In study, work or life, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. I believe that many of my friends are very distressed about writing essays. The following is the essay about my kitchen that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from it and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. I am in charge of my kitchen Essay 1
Tonight, I really wanted to eat tomato and egg soup, so I "hired" my mother to be my tutor, although her cooking skills are not very good. I am the chef.
"Take out the tomatoes!" Mom said to me. "Okay." I took the tomatoes out of the refrigerator, washed them, and started cutting them. When I was cutting, my heart was like 15 buckets of water - I was up and down, and I was really worried that my fingers would be cut off. Fortunately, despite the tutor's yelling, I finally cut the tomatoes and saved my fingers. Next, I mixed the eggs and everything was ready. It was time for me to show off my "skills".
The first is fried tomatoes. My grandma’s pot was placed on the stove as high as my chest, so I was very nervous when pouring oil. My mother also turned on the nagging teaching mode. So, in order to ensure safety as my mother said - not to get burned when cooking, I stood on tiptoes like a ballet dancer, stretched my arms so long, and even stretched my neck like a giraffe, and finally fried the tomatoes. , my hands were so sore that I couldn’t even hold the shovel steady. Then put water into the pot, close the lid and wait for the water to boil. Yeah, the water is boiling! I poured the eggs in and stirred them a few times with a spoon. Then I added salt and the mustard I brought specially from Shanghai. I want to taste the saltiness before taking it out of the pan, hmm...it's so fresh!
At dinner, everyone tasted the delicious tomato and egg soup I made! I am in charge of my kitchen Essay 2
In the past, I used to look at my mother busy in the kitchen with envious eyes, and I had no chance to participate at all. I would secretly think: "One day I will be a chef, how glorious it will be! How happy it is when others eat the side dishes you cooked and smile with satisfaction! Today, in my After "pleading hard", my mother finally gave up and let me give it a try. Oh yes, I have the final say in my kitchen, and naturally I need the support of my friends.
What I wanted to do was to make a fuss. Fried chili beef and big braised swimming crabs. But customers have priority. Chaolong brought his eggs and tomatoes. Let him show off his skills first. With a "clang", Chaolong cracked the eggs in the bowl quickly. He picked up the chopsticks and stirred quickly. Then, he turned on the induction cooker and poured the oil into the pot. When the oil stirred up a passionate Latin dance, he poured the eggs into the pot and used a spatula. Start frying. Then, pour the tomatoes into the pot and press the juice hard. He said that the flavor of the tomatoes will penetrate into the eggs, and the tomatoes will also have the aroma of eggs.
Next is me. Showtime. I put on my mother's usual apron and became a decent cook. I first put some water in the pot and waited for it to heat up. , I poured the beef into the pot together with the chili. When the beef had absorbed almost all the water, I moved the beef to one side of the pot, and then poured the oil into the other side. The naughty oil quickly danced "Disco" in the pot. ", some of the crazier ones even jumped on my arm. I was shocked. Although it hurt a little, my heart was happy. The beef couldn't wait to stay with the oil, so I got it done. In order to make the beef full of color and flavor, I also added chicken essence, salt and other seasonings. Soon, these seasonings disappeared without a trace, which also means that the chili beef is almost ready. "It's so fragrant!" "My friends said in unison. Relying on the successful experience of chili beef, I boiled swimming crabs, which is also very good!
I didn't expect that the first time I cooked food, it was so successful! It seems that I am very I have a talent for cooking! Seeing my friends eating with gusto makes me feel indescribably happy. I am in charge of my kitchen Essay 3
This summer, my mother said she would teach me how to cook. Thinking about being able to cook, it was so fun, I was really looking forward to it. I always urged my mother and asked her when she would start teaching. That night, my mother prepared the materials and I started to work...
I will cook first. The food is tomato and mustard egg soup. My mother put on a cooking apron for me. I really looked like a little chef! I washed the tomatoes first. The tomatoes were red and soft in my hands. I felt like I was not careful. It will break. Then I cut it into small pieces. My mother repeatedly told me to be careful not to cut it into my hands. My mother said: "Cut off the stem of the tomato. This is not delicious." I cut it carefully. Soft tomatoes, my mother saw that my posture with the knife was wrong and told me to hold the knife diagonally. I carefully cut the tomatoes into small pieces and put them into the bowl.
Just beat the eggs. The cracked eggs looked like little suns in the bowl. I used a whisk to break up the eggs and almost beat them out of the bowl. My mother said to beat them slowly and skillfully. Only then can I beat it as fast as my mother!
Here comes the key part. I poured the oil into the pot, and I wanted to hide back, because I saw that my mother would be splashed by the oil. A little scared, my mother said: "When you pour the tomatoes in, use the pot lid to cover it. It will be safer."
"The tomatoes made a "sizzling" sound when I poured them in. When the tomatoes were fried a bit, I poured a large bowl of water into it. When the water boiled, I added the mustard. I added some salt and sugar. Mom said : "Try it and cook it to your liking! "I scooped out some soup and blew it. The soup was sweet and sour and tasted good. The last step was to pour the egg liquid in. The egg liquid poured in really looked like flowers, so beautiful!
It’s done, a bowl of delicious tomato and egg soup is out of the pot. Watching my parents enjoying the soup I cooked, I feel a little proud! I am the master of my kitchen essay 4
Every day , my mother will make delicious meals for us, and today, I will take over my mother’s spatula and become a chef!
My mother recommended a simple and easy dish to me. Egg fried rice. Although the dish is very simple, it is not easy to stir-fry the eggs, ham sausage and rice evenly! First, I need to prepare the ingredients: a bowl of cold rice, a piece of salted square leg, and two eggs. Cutting the square legs, the kitchen knife is big and heavy. I worked hard to cut the square legs into small squares. My father said beside me: "Be careful with your hands!" "Actually, I'm very careful, and my mother also taught me that my finger joints should be against the knife surface and my fingers should be retracted inward, so that it's not easy to cut my fingers. After cutting the square legs, it's time to beat the eggs. I spent a little trouble. Crack the eggs into the bowl and beat them with two chopsticks. I feel so happy when I beat the eggs, and my hands feel sore after beating the eggs.
After the preparations are done, turn on the gas and wait for the pot. After it's hot, pour the oil. This bucket of oil is so heavy. I hold the oil bucket and carefully pour the oil into the pot, and then pour in the beaten egg liquid. Scrambled eggs are so tiring, I have to keep turning them. While frying, I used a spatula to chop up the chunks of eggs, and I had to free my hands to put in the diced square legs and stir-fry them. I was afraid that the eggs would burn, so I had to go very fast, which made me very busy and sweating profusely! When the rice is cold, I use a spatula to quickly stir-fry the rice cubes and eggs evenly. As a result of waving the spatula quickly, my right arm is very sore. Fortunately, I am not cooking with my left hand, otherwise I would not be able to carry it. Move the rice bowl.
Cooking is also quite tiring physical labor!
When I saw that my family had eaten up all my fried egg fried rice, and they all said it tasted very good, I felt very happy. I just wanted to say: "I finally realized it today. It’s so hard for mom to cook every day!”