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In the sixth grade of primary school, I wrote my favorite food in the composition "One of My Favorite Foods", and described it from four aspects: color, flavor and shape.

I like a delicious curry rice ~ ~

There are many delicious foods I like, such as beef powder, tofu fruit, soup packets, fish in sour soup, etc., but my favorite is curry rice cooked by my mother herself.

It was the afternoon of last year's National Day holiday. My family was watching TV at home and saw the food programs on TV. I clamored for my mother to cook curry rice for me, and my mother readily agreed. We hurried to the supermarket to buy curry blocks, potatoes, onions, sausages, carrots, fresh pork and other raw materials needed to make curry rice. When we got home, I was responsible for washing vegetables, and my mother began to make curry rice.

Mom first cuts all the washed ingredients into cubes and puts them in a bowl for later use. First, she pours some salad oil into the pot, and then lights it. When the oil in the pot is hot, she adds spices made of pepper and turmeric powder, and quickly pours the cut curry pieces, potatoes, onions, ham sausage, carrots and fresh pork into the pot, and keeps stirring until the fragrance comes out. In less than ten minutes, a unique smell of curry filled the house. At this time, the curry in the pot is orange and bright, which makes people drool.

My mother told me to put hot rice on a plate from the rice cooker, and then pour curry juice on the rice with a spoon, so that a delicious curry rice is ready. The thick curry juice is very attractive against the crystal clear and soft rice.

I couldn't wait to pick up the plate and gobble it up. Curry has a sweet taste, and it's waxy and fragrant. It's really delicious!

When I saw that I was eating like a breeze, my parents kept telling me to eat slowly, so don't choke. Hehe, I can't care so much. Soon, a big plate of curry rice was destroyed by me, and my mother helped me to hold some more. I had to "call a truce" until I couldn't hold on any longer.

Looking back today, it was really an unforgettable and delicious dinner. Curry rice was full of my mother's deep love for me, which made me remember it vividly and memorable.