People will experience many different things in their life, many of which are your first time, such as climbing a mountain for the first time, riding a bike for the first time, swimming for the first time ... But what impressed me most was my first cooking, because it was a rare life experience for me and it also contained special significance! Let me share the following with you. Welcome to read it.

cooking experience 1

during the summer vacation, the teacher left a strange assignment, that is, cooking once. Spaghetti is my favorite food for me. How could I miss this great opportunity? I added shrimp and tomato sauce to the ingredients according to my own taste, and prepared the necessary meat sauce, tomato, spaghetti and broccoli for spaghetti.

after the materials are ready, I began to make noodles. I know that noodles take a long time to cook, especially spaghetti, so I first pour spaghetti into a big pot, add boiling water, and soon I will see noodles playing up and down in the water like dolphins. After the noodles were put into the pot, I began to cut tomatoes while I was free. Usually, watching the chefs on TV cut vegetables is called a flowing stream, flying like a fly. I picked up the kitchen knife but felt heavy. I just cut my right hand twice and felt that I couldn't handle it. In desperation, I could only use both hands, even the strength of my two arms. I was chopping vegetables rather than chopping vegetables. "It turns out that cooking is also a physical activity." I thought to myself. I chopped the tomatoes several times and cut them into many slices. Then I piled the slices into a pile and cut the tomatoes into countless wells. At this time, the tomatoes have become diced tomatoes. I scraped the diced tomatoes into a big bowl with a knife and cut the vegetables to an end. At this time, I was already sweating and my hands were very weak.

when the diced tomatoes are ready, I put the wok on the stove, and poured some oil into it until the oil covered the bottom of the wok. I poured the bright red meat foam into the wok, turned the fire to the maximum, and the meat crackled in the wok. I quickly stirred it with a spatula, fearing that it wouldn't burn. When the fiery red meat gradually turned gray, I squeezed two packs of tomato sauce on the meat. When the hot pot met the liquid tomato sauce, the noise was even louder, and the kitchen was as noisy as firecrackers.

After a while, the noise gradually stopped, and there was a strong smell of meat in the wok. I quickly poured half a watermelon-sized diced tomato into the wok. When I saw that the wok was full of red and the meat had disappeared, I found that there were too many tomatoes. "It's broken, there are too many tomatoes, and the meat can't be seen. What can I do, won't it affect the taste?" Just thinking about it, I heard a sizzling sound coming from the pot. I looked into the pot and found that the tomatoes were getting smaller. "By the way, there is water in tomatoes, and the high temperature will naturally evaporate some. I almost forgot. I can observe it again. If it doesn't work, I will put some out." I kept thinking, grabbed the shovel and pushed the full pot forward, then put the shovel into the bottom of the pot, turned it to the right and repeated it several times until the tomatoes and meat were completely blended and became thick tomato paste.

The previous spaghetti has been cooked, fished out and put on a plate. I poured the tomato paste in the pot into the spaghetti, stirred them fully, and added the cooked broccoli and shrimp, and it was done. I couldn't wait to take a big bite first. "My own noodles are just different," I sighed.

It's rare to be successful in cooking for the first time, which gives me great confidence. It's just that there is my mother's guidance. I should have the opportunity to help my mother more and try to really show my hand next time.

cooking experience 2

Today, our girl is going to cook a super delicious dish-shredded potatoes.

when I opened the refrigerator door, I took out two "totally embarassed" potatoes. Unscrew the faucet, I put them under the faucet in disgust and rubbed them hard, hoping to rub off a layer of skin from my fingers. I held a peeler in my left hand and a potato in my right hand. I peeled off the potato skin piece by piece by hand. The peeled potatoes are pale yellow, which is much more beautiful than when they are not peeled.

I took out the chopping block and put two potatoes on it. After discussion, my mother decided to let me and her each cut a potato to see who cut it well, and the younger one was the first. I am smug: Ha, after you have seen this young girl's swordsmanship, you will be ashamed. I proudly took out the potato, put it horizontally on the chopping block, and pressed the potato with my finger. The kitchen knife sticks to the knuckles and slowly cuts down for fear of cutting your hand. Three or four seconds later, I cut off a potato slice with a thickness of about three millimeters. According to this thickness and speed, it took me five minutes to cut a whole potato. My mother joked: If you cook, I will starve to death on the way. I spread the sliced potatoes obliquely on the chopping block and cut them into shreds slowly with a kitchen knife. Although I cut slowly and the shredded potatoes are not very fine, I still feel good about myself. Now it's my mother's turn to cut. My mother is faster than me in knife skills, and the cut piece is thinner than me. My mother cuts almost the same silk, and three pieces together are equal to the thickness of one of mine! Tut tut, I hit my face so fast that I was ashamed!

My mother told me, "Cut shredded potatoes should be soaked in water, otherwise it will change color, and it will not look good after it changes color." After this, cut the auxiliary pepper and garlic together.

next is the main event: cooking. Mom first let me try her usual cooking pot to see if I could lift it. As a result, I was very sad to find that I couldn't lift it with both hands. So my mother had to give me another small non-stick pan.

it took me a long time to turn on the fire. After putting the pepper in, mom said to fry the pepper crispy, and then put the shredded potatoes in. It's time to put the shredded potatoes. I first emptied the water from the plate, and then gently swept the shredded potatoes from the plate into the pot. I stir-fry shredded potatoes in the pot with a rice spoon, turning them here and there. Although I have tried very hard to turn it over, some potatoes are still burnt. Mom said, "Fortunately, you used a non-stick pan. If you had used the pan that I usually use, you would have stuck shredded potatoes on the pan long ago, and you couldn't peel it off!" " "Hey hey hey." I smiled shyly. I put a little salt and monosodium glutamate in the shredded potatoes when they were half cooked. I learned from my mother that I put some oyster sauce in the shredded potatoes and stir-fried them with a spatula, but I found that the oyster sauce didn't seem to melt completely. My mother also found this problem and suggested to me: "You can put some water in the pot, so that the oyster sauce will melt easily." I followed the advice of my mother, an old chef, and put some water in it. After frying, the oyster sauce really melted. After frying for a while, the smell of shredded potatoes gradually came out. I thought it was almost the same, so I turned off the fire, took out a plate and poured the shredded potatoes into it.

in this way, a plate of delicious shredded potatoes was baked! I tasted it, and it was delicious! I'll do it next time!

cooking experience 3

This evening, there was a steaming dish-scrambled eggs with tomatoes!

In the afternoon practice class, the teacher assigned a very special assignment: cooking a dish by himself. I decided to make my favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes. When I came home from school, I told my mother about it. My mother immediately opened her eyes and said, "Can you do it?" "You can learn if you can't do it!" I replied confidently. So, mom readily agreed. As there are ready-made raw materials at home, I can't wait and decided to start work at once.

after I washed the tomatoes, I followed my mother's example, holding the tomatoes gently with my left hand and holding the kitchen knife with my right hand, carefully cutting the tomatoes in half first, and then cutting them into small pieces. Looking at the "shattered" tomatoes, I thought, as long as you are careful, it is still very simple. Next, I beat eggs. My mother picked up an egg and knocked it on the edge of the table. The eggshell cracked a small hole. I saw my mother skillfully break the eggshell, and the egg yolk slipped into the bowl with the egg white. I can't wait to pick up an egg and make it like my mother. I heard a bang, and the eggshell cracked. I hurried to break the eggshell, but because I used too much force, my two thumbs dug into the eggshell at once, and the egg didn't slide into the bowl, but my hands were all over it. Mother couldn't help laughing at the side. "Hum!" I am not convinced, and I am determined to let my mother know what I am capable of, but the next thing makes me laugh and cry.

Mom helped me turn on the gas stove. She poured oil into the pan and told me to keep an eye on the pan and lay eggs when the oil smoked slightly. I stared at the hot pot, and I was really scared, but I couldn't let my mother underestimate me again! I picked up the bowl and quickly poured the eggs into the pot. I was a little at a loss when I heard "Cha ……". My mother told me to stir fry quickly so that the eggs would be tender and crisp. I stretched my hand as far as possible to keep my body away from the pot and scrambled a few times. After a while, the eggs caked, and my mother quickly helped me pour the eggs out of the pot. Under the guidance of my mother, I put a little oil in the pot again, and the tomatoes are about to be cooked! But at this moment, my mother reminded me: "When tomatoes are poured in, oil may spill out. Be careful!" " My mother's words immediately made me timid. When my mother saw it, she said, "I'm afraid you can't finish your homework like this." I had no choice but to crustily skin of head and hold the plate containing tomatoes high, and then pour it down. "Ah …" In a loud scream, a high flame burst out of the pot, and I started to flee, and it took me a while to recover. Maybe it's because I held it too high and the oil pan was too hot. The stove was covered with oil. But the tomatoes in the pot are still waiting for me to stir fry. But the thought of the scene just now made me feel afraid again. Mom saw it and suggested that I put on anti-scalding gloves. I finally feel a little safe in my heart. I carefully took the shovel, stir-fried it, then put the fried eggs in, stir-fried them a few times, add a little water to boil, sprinkle some salt, ah! Scrambled eggs with tomatoes are finally out of the pot!

Because most of the tomatoes were spilled in the frying process, I can hardly see the tomatoes in my scrambled eggs. However, the taste ... Hee hee, I made it myself, and it will definitely smell good! Just look at your mother three times or two times at ordinary times. It's not as simple as I thought. After this personal experience, I also deeply realized the hard work of my mother in cooking. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and I will definitely continue to work hard to lighten the burden for my mother.

Experience of cooking 4

At noon one day, I was proudly walking home after getting full marks. I thought happily: I got full marks in the exam. Will my mother make a table of delicious food and wait for me at home? Thought of here, I couldn't help to speed up the pace.

When I finally got home, I looked at the kitchen in be in heaven. It was deserted, and there was no delicious food in my heart, nor was there my beautiful and virtuous mother, who poured cold water on my heart. When I turned on the rice cooker, I smelled a delicious smell of rice. I'm about to eat. Where's the food? Oh, mom is not at home, and she didn't cook well.

after thinking for a moment, I made a decisive decision: I'll fry it myself! This way, I can try my craft and let my mother eat delicious food when she comes back. What are you cooking? If you have it, just make your mother's favorite "Fried Chili with Bean".

So, I started to find out the beans, washed them and put them away. Then clean the pepper, put it on the serving board and start to "unload eight pieces". Because of my inexperience, I picked up a kitchen knife and chopped it. After cutting, we will start to fry.

I'll turn on the stove first, and then pour in a little oil. After a while, the oil boiled and rang. When I poured the beans into the pot, I made a loud noise and gave me a fright. After I calmed down, I began to stir the beans evenly. After a while, I poured the pepper in again.

then, I put a little salt in it and fried it for a while. I added a little monosodium glutamate, and in order to taste better, I also added some "stir-fry king" ingredients. I turned off the stove and tasted my own cooking when it was half cooked. It tastes good, but it will be more delicious if you add some salt.

So I turned on the stove again and added some salt. When it's cooked, I put the dishes on a plate and bring them to the table, and a dish is ready. I picked up chopsticks, picked up a bean and sent it to my mouth. Wow! It's delicious. I can't believe that I can cook such a good dish for the first time.

I couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, put on a bowl of rice, and then had a delicious meal. Suddenly I heard the sound of the key unlocking. It must be my mother's return. I want to give her a surprise.

My mother walked into the living room and said to me anxiously, "Oh, it's so late. I haven't cooked yet. Go and eat instant noodles!" I pretended to be mysterious and said, "There is no need to eat instant noodles. Go to the kitchen and have a look."

Mom walked into the kitchen, and in an instant, her face was full of surprise: "Did you do it?" I proudly replied, "Of course!" Mom took a sip: "Yes! It is full of color and flavor. " And then his thumb went up. I am also proud to "appreciate" my "masterpiece".

Actually, cooking is like life. As long as you "fry" with your heart and add some seasonings appropriately, you will surely "fry" a delicious life.

Experience in cooking 5

It's everyone's first time. My first fried dish was scrambled eggs with tomatoes. My parents were not at home that day, and I was hungry again, so I made scrambled eggs with tomatoes myself.

at first, I cut tomatoes, and the pieces I cut were very big. As big as what? At this time, remembering the way my mother cut tomatoes, I did as my mother did, and sure enough, I cut the pieces of tomatoes into small pieces. I finished cutting tomatoes and began to beat eggs. When mixing eggs, the egg liquid kept "jumping" on me, like a naughty child. I slowed down the speed of beating eggs, and the eggs "became obedient". After I beat the eggs, I started cooking.

Cooking is a technical job. I first poured some oil, turned the fire into a big fire, heated the oil and put the eggs in at once. As a result, my hand holding the bowl was scalded by the spilled oil in the pot. What was the feeling on my skin? Describe it. "Oh, it's hot," I shouted, almost dropping the bowl into the pot. I wanted to wash my hands with cold water, but I didn't go. I didn't want to fry, but I didn't give up. I held back the pain, turned the fire to medium heat, and turned the eggs in the pot for fear of frying. While frying, I remembered how my mother cooked it. When the eggs were almost cooked, I quickly ran to the front of the cabinet and took out a plate. After I filled the eggs, I thought that my mother had put chopped green onion after frying the eggs. I took a little chopped green onion and put it into the pot carefully, for fear of being burned by the spilled oil again. I raised my hand a little. After putting the chopped green onion, there was a "crackling sound" in the pot. The sound here is well described. What's the taste? Will it have a strong smell when you pour oil and stir fry? I put the tomatoes in again and stirred them. When the tomatoes were almost ripe, I thought about what my mother was doing at this time. After I put the eggs in the pot, I smashed them and put some sugar in them. Soon the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were finished. <