Much thinner. I really want to draw and write on it. It must be very good.
Beautiful! Pick up a pancake and put it in front of you, and you can see the opposite side.
Something.
Teacher Liu gave everyone a big pancake. I can't wait.
I took a bite. Pancakes are a little sweet and sour, so please.
The sweeter the click, Teacher Liu said, "This is the sweetness of Jiangmi."
I can't bear to finish the pancakes in one bite, because they are pancakes.
It is delicious. I carefully tore off a small piece and put it on my tongue.
The pancakes on my head are getting softer and softer, but my tongue is getting drier and drier.
It turns out that all the water on my tongue was sucked up by pancakes.
Naughtily, I stuck a long pancake on my lips, and then I
I immediately became a bearded grandfather. I imitate don.
On behalf of the great poet Li Bai, he stroked his hand gently.
Beard ",while quietly carrying" such a bright line on the foot of my bed, I doubt it.
Frost on the ground. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home.
I laughed at my performance.
We also did a little experiment, and I shredded the pancakes.
Put a piece into the water, and the color of the pancake will gradually darken.
It's getting thinner. I shake the water bottle and fry it.
The cake is still not broken.
2. I learned to make pancakes. The beginning and end of the composition are urgent, urgent and urgent. Let me tell you the source of this composition directly. The key to composition is to write in the first person! ! This morning, I decided to make my own breakfast-pancakes.
I first found the raw materials for making pancakes: nutritious flour and sugar. I searched my mind for my mother's steps in making pancakes.
I first pour flour into the basin, which is about one third of the basin, and then pour some sugar. I stir the flour and sugar evenly with a spoon, and then pour in the freshly boiled hot water. In the blink of an eye, the washbasin smoked. To my surprise, the flour in the basin has become pieces, just like little jiaozi. You know, mom doesn't usually make pancakes like this.
I quickly took a pot of "glutinous rice balls" and went to my mother for advice. Oh! It turns out that when my mother cooked pancakes, I didn't see the details clearly and poured cold water into hot water.
I had to "give up all my previous efforts" and re-prepare the materials. I was very careful when I poured cold water for the second time, and I stirred it while pouring it, because my mother said that adding water was very important, which directly decided the "fate" of pancakes.
Everything is ready! I poured a little oil into the wok, then dug a large piece of flour with a spoon and spread it on the wok. Who knew that the flour stained with water stuck to the spoon, just like 502, so I tried to "cut" the flour with another spoon, but just like iron was magnetized, it escalated into "entanglement" between the two spoons and the flour. I managed to completely separate the spoon from the flour.
I think it's almost half a minute, and one side of the pancake should be cooked, so I turned the other side of the pancake over, but it turned brown, probably because of the separation of flour. How did flour get so sticky? I was just thinking about this problem.
My mother read my mind and said, "That's because there is too little water and too much flour." I suddenly realized.
Looking back and forth, my first pancake came out! But I'm still not satisfied with this pancake because it's a little burnt. I don't believe it. Can't I eat pancakes? So I'm going to fry a second pancake.
Because I added more water to the flour of the second pancake, it won't be so sticky. I spread flour on the pot. In order to prevent the second pancake from repeating the tragedy of the first pancake, I immediately "carried" the pancake with a shovel and made a 180 degree "air rotation". Unexpectedly, when the pancake was still in the air and was about to "land perfectly", the unformed flour fell from the air and landed heavily on the pot.
It turned out that a good "pancake" was broken and dismembered into pieces of "glass crumbs". Hey! It's too difficult to fry pancakes! My mother saw that my skills in making pancakes were not up to standard, so she volunteered to be my master and teach me how to make pancakes.
With the help of my mother, I also made delicious pancakes. Mmm ~ delicious! I am immersed in the smell of pancakes.
Eating the first fried pancake, I also understand a truth: some things seem easy, but they are difficult to do! Everything needs some experience and exercise to do well! This answer is not easy to adopt. Thank you! .
3. What composition of about 400 words did you write? I made pancakes for the first time. There are many unforgettable things in my childhood. What impressed me the most was the first pancake spread.
That day, my parents went on a business trip and left me to do my homework at home. At noon, my stomach sang "Empty City Plan". I waited left and right, but my parents didn't come back. Well, it seems that I have to cook by myself. What should I eat? Eat pancakes.
I went to the kitchen, poured some noodles into the basin, then beat three eggs, then added salt, chopped green onion and a little water, then beat the noodles into batter, and then I could spread pancakes on the fire. I had a hard time turning on the gas stove. I learned how my mother cooks and puts oil in the pot. I accidentally poured half the oil, so I had to do it. I put a small piece of batter in the pot and spread it out. Unexpectedly, when the pancake was fried in the middle, an accident happened and the oil splashed at me. I use the pot cover as a defense. I turned down the fire and turned on the range hood to save the day, but the whole house smelled of pancakes. When I saw the pancake in the pot, it was beyond recognition. I have to make another one. I learned the last lesson, poured less oil, turned on the range hood and turned it over with a spatula. Finally, a golden pancake appeared in front of me. I made several in a row and tasted them. Well, they were better than my mother's.
Through this incident, I know that only my own labor can produce, and only my own cooking is delicious. The years I grew up were happy.
4. What composition have I studied? About 400 words. Cooking pancakes for the first time. This morning, I decided to make my own breakfast pancakes.
I first found the raw materials for making pancakes: nutritious flour and sugar. I searched my mind for my mother's steps in making pancakes.
I first pour flour into the basin, which is about one third of the basin, and then pour some sugar. I stir the flour and sugar evenly with a spoon, and then pour in the freshly boiled hot water. In the blink of an eye, the washbasin smoked. To my surprise, the flour in the basin has become pieces, just like little jiaozi. You know, mom doesn't usually make pancakes like this.
I quickly took a pot of "glutinous rice balls" and went to my mother for advice. Oh! It turns out that when my mother cooked pancakes, I didn't see the details clearly and poured cold water into hot water.
I had to "give up all my previous efforts" and re-prepare the materials. I was very careful when I poured cold water for the second time, and I stirred it while pouring it, because my mother said that adding water was very important, which directly decided the "fate" of pancakes.
Everything is ready! I poured a little oil into the wok, then dug a large piece of flour with a spoon and spread it on the wok. Who knew that the flour stained with water stuck to the spoon, just like 502, so I tried to "cut" the flour with another spoon, but just like iron was magnetized, it escalated into "entanglement" between the two spoons and the flour. I managed to completely separate the spoon from the flour.
I think it's almost half a minute, and one side of the pancake should be cooked, so I turned the other side of the pancake over, but it turned brown, probably because of the separation of flour. How did flour get so sticky? I was just thinking about this problem.
My mother read my mind and said, "That's because there is too little water and too much flour." I suddenly realized.
Looking back and forth, my first pancake came out! But I'm still not satisfied with this pancake because it's a little burnt. I don't believe it. Can't I eat pancakes? So I'm going to fry a second pancake.
Because I added more water to the flour of the second pancake, it won't be so sticky. I spread the flour on the pan. Anxious to avoid repeating the tragedy of the second pancake, I immediately "lifted" the pancake with a shovel and "spun in the air" at 180 degrees. Unexpectedly, when the pancake was still in the air and was about to "land perfectly", the unformed flour fell from the air and landed heavily on the pan.
It turned out that a good "pancake" was broken and dismembered into pieces of "glass crumbs". Hey! It's too difficult to fry pancakes! My mother saw that my skills in making pancakes were not up to standard, so she volunteered to be my master and teach me how to make pancakes.
With the help of my mother, I also made delicious pancakes. Mmm ~ delicious! I am immersed in the smell of pancakes.
Eating the first fried pancake, I also understand a truth: some things seem easy, but they are difficult to do! You must have some experience and exercise to do everything well.
I learned pancake composition. One Sunday, my parents went on a business trip. What do I want to do after I finish my homework? I thought for a while. Oh, yes, learn pancakes, because there is an aunt who sells breakfast downstairs in my house. Pancakes are delicious. I eat there every morning. It happens that our family has oil, noodles and cabbage, so I will make three cabbage cakes! I started making cakes. At first, I rubbed a lot of dough on my hands, and then I had a good idea. It's clever to stick the dough on it with dry flour. I started packing vegetables. I packed a lot of vegetables, which will be packed soon. Oh! I was a little tired, so I had a rest .. I put the cake in the pot and fried it soon. At this time, my parents came back and asked me what I was doing. I said I was making pancakes. I make a fuss when I eat it. It tastes terrible.
6. Tengzhou famous food Tengzhou famous food-vegetable pancakes "Jingjing, go, I will take you out to eat vegetable pancakes!" "Great, long live mom!" I was studying at my desk just now, and suddenly I was refreshed. I rushed out of the room at once, put on my shoes and got ready to go out.
"Look at you, let's go!" As soon as my mother waved, I ran out of the house with her. You know, I haven't eaten that delicious pancake for a long time! In the street, vegetable pancakes are usually small stalls, with a fire, a cigarette, a noodle table, several vegetable pots, several small tables and a Mazar, and some even have no tables.
There are many people eating, and there are many people in a booth. My mother and I chose a booth and sat down to wait for pancakes.
When the guests come, they make pancakes, and the dishes are arranged according to the requirements of the diners. When they are ready, they pick up the oil jug and pour the oil. Watch it again, it's really mouth watering; The beige pancakes are covered with golden cabbage, milky tofu, dark green spinach, green cabbage, red sausage and red carrots.
How appetizing! I can't wait to hold the pancake in my hand! Take a bite first, it's really crispy and delicious, delicious and sweet! Fragrant, salty and spicy are mixed together, which is really a must! But eating pancakes is tricky. Look at me. I burned my mouth impatiently. I took care of the top, but I couldn't take care of the bottom. I spilled the dish that had rolled inside all over the floor, and the floor was covered with oil.
Mom couldn't stop laughing; "Little greedy cat, look,' You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry'!" Friend, after reading my composition, is your saliva already flowing down? Then come to Tengzhou and try the famous food here-vegetable pancakes.
7. Eat Pancake Composition 400 Words [Eat Pancake Composition 400 Words] In class in the afternoon, Fan Yibo's mother brought a lot.
Zhangjiang rice pancake, eat pancake composition 400 words. Every pancake is like a window.
It's huge.
Compared with the paper we write on, pancakes are very thin.
Much thinner. I really want to draw and write on it. It must be very interesting.
Beautiful! Pick up a pancake and put it in front of you, and you can see the opposite side.
Something.
Teacher Liu gave everyone a big pancake. I can't wait.
Stay for a bite. Pancakes are a little sweet and sour, so please.
The sweeter teacher Liu said, "This is the sweetness of Jiangmi."
I can't bear to finish the pancakes in one bite, because they are pancakes.
It is delicious. I carefully tore off a small piece and put it on my tongue.
On the head, the pancakes are getting softer, but the tongue is getting drier and drier. The composition "Eat Pancakes in 400 Words" was written in the first grade of primary school.
It turns out that all the water on my tongue was sucked up by pancakes.
Naughtily, I stuck a long pancake on my lips, and then I
Immediately became a bearded grandfather. I imitate don.
On behalf of the great poet Li Bai, he stroked his hand gently.
Beard ",while quietly carrying" such a bright line on the foot of my bed, I doubt it.
Looking up at the frost on the ground, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. classmate
I laughed at my performance.
We also did a little experiment, and I shredded the pancakes.
Put a piece into the water, and the color of the pancake will gradually darken.
It's getting thinner. I shook the water bottle and fried it.
The cake is still not broken.