First of all, I took out my most beautiful pot from the cupboard and put it on the induction cooker. I began to prepare the materials. I took out two earth eggs. There is a small bowl beside the pot. I tapped on the edge of the bowl and immediately saw the crack. I broke the egg. At this time, the egg yolk and protein immediately flowed out, and I added one or two spoonfuls of flour to stir.
I added some ingredients, including sugar and sesame seeds ... I took some oil out of the cupboard and poured it into the pot. Then I pressed the switch of the induction cooker, and the pot heated up immediately. There was only a click. A drop of oil flew to my hand. I called "Mom", but my mom didn't hear me, so I didn't call. I poured the ingredients of those omelets into the pot. After about a minute or two, I tasted some with chopsticks. Sweet and delicious! I think: Mom and Dad will praise me for eating my breakfast! I really admire myself.
I learned how to make an omelet. Why should I learn to make an omelet?
One morning on the weekend, my parents wanted to sleep in, so they asked me to make them an omelet. First of all, I took out my most beautiful pot from the cupboard and put it on the induction cooker. I began to prepare the materials. I took out two earth eggs. There is a small bowl beside the pot. I tapped on the edge of the bowl and immediately saw the crack. I broke the egg. At this time, the egg yolk and protein immediately flowed out, and I added one or two spoonfuls of flour to stir. Add some ingredients, the ingredients are sugar and sesame. ...
I took some oil from the cupboard, poured it into the pot, and then pressed the switch of the induction cooker. The pot suddenly became hot, and only the sound of snapping was heard. A drop of oil flew to my hand. I called "mom", but mom didn't hear me. I poured the ingredients of those egg rolls into the pot. After about a minute or two, I turned it over with a spatula and the omelet was ready.
I tasted some with chopsticks. Sweet and delicious!
I think: Mom and Dad will praise me for eating my breakfast! I admire myself!
I learned to fry eggs >> Write a 400-word composition, and everyone has his own skills. My skill is to fry crispy eggs.
I learned this skill last week. A few days ago, I saw my mother's fried eggs not only golden in color, but also crispy and delicious. I envy it.
So I also want to learn to fry eggs. So I asked my mother how to fry eggs, and then I soon began to learn how to fry eggs.
Like my mother, I first heated the oil until it smoked, then broke the eggs and put them in the pot, only to see the oil splashing. Oh, dear! A geothermal oil exploded into my hand.
I quickly wiped the oil with my sleeve and rummaged it with a shovel. The oil stopped exploding, but the eggs were broken. Alas! My beautiful eggs are not fried well. But I didn't lose heart. I put on my gloves and started frying eggs again. This time, after I put the eggs in the pot, I put the salt first, and then carefully turned it over with a shovel, not afraid of oil hitting my gloves.
Soon I fried both sides of the egg into golden brown. I quickly shoveled out the eggs and tasted them. Wow! Delicious on earth! After my mother tasted it, she praised me for my good cooking. I am happier than eating honey, and I have an unspeakable taste! By frying eggs, I understand that as long as I work hard and think hard, I will be a great success! Students, do you like fried eggs? I, not only like fried eggs, but also make my own fried eggs! Today, I will tell you how I learned to fry eggs.
First, take out an egg and wash the surface of the egg with water. The first time I tried to wash eggs, I heard a bang and I broke them. My mother told me, "When washing eggs, don't use too much force, because the skin of eggs is thin and easy to break." The second time, I listened to my mother's words, washed the eggs gently, then put the frying pan on the gas stove, carefully opened the fire, poured some oil into the pan after the pan was hot, knocked the eggs on the edge of the pan after the oil was hot, and poured the egg liquid into the hot oil pan. When frying eggs in the pan, you can also sprinkle some favorite seasonings on the eggs according to your own taste and fry them for one or two minutes.
According to my mother's instructions, when I fried the egg upside down, I accidentally spilled an oil spot on my hand, and my hand was burning. I shouted, "I won't cook fried eggs, I won't cook fried eggs, and I won't eat fried eggs anymore." My mother told me: "Nothing is difficult in the world. If you put your heart into it, you will succeed. If you always retreat when you encounter difficulties, there will always be difficulties ahead. "
After listening to my mother's words, I said to my mother, "mom, I must overcome the difficulties." A small fried egg can't beat me. " Under the careful guidance of my mother, I finally made a delicious fried egg.
I am very happy to eat my own fried eggs with my mother. Students, we grow up day by day. Whether at home or at school, we should let our parents and teachers worry less about us. We should learn all kinds of skills, not only to take care of ourselves, but also to take care of our parents when we grow up.
800 words "braised beef, fried pork with green pepper" wow! So many sumptuous meals really make people drool over the three thousands of feet. My mother is a good cook, and my neighbors all praise my mother's delicious dishes.
One day, I had a whim and clamored for my mother to teach me how to cook. I tried my best to get my mother to teach me, but my mother had to agree. My mother taught me to cook fried eggs.
When she finished frying the eggs, I went to fry them with confidence. I first opened the refrigerator, took out a big fresh egg and put it by the pool. Then I took a freshly washed pot from the shelf, put it on the stove, fired it, and poured oil into the pot at once, only to hear the oil spray out with a click. I flinched again and again, which was a bad start.
When my mother came into the kitchen, she said to me, "The water in the pot must be dry before putting oil, or it will spill on people." I nodded and said, "Be careful next time.
Once born, twice cooked! Suddenly, the smoke "whizzed" straight up from the pot and almost choked me. Remembering that I forgot to turn on the range hood, I pressed the button and it was "gone". I think the oil may be hot. So, I picked up the eggs from the pool and knocked on the table like my mother. When it didn't open, I used a little effort. Inadvertently, the egg white dripped down. I felt a sort of surge of relief. But because I am in a hurry, I don't know whether I want to be separated from my good friends or enjoy swimming. I snuck down when people were unprepared. I quickly picked up the rice spoon and rummaged it over and over again, but this little thing just wouldn't listen to me. I can't let a mouse shit spoil a pot of soup. I don't care about the willy-nilly. I grabbed it with my hand and it hurt me so much. Small bubbles appeared on the protein of the egg. Small bubbles appeared on the egg protein, like a child's sweet smiling face, and the original white protein was a little yellow. I estimated that the bottom was ripe, so I carefully tilted the bottom of the egg with a spatula and turned it over at once. After a while, the eggs turned yellow, so I put them on the plate. Watch this. I can't wait to take a bite. Although a little burnt, my heart is sweeter than honey. Today, I fried an egg, just like the old saying, "It's easy to see flowers, but difficult to embroider." I am tired after frying an egg, and how much sweat my mother hides behind the big fish and meat on the dinner table. You know, our happy life today depends on those hardworking people, who have created such a beautiful Sunday morning with their own hands. I opened the refrigerator door and found it was empty, only a few eggs. What should I do? I made up my mind to fry the eggs myself. First, I put on my apron, and then I poured the oil into the pot. I sneezed accidentally, and the pot was full of my saliva. I was so anxious that I took out the egg with my hand. I didn't expect to burn my hand and couldn't help crying.
After a while, my hand didn't hurt so much.
I learned to spread an omelet composition in 500 words. I am a curious child. I am even eager to try housework like cooking. Once, I wasted an egg and a lot of flour just because I was curious.
It was a Saturday morning, I slept in, just woke up, and my stomach growled impatiently. "I'm so hungry," I shouted. Mom saw it and asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat?" I said, "All right, spread an omelet."
It's spreading. I saw my mother take out the egg first and tap it gently. The yolk and egg white slipped into the bowl as smoothly as sitting on a slide. Then, my mother put some flour and seasoning into the bowl, stirred it evenly and spread it out. After a while, there was a smell in the kitchen. I looked into the kitchen. Wow! A golden, soft and steaming omelet is out of the pot! How tempting!
I can't help admiring my mother's stall. I had to stand one myself, but my mother couldn't say for sure, and finally agreed.
I excitedly took out the eggs and knocked them into the bowl, which was quite delicious! I got carried away and dug a big cup of flour and poured it into a bowl without thinking. Oh, there is so much flour that it almost overflows the bowl. I had no choice but to put back some wet flour when my mother wasn't looking, thinking, let's do this first, it can still be used anyway. Then, I put salt in the bowl. How much should I put? Oh, forget it, just put some. Thinking about it, I pinched a handful of salt from the salt pot and sprinkled it into the bowl. Then I heat the pot, turn the fire to the maximum, stir the eggs and flour evenly and pour them into the pot together. After a while, I suddenly smelled a burning smell. Ah! One side of the omelet is burnt! I am in a hurry. I quickly picked up the shovel and turned the omelet over. But when I was in a hurry, my hand shook and I broke the omelet. But anyway, it finally turned over. After a while, I put them on a plate, picked up chopsticks and tasted them together. "Oh, my God! This is too salty! "
Looking at these unsightly "masterpieces", I am very happy. I looked at them, although I knew their fate was to be thrown away, but I was not sad. Because my mother comforted me and said, "Everything is difficult at the beginning. Although it didn't spread well this time, it also learned a lot from it. " Yes, I not only realized the fun of cooking, but also learned to do everything with heart. "
I learned to write 400 words for fried eggs. During my growing up, I experienced many things.
Most of them have been forgotten, but one thing is deeply imprinted in my mind, because this incident has given me a revelation: nothing is difficult in the world, only if you set your mind on it. It was noon on a Sunday, and my mother was away on a business trip, leaving me to cook by myself. I agreed without thinking.
I cooked this meal as easy as blowing off dust. But what should I do with the food? I thought hard and finally decided to fry poached eggs, because frying poached eggs is the easiest.
But what should we do? So I searched online. I finally got a general idea: first add seasoning oil and salt, then add eggs, and finally stir fry, and you're done.
So I started doing it. I dress up as a cook first, then clean the pot, and then put down the right amount of oil and salt according to the instructions.
I saw them tamed in the pot, but they drove slowly. I wanted them to drive faster, so I fired a few times and it became a hornet's nest.
Oil spilled everywhere, and my arms were red. I panicked, so I quickly broke the eggs and threw them into the pot so that the oil didn't spill.
So I strike the iron while it is hot, stir-fry it a few times quickly, and then cover the pot until the eggs are cooked. Finally, I opened the lid and saw, ah, it's all burnt! ! ! I wanted to give up, but then I suddenly remembered what my mother often said to me: nothing is difficult for a willing mind.
So I searched online for reasons. After some searching, I found that the fire was too big.
So I decided to cook poached eggs again. I followed the steps carefully. Of course, I turned down the fire this time.
This fried egg is delicious. Through this incident, I not only learned to fry poached eggs, but also got the enlightenment: nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid that there is a will.
6. Composition I learned to fry eggs [Composition I learned to fry eggs] How easy it is to watch my mother fry eggs. I learned to fry eggs.
Eggs are also very nutritious. You can have an egg and a glass of milk for breakfast in the morning. I also want to try to do it myself. I started to do it while my mother was away. I put on my mother's apron and look great! Oh, what a housewife! I am not tall, so I can only stand on the stool. Here we go. I take out an egg, tap it gently on the edge of the bowl, the yolk and egg white will flow into the bowl, then put a little salt, chopped green onion and chicken essence in it, then turn on the gas, turn on the fire, put some oil in the pot when it is hot, and pour the egg into the pot when the smoke comes out. I almost fell off the stool.
After a while, the eggs began to bubble. Do you want to play with your brain with an iridium spoon? Any duck can blow neon, so why not? Why do you insist on raising money? Why not poke it for fun? Alcohol? Afraid? Ldquo, it's okay. I'll teach you how to do it. Under the guidance of my mother, I made delicious eggs. I swallowed my success and failure, not to mention how beautiful I am.
Failure is the mother of success. That's what I did. I made an egg like that. Grade 4, Chicheng No.4 Primary School, Tiantai County, Taizhou City, Zhejiang Province: Xu Yuhan.
7. Composition I learned to write 300 words for fried eggs. On Sunday, my parents are not at home.
Near noon, my stomach began to protest. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took some eggs from the refrigerator and prepared to fry them. I have seen my mother fry poached eggs before, so I know a little.
After the oil drained, when the oil began to boil, I cracked the pot, pointed my thumb at the bottom of the pot and tore open the eggshell. I only heard a hissing sound, and Huang Chengcheng's yolk fell. Those protein immediately became "bubbles", and when the hiss almost disappeared, I sprinkled some ingredients such as salt and monosodium glutamate. After draining, I just sprinkled some ingredients. I laughed and cried, and repeatedly blamed myself for being distracted by frying a few eggs. Finally fry a poached egg! I couldn't swallow the egg in one gulp, but I was too impatient and stabbed a "riddled" egg. When I picked it up, it was not poached eggs, but "four unlike".
8. Topic I learned to fry eggs >:> Write a 400-word composition, and everyone has his own skills. My skill is to fry crispy eggs.
I learned this skill last week. A few days ago, I saw my mother's fried eggs not only golden in color, but also crispy and delicious. I envy it.
So I also want to learn to fry eggs. So I asked my mother how to fry eggs, and then I soon began to learn how to fry eggs.
Like my mother, I first heated the oil until it smoked, then broke the eggs and put them in the pot, only to see the oil splashing. Oh, dear! A geothermal oil exploded into my hand.
I quickly wiped the oil with my sleeve and rummaged it with a shovel. The oil stopped exploding, but the eggs were broken. Alas! My beautiful eggs are not fried well. But I didn't lose heart. I put on my gloves and started frying eggs again. This time, after I put the eggs in the pot, I put the salt first, and then carefully turned it over with a shovel, not afraid of oil hitting my gloves.
Soon I fried both sides of the egg into golden brown. I quickly shoveled out the eggs and tasted them. Wow! Delicious on earth! After my mother tasted it, she praised me for my good cooking. I am happier than eating honey, and I have an unspeakable taste! By frying eggs, I understand that as long as I work hard and think hard, I will be a great success! Students, do you like fried eggs? I, not only like fried eggs, but also make my own fried eggs! Today, I will tell you how I learned to fry eggs.
First, I took out an egg and washed its surface with clear water. The first time I tried to wash eggs, I heard a bang and I broke them. My mother told me, "Don't use too much force when washing eggs, because the skin of eggs is very thin and easy to break." The second time, I listened to my mother's words, gently washed the eggs, then put the frying pan on the gas stove, carefully turned on the fire, poured some oil into the pan after the pan was hot, knocked the eggs on the edge of the pan after the oil was hot, and poured the egg liquid into the hot oil pan. When frying eggs in the pan, you can also sprinkle some favorite seasonings on the eggs according to your own taste and fry them for one or two minutes.
According to my mother's instructions, when I fried the egg upside down, I accidentally spilled an oil spot on my hand, and my hand was burning. I shouted, "I won't cook fried eggs, I won't cook fried eggs, and I won't eat fried eggs anymore." My mother told me: "Nothing is difficult in the world. If you put your heart into it, you will succeed. If you always retreat when you encounter difficulties, there will always be difficulties ahead. "
After listening to my mother's words, I said to my mother, "mom, I must overcome the difficulties." A small fried egg can't beat me. " Under the careful guidance of my mother, I finally made a delicious fried egg.
I am very happy to eat my own fried eggs with my mother. Students, we grow up day by day. Whether at home or at school, we should let our parents and teachers worry less about us. We should learn all kinds of skills, not only to take care of ourselves, but also to take care of our parents when we grow up.
800 words "braised beef, fried pork with green pepper" wow! So many sumptuous meals really make people drool over the three thousands of feet. My mother is a good cook, and my neighbors all praise my mother's delicious dishes.
One day, I had a whim and clamored for my mother to teach me how to cook. I tried my best to get my mother to teach me, but my mother had to agree. My mother taught me to cook fried eggs.
When she finished frying the eggs, I went to fry them with confidence. I first opened the refrigerator, took out a big fresh egg and put it by the pool. Then I took a freshly washed pot from the shelf, put it on the stove, fired it, and poured oil into the pot at once, only to hear the oil spray out with a click. I flinched again and again, which was a bad start.
When my mother came into the kitchen, she said to me, "The water in the pot must be dry before putting oil, or it will spill on people." I nodded and said, "Be careful next time.
Once born, twice cooked! Suddenly, the smoke "whizzed" straight up from the pot and almost choked me. Remembering that I forgot to turn on the range hood, I pressed the button and it was "gone". I think the oil may be hot. So, I picked up the eggs from the pool and knocked on the table like my mother. When it didn't open, I used a little effort. Inadvertently, the egg white dripped down. I felt a sort of surge of relief. But because I am in a hurry, I don't know whether I want to be separated from my good friends or enjoy swimming. I snuck down when people were unprepared. I quickly picked up the rice spoon and rummaged it over and over again, but this little thing just wouldn't listen to me. I can't let a mouse shit spoil a pot of soup. I don't care about the willy-nilly. I grabbed it with my hand and it hurt me so much. Small bubbles appeared on the protein of the egg. Small bubbles appeared on the egg protein, like a child's sweet smiling face, and the original white protein was a little yellow. I estimated that the bottom was ripe, so I carefully tilted the bottom of the egg with a spatula and turned it over at once. After a while, the eggs turned yellow, so I put them on the plate. Watch this. I can't wait to take a bite. Although a little burnt, my heart is sweeter than honey. Today, I fried an egg, just like the old saying, "It's easy to see flowers, but difficult to embroider." I am tired after frying an egg, and how much sweat my mother hides behind the big fish and meat on the dinner table. You know, our happy life today depends on those hardworking people, who have created such a beautiful Sunday morning with their own hands. I opened the refrigerator door and found it was empty, only a few eggs. What should I do? I made up my mind to fry the eggs myself. First, I put on my apron, and then I poured the oil into the pot. I sneezed accidentally, and the pot was full of my saliva. I was so anxious that I took out the egg with my hand. I didn't expect to burn my hand and couldn't help crying.
After a while, my hand didn't hurt so much.
9. I learned how to annotate the 400-word composition of fried eggs. Every Saturday, I sleep in and then get up to do my homework. But today, my parents want me to learn! Get up early in the morning and go to the kitchen to start "work"
I carefully took out an egg from the refrigerator and hurried to the bowl. Unexpectedly, the egg flew out of my bowl as soon as the sole of my foot slipped. I want to have one, but it's too late. I could only watch the egg fall to the ground, and then I didn't want to sacrifice an egg, so I took another egg and started working. I broke the egg, and the egg white wrapped in yolk flowed down for people to see. I took a bucket and poured a little, which is not enough! Pour a little more, yeah! Too much, forget it, that's all. I poured the prepared eggs into the pot. In that short second, I suddenly remembered that I didn't put salt in it. I quickly put the salt into the pot, and the pot caught fire immediately. It's really burning. When the fire went out, a small bubble appeared on the egg. Out of curiosity, I touched the bubble with my hand, and my hand was burned red.
Oil is jumping around like a group of naughty children. After dozens of seconds, I thought I had put less salt just now, so I put more. When I looked almost mature, I scooped up the egg and couldn't wait to taste it. It's so salty that I run around.
Through this time, I realized the hard work of my parents and learned. (I can't say that I learned it, I can only say that I have experienced it. After every meal, I will fry an egg for my parents. I didn't fry it well, but they kept saying, "delicious!" Delicious.
10. I learned how to write fried eggs from childhood to college. My mother never does not cook herself. It happens that today is my mother's birthday. I must give her a special gift.
Finally, I came home from school at noon and saw my mother frying eggs. I said to my mother, "Can you teach me how to fry eggs?" "Oh, don't join in the fun with adults." "Mom, I am not young, please teach me." I pleaded. "Well, since you want to learn so much, I'll teach you." Mom finally agreed.
My mother showed me first. I fry eggs like my mother. First, take two eggs and a bowl, break the eggs, put the egg white and yolk into the bowl, then stir them evenly with chopsticks, and then add some salt and a little monosodium glutamate. Then, pour the oil into the pot and bring it to a boil. Then, pour the stirred eggs into the pot and turn them constantly. In a short time, a smell came to the nose and a delicious fried egg was ready.
Mom read my "masterpiece" and was so happy that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. My heart is sweeter than eating honey, because I not only gave my mother a precious birthday present, but also learned a skill-frying eggs.