The 600-word essay on learning to cook is as follows:

One day during the winter vacation, I had nothing to do, so I poked around at home. Suddenly, I thought: Oh, other students can cook, but I live like a princess. It is often said that "clothes come to stretch out hands, food comes to open mouth". No, I can't go on like this, otherwise, I will become a "waste" sooner or later. I must make something to impress my family.

Inadvertently, I saw potatoes, and I thought of a good idea: Aren’t shredded potatoes my favorite? Can I cook them and eat them?

Thinking of this, I learned Just like my mother, I became the little master at home.

I picked up a potato, washed it, then peeled off the skin, then carefully picked up the fruit knife (because the kitchen knife was afraid of hurting my hands) and slowly and gently cut the potato into shreds. . I picked up the potatoes with one hand and the fruit knife with the other, and cut them one by one. I found that some potatoes were cut very thin, and some were cut very thick. What should I do?

I laid the potatoes flat and slowly cut them diagonally in the middle with a paring knife. Without paying attention, the potato slices ran away as if they had grown legs. Alas! It turns out that cooking is so difficult!

I finished cutting the potatoes, and when I looked at them again, I found that the potato shreds were long or short, thick or thin. I thought helplessly: What is going on! Huang Qige, Huang Qige, how many times have I told you to be more careful in your work, but you just don’t listen. You are careless every time you do things. I don’t feel like it in my heart. Stop blaming yourself.

Everything is ready, it’s time to fry the shredded potatoes. I lit the fire first, then put the pot on and poured a little oil into the pot. When the oil was hot, I quickly poured the shredded potatoes into the oil pan. Suddenly, a puff of oil smoke came to my face, choking me to tears. I picked up the shovel and shoveled it up randomly, and saw the potato shreds dancing a "Latin dance" in the pot. Suddenly up and down, left and right, and a few pieces jumped out of the pot. These are some naughty little guys.

I was humming a little tune while putting the dishes on the table, waiting for my mother to come back.

My mother finally came back. I eagerly welcomed her to the table and pulled her to eat the food I cooked. My mother praised me and picked up the chopsticks to "taste" it. I looked at my mother with pleasure. Suddenly my mother frowned, and I was stunned, and quickly asked: "How is it?" Then my mother smiled and said: "Absolutely delicious, absolutely delicious."

I seemed a little doubtful, so I quickly stretched out my chopsticks to try it out. , "Ah, the potato shreds are soft and bland." I stuck out my tongue in disappointment and looked at my mother embarrassedly. Seeing this, my mother comforted me and said: "It's okay. It doesn't matter if you don't do it well the first time. You will do better the second time than the first."

After hearing what my mother said, I knew: With the third Once, there will be a second time, but each time will be more progress.