In study, work and even life, many people have written compositions. With the help of compositions, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. The following is a peanut essay I compiled for everyone for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Peanut Composition 1

During this period of time, I have been carrying out epidemic prevention at home. I learned to fry peanuts from my father.

I first washed the peanuts I bought from the market and put them on a plate to control the moisture in the peanuts. Brush the frying spoon well, turn on the gas, and the water in the frying spoon dries quickly. I remember my father told me that I must put in the oil when the frying spoon was not hot enough, so I turned off the gas for a while.

When the water in the frying spoon disappeared, I poured some peanut oil, which accounted for about a quarter of the bottom of the frying spoon. I poured the clean peanuts into the frying spoon. I usually see Dad did the same thing. At this time, I turned down the gas heat, picked up a shovel, and stir-fried gently.

I remember my father said: "When frying peanuts, the fire should not be too strong. If it is too strong, the peanuts will burn easily. The fire should not be too weak. If the fire is too weak, the peanuts will not be cooked easily. On the contrary, it tastes very Geng..." My father told me a lot of things to pay attention to, but I feel that I have learned the basic essentials.

Seeing the peanuts rolling in the oil on the frying spoon, I danced the shovel slowly and rhythmically. At this time, I felt as if I was a qualified chef. I wanted to complete the great work of clothing: peanuts The rice is beating in the frying spoon, and from time to time you can see some peanuts taking off their red "coats", as if to show off their charming bodies.

In less than ten minutes, I saw that the peanuts in the frying spoon changed a little bit. The originally red "clothes" were taken off, revealing the snow-white "skin". But in the blink of an eye, the snow-white body It turned into red, black, brown...I panicked, which song did the peanuts sing at this time?

Dad happened to come over and saw that the peanuts had changed their "face". He quickly turned off the gas, took out the peanuts with a shovel, and said to me: "Don't underestimate these fried peanuts, they are also It’s a technical job, if you’re in a hurry, the peanuts will be the same as the ones you fried today.”

I was still a little unconvinced, so I picked one up with chopsticks and put it in my mouth, and the mushy taste hit my throat. It seems that even a seemingly easy job requires a lot of effort.

Try to master real skills next time and fry a plate of delicious peanuts for mom and dad. Peanut Composition 2

"White house, red tent, and a fat white man lives inside." Do you know the answer to this riddle? Yes, it’s peanuts. I have loved eating peanuts since I was a child, especially the peanuts fried by my grandpa.

Every time I go back to my hometown, my grandpa always makes me fried peanuts. No, grandpa is firing again. Just after dinner, grandpa started to take action in the kitchen. He first poured out a pot of peanuts from the sack, then turned on the heat. After a while, the peanuts began to roll up and down in the pot with the spatula in Grandpa's hand. The sound of "click, click, click—" spread from the kitchen to the living room, filling the entire house, like the beginning of a grand concert!

A pot full of plump and fresh peanuts jumped back and forth in the pot, as if to say: "Fry me quickly, fry me quickly!" Grandpa seemed to understand what the peanuts were saying, holding him with one hand. Guo Er, waving the shovel with one hand, kept shoveling. At this time, I couldn't sit still. While watching my grandpa frying peanuts, I would pester him and ask questions: "Grandpa, when will it taste good?" "Grandpa, aren't your arms sore?"...

After a while, the aroma slowly emanated from the pot, getting thicker and mellower, and the whole house was filled with the unique aroma of peanuts. I couldn't resist immediately, and my greed was aroused. I couldn't wait to grab a few and stuffed them into my mouth.

"Ouch, ouch, it's so hot!" I yelled as I kept switching my hands, tossing a few peanuts back and forth between my hands like juggling. .

"Glutty cat, look at your urgency. Did it burn your mouth? You have to wait until it cools down before you can eat it, and the peanuts will become crispier and more fragrant after they cool down!" Grandpa scratched me. Nose said with a smile.

I looked at the peanuts eagerly, waiting and waiting. Finally, when they were no longer hot to my hands, I immediately grabbed a handful and put them in my mouth.

"It's so delicious!" It's crunchy when you chew it, and your mouth is full of fragrance after eating!

When I left my hometown, my grandfather asked me to bring all the peanuts, which was enough for me to eat for ten days and a half.

Now, whenever I eat peanuts, I will think of the sound of peanuts rolling in the pot, my grandpa’s wrinkled smiling face, and the mellow aroma that fills the room so thickly that it can’t be dissolved.