My specialty: making dumplings, a full score essay of 500 words 1

Everyone has their own skills, such as: painting, playing the piano, skipping rope, cooking, playing chess... My specialty That's it - making dumplings.

It’s the New Year. In this New Year, the cheers and the sound of cannons are mixed together. Everyone was smiling.

My mother shouted; "It’s time to make dumplings, it’s time to make dumplings." As soon as my brother and sister heard that we were about to make dumplings, we ran over immediately.

Mom brought a plate of dumpling wrappers and a plate of meat. She showed us how to make them first. She first held the dumpling wrappers in her hands, then put the meat on the dumpling wrappers, then wrapped them and dipped them in them. Add some water and pinch it a few times and it's ready.

We saw that it was very simple and everyone’s hands were itchy, so we wrapped it up. I imitated my mother's appearance and made it, but who knew that it looked easy but was difficult to do. First hold the dumpling wrapper in your hand, then put the meat on the dumpling wrapper, dip it in some water, and then pinch the dumpling, and a big belly will appear on the left side. I squeezed the dumpling again, and a big belly popped up on the right side. I'm a little angry. I squeezed it with both hands, ah! There was a big hole in the belly of the dumpling. My mother seemed to have read my thoughts and said, "Zisheng, no matter what you do, you must do it calmly and patiently. Besides, no one can succeed at the first time. Only by putting in effort and time can you succeed." After listening Mom's words. I started cooking calmly, and sure enough, I made beautiful dumplings that were different from the previous ones. We made the dumplings and cooked them.

Eating dumplings, eating dumplings, eating dumplings made by myself, my heart is as sweet as drinking honey.

This incident made me understand that no matter what I do, I cannot give up halfway. As the saying goes, "Nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing to do it". My specialty is making dumplings, a full score essay of 500 words 2

Today is Sunday. My mother said that I like to eat dumplings, so I am going to make a meal of dumplings to satisfy my "little greedy cat".

After breakfast, we started taking action. My father and mother and I went to the supermarket to buy meat, radish, onions, leeks, ginger and other ingredients. After returning home, my father was responsible for chopping the dumpling fillings, and my mother was responsible for rolling the dumpling leaves. As for me, I was responsible for wiping the table, holding the chopping board, and preparing bowls, chopsticks, and spoons. I was also very busy.

Forty minutes later, we were finally ready, "everything is ready, all we need is the east wind." It was time to make dumplings. My father suggested that the three of us form groups for a dumpling-making competition. My mother and I both agreed. My father was in a group, and my mother and I were in a group. Even though I was young, I had already learned how to make dumplings when I was six years old. I followed the method my mother taught me. I first put the dumpling leaves flat on my hands, with the small end facing up and the big end facing down. Then I used a spoon to put an appropriate amount of filling on the dumpling leaf, wrap the filling with the leaves, and roll it from top to bottom. , then pinch both sides of the dumpling leaves with both hands, and finally pair them in the middle. After pinching a few more times, a dumpling is ready. I seize every minute and second to wrap it up quickly, and my mother also wraps it up quickly. The father next to me was not to be outdone and had already covered four rows. The competition was going on fiercely, and my mother kept encouraging me: "Xiaoyu, come on!" "Well, you must surpass Dad." I said confidently. After nearly an hour of hard work, we were finally done. I couldn't wait to count. My mother and I made eighty-five dumplings, and my father made eighty dumplings. Ah, my mother and I won, I am so happy!

At noon, I was eating delicious dumplings, not to mention how happy I was, because I also had a share of the credit! Making dumplings this time was so fun and unforgettable. I will do more housework like this in the future to experience the joy of labor! My specialty is making dumplings, a full score essay of 500 words 3

On the table, there are fat, tender, snow-white and lovely cross dumplings, and they smile at me. Making cross dumplings is my specialty.

It was really difficult for me to make dumplings at first, because I didn’t know how to do it. Alas, but I can work on it.

When I first bought it, the first thing I chose was the cross dumplings which are not very difficult and look good. My hands were short of flour, and I gently picked up the meat filling with chopsticks. I dipped a corner of the flour into the meat filling, moved it left and right, and pinched it. As if I saw hope, I grabbed the two corners together and took a closer look. It was a "baozi"! Later, I passed by After unremitting efforts, it was finally completed.

Now, it’s not so difficult for me to make dumplings.

When my classmate comes to my house at noon, I have to show him my hands. I pinched, kneaded, and gathered the dumplings, and the typical cross dumplings were successfully formed. At the same time, I folded a corner on the cross for decoration. The dumplings sit upright on the table like a slim figure.

My classmates happened to come to visit me. When I saw this dumpling, it had a big paper mouth and I was holding it in my hands, I was so surprised. I was so embarrassed that my classmates praised me in various ways. "I didn't expect you to have this skill, please teach me." After that, I picked up the chopsticks and got ready for my classmates to take a good look.

I excitedly put the meat inside and kneaded it carefully. The classmates on the side clapped their hands. When I was about to finish, I grabbed the sides with both hands and pulled them together. Unexpectedly, the flesh inside was exposed, like an ugly monster, which attracted bursts of ridicule from my classmates. I had to hang my head shyly.

It seems that the famous saying "Pride makes one lose one's hands, humility makes one lose one's hands" is really true. I can't be proud in the future. My specialty is making dumplings, a full score essay of 500 words 4

The age of 9 was the climax of my art. That year, I successfully passed the Level 10 exam of the Chinese Musicians Association with good results. Behind these good results is endless hard work and sweat. "One minute on stage is worth a year's worth of achievements off stage." I have been preparing an F major tuning band and two marches for a year. I simply can’t count how many times I have played them. Playing the music over and over again, I feel like giving up. Whenever I do this, I say to myself: Keep at it, keep at it, don’t get discouraged at the last moment, hard work pays off.

Walking into the examination room, I bowed nervously to the judges, sat down carefully, and began to play the scales, and then the march. At first, I was nervous because I was nervous, but then my mood gradually improved. Calmed down and played pretty well. After the last piece of music was played, I breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the atmosphere in the examination room was less intense.

I only heard the judges say: "Okay, little piano boy, come here and get the score card." I was surprised, huh? When will anyone call me "little piano boy"? I hurried over and saw that it was fine. I was so happy that I ran out and told my mother the good news. Mom patted my head and smiled happily.

Back to the present, I have learned many world-famous songs, such as "Für Elise" and "Moonlight". These melodious music are like seeds planted in my heart. I care for them carefully. , After hard work, it has sprouted and begun to reveal its green seedlings.

At night, the melodious piano sound once again played in the room, either simple and elegant or deep and resentful, twists and turns, flowing endlessly, exaggerating in the quiet night. As a teenager, I still enjoyed my specialty. My specialty is making dumplings. A full score essay of 500 words 5

My specialty is making dumplings.

New Year’s Eve is here, and every household has prepared a table of delicious dishes, and our family is no exception. But the most interesting thing is of course making dumplings. Grandma prepared leek and pork stuffing early in the morning, and then took out a large stack of dumpling wrappers to make dumplings.

Now that I had secured everything I needed, the making of dumplings officially began. I had nothing to do, so I learned how to make dumplings from my grandma. Grandma first took out a piece of dumpling wrapper, scooped out a small spoonful of meat filling, then folded the dumpling wrapper in half, and finally pinched the ends of the dumpling wrapper together, dipped it in water, and it was done like magic. Had a dumpling. I couldn’t wait to join them too. I followed my grandma's example, picked out a small spoonful of stuffing and put it evenly into the middle of the dumpling wrapper, then squeezed it with both hands, but it didn't feel good. It turned out that the dumpling on the left side had leaked oil, so I tried my best to squeeze the left side of the dumpling skin. I squeezed it tightly, but I didn't expect that the right side also leaked oil. I was very angry, so I simply squeezed my left and right hands together, but it burst my belly again, so I had to take out another dumpling wrapper and wrap it up, turning it into a big ball. I couldn't laugh or cry, so this dumpling had to be scrapped.

After understanding the lesson just now, I made a little less depression, pinched it again, turned it in a circle, and connected the corners of the dumpling skin end to end, and finally made a dumpling. But he was still laughed at by everyone. Grandma held her belly and said with a smile: "If other restaurants made dumplings like yours, there would be no customers and they would be closed. You'd better practice more!"

Of course I do Not to be outdone, and wanting to surpass Grandma and the others, I made up my mind to make 20 dumplings. So, I worked hard to make the dumplings, and finally they turned out like the ones made by grandmas.

Eating the dumplings made by myself, I feel indescribable joy in my heart! My specialty is making dumplings. A full score essay of 500 words 6

Our whole family likes to eat dumplings, and my mother even practices it. I have the unique skill of making dumplings. Today my mother finally agreed to teach me how to make dumplings.

I saw my mother holding a piece of dumpling wrapper spread out in her hand, and then quickly pinched a ball of meat filling with her right hand, placed it in the center of the dumpling, and then lightly wiped the edge of the dumpling wrapper. A little water, then flip your hands, and finally spread it out, and a dumpling like a boat is completed.

I followed my mother’s example, picked up a piece of skin, picked up a large ball of meat filling with chopsticks and wrapped it up. Unexpectedly, the dumpling wrapper didn't listen to my instructions at all. As soon as I folded the dumpling wrapper, the meat filling naughtily came out from both sides. What's even more disgusting is that the dumpling wrapper burst before I even pinched it. I was so angry that I threw away the "broken skin" dumpling and continued to work. This time, I learned my lesson and wrapped it up with a small ball of minced meat. This time it was not broken, but the belly of the wrapped dumpling was deflated. Mom laughed: "This dumpling is so hungry!"

Forget it, it's such a troublesome thing, let's forget about it! "I started to run away. My mother looked at me with a smile. I was embarrassed and shamelessly asked my mother for advice. My mother said: "You, you are too impatient. The stuffing just now was either too much or too little, not to mention No matter what you do, you have to practice more to do it well..." In the midst of my mother's nagging, I endured it, followed her instructions, and took my time step by step. Sure enough, a dumpling like an ingot was in my hand. It was born. I held it in my hands like a treasure and proudly showed it to my mother and father. The dumplings were finally out of the pot. I was so happy when I ate the dumplings I made. A 500-word essay on making dumplings 7

At noon on New Year’s Eve, my parents were preparing to make dumplings at home.

We first divided the work and prepared the ingredients for mom to make 800 noodles. Rou Dong, I am responsible for taking care of my little brother who is as naughty as a little monkey. I can’t even catch him as he runs around, so I just find his favorite building blocks and play with him happily.

Mom greeted us and said: "The materials are ready, let's start work. I raised my hands high and said coquettishly to my mother: "Mom, I want to make dumplings too." "I tried to roll out the dough, but it was not round at first. My mother encouraged me: "Don't be sad, the rolls didn't look good when I first learned. As long as you master the strength, you will be able to roll it well. "I secretly made up my mind: I must succeed and cannot live up to my mother's expectations. I followed the method my mother said, experienced it carefully, tried slowly, and finally rolled out a thin and round dumpling wrapper. I was very happy. Singing and dancing in the room with the dumpling wrappers.

We decided to have a dumpling-making competition. Whoever makes the most dumplings in ten minutes will win. ! After a while, my father made more than a dozen. My mother and I were obviously much slower. I thought to myself: Oh, I guess there is no chance this time. I had an idea and secretly took a few while my father turned around to get the dumpling wrappers. The dumplings were placed on my mother's bamboo plate. My mother gave me a thumbs up and winked at me knowingly. I pursed my lips and snickered. As you can imagine, my mother and I achieved success. "Victory". While cooking dumplings, my father smiled and touched my head and said, "I hope you can beat Dad openly next time." "My face suddenly turned as red as an apple with embarrassment. My mother heard this and came to the rescue. She encouraged me and said, "It's my first time wrapping today. It's done well. The first place belongs to you! "I laughed happily, and the laughter filled the whole room. My specialty is making dumplings. A full score essay of 500 words 8

I am a fifth grade primary school student, and I am a good role model in the eyes of my classmates in school. , a good helper in the eyes of the teacher. But it’s different for me at home. At home, I just want to be a “little emperor” and don’t want to do housework. I live a life of “clothes are enough to reach out, and food is easy to open.” In the words of my grandma, , that is, “It’s hard to pick up an oil bottle if it falls down, and hard to pick up a rolling pin if it falls on the ground.” ”

No, it’s the weekend I’ve been looking forward to for a long time. Not long after I got up from the bed, my grandma urged me to help her make dumplings. At first, I pretended to be deaf and dumb, but Wen Buwen probably annoyed her grandma, so she said: "You don't want to make dumplings? I won't force you. Don't eat the dumplings after they are cooked." "You can't do this without telling me to eat. I couldn't think of any good solution for the moment, so I had to brace myself and lazily come to the kitchen.

I picked up the dough that my grandma had just rolled out. For the first time, because I didn’t want the filling to be exposed, I put too little filling, which turned into a dumpling with “thick skin and less filling”. At this time, I secretly made up my mind: if I try again, I must wrap it up. This time, I learned the lesson from last time. As a result, I put too much stuffing and the skin was not pinched tightly. The two failures made me lose confidence, and I wanted to run away, but then I thought about it. Teachers often teach us that as long as we do something, we must do it well. Nothing in the world is difficult, but for those who are determined, practice makes perfect. I returned to my seat again. This time, I learned the lesson twice. The filling was placed just right without overflowing. The skins on both sides were pinched firmly. The dumplings were wrapped so well. My grandma even praised me. I feel happy. I am becoming more and more proficient at bagging, and I am becoming more and more energetic at doing it. After a while, the table was filled with dumplings.

This time making dumplings allowed me to experience the joy of labor and the happiness of doing housework. I am also determined to be a person who loves labor, a truly good helper for teachers, and a good student in the eyes of parents and classmates. My specialty is making dumplings, a 500-word essay with a full score of 9

My mother used to make dumplings for me to eat. The dumplings made by my mother were fresh and delicious, full of color, flavor and flavor, which was full of praise. How do I make such delicious dumplings? So today I decided to try my hand at making dumplings.

My mother and I went to the vegetable market and bought the ingredients for making dumplings, including white radish, shiitake mushrooms, refined meat, and dumpling wrappers. After everything was ready, under the guidance of my mother, I started to prepare the dumpling fillings. First, I peeled off the radish skin. The peeled radish became brighter and whiter, like a white fat baby, with green leaves on its head like beautiful I couldn't bear to cut off my short hair, so I had no choice but to do it for the sake of a delicious dinner. I cut the radish into strips, cut the strips into shreds, and set them aside. Then wash the mushrooms, carefully cut them into thin slices, then cut them into cubes and set them aside. Then it was time to cut the shredded meat. Cutting the shredded meat was very laborious. I first cut the large piece of meat into slices, and then cut the slices into shreds. Because my knife skills were not good enough, cutting the shredded meat took up a lot of my time. Prepare all the ingredients for the dumpling filling. Pour vegetable oil into the pot and let the oil temperature rise to the necessary height. Fry the shredded pork first, then add other ingredients, sprinkle some salt and MSG, and wait until the shredded radish turns light yellow. That's about it. After the dumpling fillings are fried, put them on a plate and set them aside to cool before you can start wrapping them.

Mom holds the dumpling wrapper in one hand and the chopsticks in the other. Use a spoon to take a little food and put it into the middle of the dumpling wrapper. Dip some water on the wrapper with your index finger, then fold one side of the wrapper toward the middle. Make wrinkles and a beautiful dumpling is ready. I was very fussy and tried to imitate my mother's movements, but the dumplings I made were always twisted and not pretty at all. But with great effort, I wrapped five or six of them, and then my I gradually became proficient in my craftsmanship, which was only improved compared to the previous few.

Our family had a great time eating that night. My specialty is making dumplings, a full score essay of 500 words 10

Making dumplings is an indispensable and important role for us every year. We hold a grand dumpling banquet every year and a dumpling competition every three years, but every time It was grandma who won the game. The winner will get a giant dumpling with four kinds of fillings, and its deliciousness is self-evident. But I always have bad taste every year, but this year is different!

Pieces of dumpling wrappers were put into four bags, and the family dumpling-making competition began at this moment. A bag containing twenty dumpling wrappers was placed in front of our family of four. Following my grandma’s order, we wrapped them up like a horse that kept running, but I was always at a disadvantage. Because this competition not only requires a speed like the wind, but also a good job. If your dumplings have a hole in them or the holes are not completely overlapping, even if you are the fastest, you will be eliminated. And I Not only is my technique the worst, but my speed is also the slowest, so my road to the championship is like a bottomless pit that will never be completed. But the God of Luck chose me. It’s hard not to win!

At this moment, my sister had already finished wrapping it first. But because she wrapped it too quickly and forgot to wrap it properly, her sister was eliminated. At this moment, only my parents and I are left. What should I do now? Dad is a great chef, and so is mom! Now the trouble is big. If hard work doesn't work, then we can only cope with the ever-changing situation by staying the same.

Mom and Dad finished the dishes at the same time, but my dad accidentally knocked over the plate, and my mom failed to pass under grandma’s strict review. At this moment, I was the focus of the audience. I wrapped a little slower to prevent the wrapping from being bad. In the end, Huang Tian paid off and I finally won the final victory in this game. It’s definitely going to be my lucky year to finally be able to eat delicious cake.

While eating the cake, I gave some cakes to my sister and them, and suddenly I felt a sense of joy. My specialty is making dumplings. A full score essay of 500 words 11

Do you know what my specialty is? My specialty is very practical in life, and that is making dumplings!

Since my grandma taught me how to make dumplings, I often practice at home. Over time, making dumplings has become a small skill for me.

I am proud to tell you the steps of making dumplings! Step 1: Prepare cabbage, salt, meat, sesame oil, corn, MSG, dumpling wrappers and related tools. Step 2: Stir the meat into puree, chop the cabbage into granules, steam the corn in a pressure cooker and remove the corn kernels, add appropriate amounts of salt, MSG and sesame oil, stir evenly and set aside. Step 3: Make dumplings. Each of these three "simple" steps has a hidden secret. Especially the third step, which seems very simple, actually requires special skills. When wrapping, hold it with the middle fingers of both hands, and pinch it hard with your thumb and index finger until there is no gap.

I remember that on the afternoon of New Year’s Eve last year, at the call of my grandma, the whole family participated in a dumpling-making competition. We sat around the table, each holding a dumpling wrapper. As soon as I got the dumpling wrapper, it was like seeing my favorite toy that I haven't seen for a long time. I skillfully placed a small spoonful of filling in the middle of the dumpling wrapper, then brought the wrappers together, then bent the two corners of the semicircular wrapper like a crescent moon, and then glued them together. The dumpling wrappers quickly folded and bent in my hands, and beautiful dumplings of different shapes were born. Some were like big ears with a general's belly, some were like shiny little ingots, and some were like small ingots. Dancing butterflies.

Looking at my grandfather and father, not only were the quantities small, but they were also packaged differently. They were usually "condescending" and asked me for advice. While I taught patiently, I was secretly proud, because today I can also show my skills in front of you. I am so happy!