Cooking composition 1 people are iron rice bowls or steel, and they are not hungry for a meal. Driven by hunger, I went into the kitchen and looked for food like a kitten.
Why don't you come back? I'm starving! I complained softly. Looking around, I only found some white rice in a glass bowl. I rushed up like a hungry tiger, only to find that the rice was a little hard and cold. You can not eat cold food, but you can't be hungry! I thought with chagrin, at this moment, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the egg next to me. So I thought of cooking fried rice with eggs myself.
I moved a stool and groped for the gas switch. I learned to fry eggs like my mother in my memory, and followed the gourd painting gourd ladle. I beat some eggs and stirred them with chopsticks. Egg yolk and egg white are gradually mixed together, showing a light yellow color. Pour the oil into the pot, light the fire, and then slowly pour the eggs into it. Suddenly, there were guns everywhere, and the oil jumped out like magic. Soon, the liquid eggs gradually solidified. I carefully poured the rice in, quickly grabbed the spatula and mashed it, and the eggs and rice were jumping around desperately at the same time. Suddenly, a small piece of mashed egg could not resist the torture of high temperature, and finally flew out and crossed a beautiful line on my cheek. Suddenly, I felt irritable. I jumped around and watched the situation in the pot from time to time. I think of myself as my mother again, imitating my mother's actions, adding two teaspoons of salt and one teaspoon of monosodium glutamate. Soon, fresh and delicious fried rice with eggs was born, filled with rice fragrance and mixed with that faint paste flavor. My pride suddenly welled up in my heart, and my sweet smile bloomed.
I picked up my masterpiece carefully, went to the living room, turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa and chair and tasted it with relish. Soon, my mother came back, looked at me like this, knew the ins and outs of the matter, and raised a faint smile on her lips.
Childhood has become a memory, gone forever. I love the innocence of childhood and the interesting things that happened in childhood.
My mother is a little busy today and didn't cook at noon. I undertook this glorious task on a whim.
I quickly opened the refrigerator and took some eggs, some mushrooms and a handful of cabbage. Immediately, my "Glorious Chef Tour" began.
I picked up an egg and prepared to undress him. Unexpectedly, my hand slipped and the egg jumped out of my hand and hit the ground. Suddenly, with a bang, the egg splashed. I took a deep breath and quickly used the broom to clean up the "battlefield", for fear that grandma would come back and see it and open a "machine gun" at me.
Then, I will do it again. This time, I carefully picked up the egg, knocked it in the bowl, poured the egg white and yolk into the bowl, and stirred it repeatedly with chopsticks until it was even.
I want to eat golden eggs when I see them. Oh! No, it hasn't been launched. While the iron was hot, I turned on the induction cooker, poured some vegetable oil and heated the hot oil first. When the weather is hot, I put the eggs in. In a short time, the eggs were fried. I immediately turned off the induction cooker and put the eggs on the plate. A plate of fried eggs is ready.
Scrambled eggs are coming! I took out the vegetables and clumsily cut them into small strips, which looked like mulberry leaves. I poured the oil into the pot again. After a while, I quickly poured the food down and a "mushroom cloud" rose in the pot. Suddenly, the "mushroom cloud" turned into "fireworks", and small oil spots flew into my hands. "Ah, it's so hot!" I screamed. I don't want to cook, but the food is half done. It's impossible to pour, right? What a waste of food!
So, I got up the courage, picked up the spatula in my hand and fried it. In the middle of frying, I remembered mushrooms and immediately poured them into vegetables. After a while, a fragrance rose, and my "stir-fry with mushrooms" was fine. I suddenly feel that I have accomplished a glorious task.
Cooking is really tiring, but it's fun.
In our life, there are many "firsts", such as cooking for the first time, walking at night for the first time, raising small animals for the first time, performing on stage for the first time, winning prizes for the first time, staying at home alone for the first time, taking the train for the first time, traveling for the first time, and ... one after another, like a series of footprints, printed on our growing road. What impressed me most when I was growing up was cooking for the first time.
Now, whenever I recall that cooking, I feel a little bit sweet in my heart.
Although it has been a long time, I will never forget it. Because it was the first time I cooked, and it was also the first time I felt the hard work of my parents.
I remember that time because my parents were very busy. There is no time to cook lunch at noon. You can't eat it until one o'clock, which is the earliest.
One day, I had a good idea: Mom and Dad are very busy these days. At noon, my mother still wants to cook for us. Isn't that tired? But there's nothing I can do. Why don't I cook a meal for my parents? Yes, just do it!
First of all, I learned from my mother's appearance and put four spoonfuls of noodles in the basin to mix noodles. Then, I added some water to it, picked up chopsticks and began to mix noodles. After making up, knead the noodles, cover them and put them aside.
I sat on the bed and thought: it's no good eating noodles first. If it's tasteless, who wants to eat it? You have to order with it. That's the smell. What are you doing? Then fry a shredded potato.
First, I took some potatoes, and then I helped them undress. After they disappeared, I washed them with clear water. Finally, I straightened my face and made a Lamian Noodles. No sooner had I finished than my parents came back.
The whole family is here. Ok, let's eat! Mom and dad kept praising me for growing up and knowing how to share my parents' worries!
Although the meal was not delicious, I learned how to cook and how hard my parents worked for us! I will share my parents' worries in the future!
Before the weekend, my parents told me that I would not be at home this week and asked me to eat at my grandmother's house.
But this time I don't really want to go to grandma's house. I know there are shredded potatoes and eggs in the refrigerator. I can try to make simple fried potatoes and fried eggs.
Although my parents were not at home most of the weekend, I never learned to cook. This is really my first time cooking.
Although it was the first time to cook, I didn't panic at all. Usually at home, I always help my mother. I still know a little about the basic methods of cutting vegetables and cooking.
When cutting vegetables, I first opened the tablet and checked the method of shredded potatoes. After the inspection, I began to shred potatoes. I sliced the whole potato first, and then cut it into four pieces. Although it took me a long time, I shredded the potatoes, although my shredded potatoes were a bit fat and thick, a bit like potato chips. But when I think of what I cut out, my heart is full of sense of accomplishment.
Eggs are the simplest. Beat the eggs in a bowl, then stir the egg whites and yolks with chopsticks, add some salt to the eggs, and then pour the eggs directly into the pot.
I spent 40 minutes preparing vegetables to be fried. Thinking of my mother's busy figure in the kitchen at ordinary times, I suddenly feel that my mother is really something.
Cooking is something I am afraid of. I'm afraid hot oil will spill on me. I was scalded by hot oil when I thought it was fun to be close to my mother who cooked. It really hurts.
In order to prevent oil from splashing on me, I took the pot cover in my hand to prevent injury. I fried two dishes and sprinkled some hot oil, but I also had some experience. In other words, keep the food low so that the oil will not spill on people.
I spent two hours cooking two dishes. Considering these two hours, I went from anxious to half-stupid. I really think cooking really takes time to practice. Especially after I put too much salt in the dish, the shredded potatoes stuck to the pot and the eggs were burnt.
Although it was not a very successful cooking experience, the process was really interesting.
Cooking composition 5 Most families in China eat ordinary home cooking. Just like my family, it's all simple Aauto Quicker's home cooking, and Chinese food with a slightly higher difficulty coefficient will not be served at ordinary times. So, inadvertently, I learned about curry rice, and naturally I couldn't put it down.
My favorite is the kind of curry that is a little spicy, although it is a few degrees less than spicy hot pot. But Curry is Curry and has its own unique charm.
That was the first time I cooked curry rice. I searched in the supermarket for a long time and finally found the curry block. Because I don't buy it at ordinary times, it wastes time. It took me an hour and a half to find the ingredients of curry. Cooking something delicious is really a bit troublesome.
When I got home, I started to act. At the first attempt, follow the recipe step by step. Wash vegetables carefully, cut vegetables carefully, and pay attention to the heat when cooking. According to friends, her mother often innovates on some dishes by herself, so eating at home is happier than eating out. I still remember that at that time, many people envied my mother as a strong woman at work and free. I think it must be difficult for every mother.
After a period of hard work, I can finally make curry. Although it will take a long time, I always think it is worth it. There is always some dissatisfaction when eating curry outside. Go home and do it yourself. You can do it according to your own preferences. And it is safer and healthier to do it yourself. Like my neighbor's aunt, I don't like children eating out. I naturally don't have such a mother, but cooking for my mother is also a very happy thing. In fact, cooking itself is a very happy thing.
When I finish, my parents will go home on time. My family is eating curry, which makes me very happy. This is a happy weekend, my favorite family, and my favorite curry rice. It's the first time to cook it, and it's delicious.
Cooking composition 6 I saw my mother cooking this morning, and I was so busy that I felt a little uncomfortable.
I walked up to my mother and said, "Mom, let me make lunch today!" " ! Go and have a rest first. "Say that finish, I took off my mother's waist, tied it to my waist, and let my mother go into the house to have a rest.
Mom just took a few steps when she stopped and said, "Can you do it? Don't put rice ... "Before my mother finished, I said confidently," Mom, don't worry, I am a first-class chef! Aren't you worried about me cooking? "
Hearing this, my mother walked out of the kitchen without saying anything.
Now I want to show my skills. I will learn from my mother to scoop a bowl of rice and pour it into a big bowl. Then I will wash the rice with water once or twice. I will pour the washed water into the bucket and flush the toilet. Then I pour the boiled water into the pot. There should be neither too much nor too little water. Maybe all I have to do is drown the bottom of the pot. Finally, I just need to align the coal, open the lid and get everything ready. The rest of the time is waiting.
I waited for a long time, but when the meal was not ready, I went to see the Canned Man written by the famous fairy tale writer Zheng. The content in The Tinker is so beautiful that I am fascinated ... "My first-class chef, go and see what you cook!" Mom came up to me and said. As soon as I heard this, I rushed into the kitchen, and a smell of paste poured into my nose. I thought it must be rice paste. When I opened the lid, as I expected, the rice paste was enough to see the crispy rice. At noon, we managed to eat my crispy rice.
In the afternoon, I confidently walked up to my mother and begged her, "Mom, let me cook this time!" " ! I will never do it at noon again. ""hmm! " Mom smiled and agreed.
This time, I watched the heat and time, and the meal was ready. The smell came with the wind, and I jumped for joy. At dinner in the evening, my family said that my cooking had improved this time. After listening to this, I think My Sweetie's.
It turns out that cooking is not difficult. Labor creates happiness!
Cooking Composition 7 Cooking Today, I'm going to cook a meal for my mother and let her taste my cooking. Usually my mother cooks for me, and I never repay my mother. I finally got a chance today. When my mother is online, I have to cook dinner. Time is tight, so I have to hurry. I quickly opened the refrigerator door to see what was delicious.
Wow, that's rich! There are beans, tomatoes, vegetables, mushrooms, eggs, pork ... fried with poached eggs, I muttered. First, I turn on the induction cooker and boil the water. The next step is to pour oil. I carefully held the oil drum and tilted it bit by bit, then quickly poured some oil and backed off immediately, because I knew the oil would explode. Then, I beat eggs in the pot. I saw bright yellow egg liquid flowing out of the eggshell and sliding into the dark pot. This kind of blame makes the egg liquid more Huang Liang. In a short time, the egg was formed, and it was still golden yellow. It makes people drool. In my anger, I quickly turned the egg over, but it was a little burnt. I didn't want the other person to turn black, so I immediately put the poached eggs on the plate.
Then the next dish is fried mushrooms with green vegetables. I put the cut vegetables and mushrooms aside, pour the oil, add shredded ginger, add vegetables and mushrooms, stir fry together, add salt and soy sauce, drain the water and stew. In a short time, the food was ready. I'm more skilled at cooking this dish, probably because I've watched my father cook this dish too much! I only put a little soy sauce and salt just now, because I was afraid it was too salty. This dish is the best by far. When I finished more than half of it, I suddenly remembered to cook, so I made it in a hurry. Finally, it's done. I have to try my own cooking first. I ate a small bite of poached egg, which was bitter and light. Ah, no salt. I took another bite of green vegetables. It was too weak, unpalatable, unpalatable!
Finally, I took a bite of rice, but it was raw. "Hey, this plan is ruined again!" I have to go into the kitchen, put these things away and wait for my mother to clean up the mess!
I have many unforgettable memories, but what I remember most is my first cooking.
That day, my parents went out and I played at home alone. In the evening, I got a call from my father, saying that I would come back later to cook. At this time, I thought to myself: I am so old that I should share the pressure for my parents. Thinking of this, I replied, "I'll do it myself!" ""You can cook, too? " Dad asked doubtfully. I said, "I can do it. "
I hurried to the kitchen. I see eggs, ham, vegetables and some onions in the refrigerator, and some rice on the table. I had a brainwave and cooked a mixed fried rice. I immediately took out the vegetables, took a basin of water, washed the vegetables in the water, broke the eggs, and then chopped the ham and vegetables. At this time, I remembered that my mother always put some "Arowana" peanut oil when cooking. So, I heated the pot. I don't know how much oil to put, so I put a spoonful. I heard the crackling in the pot, so I quickly put the lid on it and thought, is there too much oil? When the "crack" stopped, I put rice, vegetables and onions together and put some eggs in it. I quickly stir fry with a shovel. The rice changed from white to yellow, giving off an attractive fragrance. Then I added some salt and stir-fried it with a shovel. At this time, the fragrance is stronger. I thought to myself: I am doing so well, maybe I will take me out to play! I quickly put the fried rice on the plate, and I took a sip. It tastes great!
After a while, mom and dad came back. When they saw this plate of fried rice on the table, they all asked doubtfully, "Did you make this?" "I made this!" I nodded to answer. At this time, mom and dad all smiled happily and did not forget to praise me: "My son can cook and tastes good. Keep working hard! " "I heard that, my heart is full of sweetness.
Late at night, I have been thinking about my cooking. I am very happy, not because I got a reward, but because I learned to help my parents share the pressure. So I decided: I must share the pressure for my parents and be a man in the future.
Cooking composition 9 "Cha, Cha" The fire is flying about in the pot, and the spatula is waving like a sword in my hand. "All right!" With my cry, a delicious cucumber scrambled egg was born! Sitting on a stool, looking at a table of delicious food, recalling the scene of cooking.
I remember 10 years old, it was the summer vacation, my parents shuttled in the company, and I could only watch TV channels again and again at home.
"Goo-goo-"My stomach began to protest. "alas!" I have no choice but to open the refrigerator and start looking. Eggs, cucumbers, eggplant ... none of them can eat them all at once. I went back to the sofa, helpless, and could only continue to watch TV, but my stomach failed to live up to expectations and I kept screaming. Suddenly I had an idea: cook by myself!
I opened the refrigerator again and took out cucumbers and eggs. I followed my mother's example and put the cucumber in a basin full of water. I beat the eggs in a bowl and beat them evenly with the rhythm of "one, two, three, four, two, three, four". Then clean the cucumber with a brush and put it on a plate. I turned on the fire, heated the pot like my mother, put oil in it, poured in the beaten eggs ... crackled. The oil jumped out and almost burned me. Dozens of seconds have passed, and the eggs are still jumping around in the pot, while I am happily cutting cucumbers. One minute, two minutes, about three minutes passed, and I finally cut the cucumber. After the cucumber was decomposed by me, I looked at the eggs in the pot beyond recognition. I willy-nilly, ruthlessly put the cucumber in the pot. To be precise, it should be "throwing the ball" like "throwing a melon". Put salt and turn off the fire. The black and green dishes are finally out of the pot.
I picked up chopsticks and couldn't wait to taste my food. Oh, my God, scrambled eggs with cucumbers can be eaten like this. I throw up! Alas, for my stomach, I will not hesitate to eat!
Haha, it's so funny to think of my cooking experience that I can't help laughing. Come to think of it, yes, it seems easy to see what others do, and you won't know until you have experienced it. In fact, it is not easy to succeed in doing anything.
Cooking composition 10 My mother works too hard every day. When she cooks for us after work, I have a whim. Let me cook for my mother today!
When I left in the morning, my mother told me that I would go to the store to buy some food at noon, which might be a little late. "I agreed happily, thinking," Hey, this is just what I want! "
My brother and I went to the store to buy a lot of vegetables, because my mother said we would eat noodles at noon, so we also bought noodles. We walked on the road with vegetables, and a breeze blew through our hair. I wonder, will my mother be very moved to eat my cooking? I must cook more for my mother in the future!
When I got home, I took out the vegetables I bought and asked my brother to wash them. My brother's face is full of reluctance. I said, "What, don't you want to? Otherwise, you go to wash the dishes! " The younger brother said disappointedly, "Ah? I still go to wash vegetables ... "
I cut the cucumber into pieces first, and then cut it into silk. I don't know why I cut it so short. Anyway, I told my brother to mix sesame sauce again, and this time he listened. I peeled and mashed garlic again. There is only one last item left-cooking noodles. I can't cook, I can only wait for my mother to come back, but it's ok to cook noodles. I'll pour the water into the pot first, then boil it and serve it. I stirred it twice with chopsticks, and when I put the lid on it, I felt I was finished!
After a while, I opened the lid with joy, but I didn't know that the noodles in the pot had pasted to the bottom of the pot. I thought this time was over ... when my mother came back, I told her everything I had done. My mother touched my head and looked at me with a kind of gratified eyes: "It doesn't matter, you cook for my parents, and my mother is very moved." I learned my lesson this time and will know what to do next time. "
Mother took out the noodles without paste and cooked them. We ate the noodles I cooked and thought they were the best. Well, I'm cooking for my mother this time, and I don't want to outsmart myself, but I'm satisfied to see my mother eating contentedly.
The difference between kimbap and sushi.
1, different types
There are many kinds of Japanese SUSHI, which can be divided into outer roll and