching, giving advice from time to time on how to pour oil and seasoning, when to put the food down, and what it looks like to cook. I listened and followed suit. The pot is "crackling", and my heart is "tinkling". I stir-fry it wildly, and then add seasonings such as salt and monosodium glutamate in a muddle. In this way, the dishes I have prepared are one after another. The most proud thing is my tomato fried egg soup, which tastes no longer.
After dinner, my father took a few bites and said, "It smells good. You are really capable." "Yeah, yeah, I lost my tongue and teeth."
Mother answered humorously. After listening to everyone's praise, I felt my shoulders ache, wiped the sweat on my forehead, and smiled happily. This is my first time cooking! I also understand that seemingly simple things are not easy to do.
Cooking for the first time I have many things to do for the first time, but the most interesting thing is that I cook for the first time. Once, mom and dad were not at home, and it was almost noon and they hadn't come back.
I just want to surprise my parents. I usually eat ready-made food. Today, I will cook dinner for my parents. You don't need to cook porridge. There are steamed buns in the refrigerator. Just heat them in the microwave.
What can I fry? Seriously, I can't fry other dishes, but I can fry eggs. Scrambled eggs then! Do what you say.
I first put the eggs in a bowl, put some salt in it, and then mix them with chopsticks. After the eggs in the bowl are even, I put the oil pan on the gas, light it and put the oil on it. After the oil is hot, I pour the eggs in the bowl into the pot, turn it over with a shovel for cooking, and two minutes later, a plate of scrambled eggs in Huang Chengcheng is delicious. Hardly had I put the plate on the table when the door opened and my parents came back.
"What's delicious and smells so good?" They said with one voice. "Of course, is my favorite scrambled eggs.
I cooked it myself this time. How about a taste of my cooking? ”。
My mother smiled and said to me, "son, you are great!" When I was this big, scrambled eggs were all fried. " He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. "Delicious, delicious."
Dad also rushed over and tasted it. "Smell, it's really fragrant." Looking at the way they wolfed down, my heart was beautiful.
Since then, as long as I have time, I will take the initiative to go to the kitchen. On the one hand, I can refine my cooking skills, and on the other hand, I can give my parents more surprises. Now my cooking level is really good.
6. Mom's cooking composition 300 words Mom is busy with work, so all the meals at home are cooked by grandma. Seeing the sweetness of other children eating the meals cooked by their mothers, I think: When can I eat the meals cooked by my mother?
The opportunity has finally come. One day, grandma took her brother to my aunt's house, leaving only my mother, grandpa and me at home.
Because nothing happened, we all sat on the sofa watching TV. By noon, grandma had not come back, and we were already hungry. It seems that only one of us can be chosen to make lunch.
First of all, I was eliminated because I was too young to cook. Next, grandpa was kicked out. With his mother at home, he can't let grandpa, a big man and elder, cook, can he? In the end, my mother was naturally elected as the chef who cooked lunch.
It's the first time I've seen my mother go into the kitchen. I must not miss the opportunity to enjoy it. I saw my mother put on her apron and walked into the kitchen. Hey! It really looks like a capable housewife.
I saw her cut the food in a few strokes, and I hardly heard the sound of cutting the food. Mom does things really neatly, I thought to myself.
After a while, the children's dishes were put into the pot, just like before, and the dishes were ready without hearing any sound. After a while, all the food was served on the table, and it took only ten minutes before and after, which was really fast! "Dinner is ready-!" We long-awaited "hungry people" quickly sat down at the table.
I saw the dishes on the table were beautiful, including green beans and potatoes from Huang Cancan. The bright green beans with red meat pieces are really impeccable in terms of color matching, and with yellow potato pieces, the colors are extremely rich.
In terms of shape, it is also reasonable: slender beans, square meat pieces and round potatoes (which are almost uncut) are very varied. I picked up a potato and sent it to my mouth. "Wow! So crisp! " I can't help shouting.
Another product, how is it raw! I put another bean in it, which is also raw. Look at that palm-sized piece of meat, hey hey! Now I can remember for a long time. I picked up the meat and took a small bite. I found there was blood in it.
Finally, I had to fill my stomach with rice, but I opened the rice cooker and looked, oh! The rice is still in the water! It turned out that my mother only plugged in the power and forgot to press the brake of the rice cooker. At this time, my cat came over and shouted at me, "Meow!" Screaming, I just remembered that it didn't have lunch like us.
At the right moment, you can give it the meat that you can't eat, so as not to throw it away. Unfortunately, I didn't expect the cat to smell it and turn around and leave. Ha ha! Mom's cooking doesn't even eat cats.
On this day, we were only hungry, and the mess in the kitchen had to wait for grandma to come back and clean up.
7. Write a composition of my first cooking between 700 and 800. In my memory, there have been many "firsts", one by one, like footprints, printed on the road of my growth. However, the most unforgettable thing for me is cooking for the first time.
In the summer vacation when I was 8 years old, my parents went to work at noon one day and didn't come back until the sun went down. My stomach is growling with hunger. I rummaged through the pantry at home and found nothing to eat. 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 learned from my mother's usual cooking style, first added a few scoops of water to the pot, and then went to light the fire. But the fire is not so easy to burn, it seems to be against me, but it won't catch. It's hard to catch fire, and I've made the house foggy.
My face is covered with dust, too, making it look like a Xiaohua Mall. 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 and poured out the fire. I scooped out the water in the pot and started the fire again. I finally caught fire with great efforts and took a long breath. After a while, I felt that the rice was almost cooked, so I picked up the ladle and scooped the rice. I accidentally touched the edge of the pot, and I quickly let go of it. The rice spilled all over the floor and I scooped it again. The rice was finally cooked in the midst of difficulties. I think it's really a lot of trouble. However, I burned all the firewood that my mother moved into the house, and when I opened the pot, the rice was all steamed. I sat on the ground sighing and waiting to be criticized by my parents.
Mom and dad came back from work and saw me laughing like a black-faced Guan Gong. I tried my best to hold back the tears of injustice, but it still flowed down unwillingly. When they learned what had happened, my father dried my tears. Kindly stroked my head and said, "son, what matters for the first time is the experience, not the result." If you do, it means that you dare to try, and today's failure may become tomorrow's success. It doesn't matter, let's do it again. " Dad's encouragement made me full of confidence again. Under the guidance of my parents, we finally cooked a delicious meal. Eating sweet and delicious food, I feel that I am enjoying the fruits of my labor, and I have a strange feeling in my heart.
Now, I have not only learned to cook, but also learned to cook dishes with good color, fragrance and taste. Braised bream is my unique skill. However, I will always think of my first cooking experience and what my father said to me, which inspired me to go from success to success.