In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays and argumentative essays according to different genres. What kind of compositions have you seen? Below is a composition about my own cooking that I compiled for you. You are welcome to share it. Self-cooking essay 1

Everyone has some experiences of their own, and I am certainly no exception. The thing that impressed me the most was that I learned to cook for myself.

It was one afternoon. In order to complete the teacher's task of "being a little chef", I decided to give it a try. The cooking battle begins. I opened the refrigerator, um, there are ribs, eggs, potatoes... OK! I take out the dishes first and then wash them. After washing the vegetable leaves and stems, put them in the pot and fry them. When I was about to pour oil on the vegetables, the oil stars immediately splashed up and burned the back of my hand. I said "ouch", then squatted down and rubbed my hands. "I quit!" After I said that, I jumped on the sofa in frustration. When my mother saw it, she asked, "What's wrong? Are you burning your hands? It's okay." Then she taught me how to cook.

"Okay, I'll try again." I felt energetic again. I followed my mother's instructions and quickly cooked the dishes. Next is cutting the potatoes. After I picked the potatoes, I washed them and then peeled them. The cut was too light and only a little bit was removed. Another cut was too heavy and a large piece was cut off. I was clumsy, but I kept at it. Slowly, it became more beautiful. After peeling, I cut the potatoes into small pieces, then added some ingredients and fried them with the potatoes.

Next is the fish. It was too difficult to cook the fish, so I had to ask an expert mother for guidance. My mother helped me cut off the fish belly. I felt disgusted when I looked at it. I was most afraid of the smell of fish and didn’t know where to start. After researching for a while, I came up with the plan. I placed the fish on the chopping board. Since I didn't dare to touch the fish, I held the knife with both hands and cut the fish downwards. As a result, the fish meat was cut into different sizes. When frying, I didn't know what ingredients to add. I picked up the soy sauce and poured too much soy sauce as soon as I poured it into the pan. what to do? Oh, water! After thinking about it, I quickly picked up the bowl, filled it with some water and poured it into the pot. I accidentally poured too much water and the fish seemed bland. I didn't care and added ingredients randomly.

By the way, there is still rice to cook. When my mother saw that it was almost time to eat, she helped me with the cooking and then asked me to watch. I just put the potatoes, vegetables and fish on the plate and didn't care about the rice. After a while, a burning smell hit my nose. An instinctive reaction made me look towards the rice pot. "Rice, the rice is burnt!" I shouted and quickly turned off the fire.

Finally it’s time to eat. My result is: golden rice on the bottom, bitter fish in it, and bland potatoes and vegetables. My mother and I tried the taste together. My mother said: "It was the first time I made it, so it was pretty good. However, the rice was too bad, it was all burnt." I said: "Didn't the advertisement say, 'Rice should be golden, rice should be golden'?" "Potatoes and vegetables are too bland." "Bland food is good for the body." "That fish is too bitter." "Bitter medicine is a good medicine." When my mother heard my explanation, she couldn't help laughing.

I have benefited a lot from this cooking experience. Even if I eat delicacies from mountains and seas, they are not as good as my own ordinary food. Moreover, I must persevere in whatever I do. Self-cooking essay 2

Mom used to be able to cook too few dishes, but now she can cook more and more dishes. It turns out that the rice cooked by my mother has no taste at all, which is far worse than that of my grandma! Now, my mother's cooking is catching up with my grandma's, and the taste has become more fragrant. In fact, my mother used to be very good, just a little worse than now. I really hope that my mother can surpass grandma one day.

When I got home from school today, I heard that today I was going to make my favorite tomato scrambled eggs again. As soon as I heard this, I immediately ran into the kitchen to see how my mother made scrambled eggs with tomatoes. This is a rare opportunity, and I must seize it. I must learn my favorite dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the future. Mom first took out two bright red tomatoes. The tomatoes were fat, like two little dolls. My mother took out three more eggs from the refrigerator and a small bowl. She washed the tomatoes and eggs carefully under the faucet, then took an egg, smashed it on the edge of the bowl, and then quickly opened the cracked egg. The egg was divided into two halves, and the yellow yolk fell into the bowl, with egg white next to it. Mom took the chopsticks and stirred it in the bowl again. The egg yolk and egg white became golden and even, and the eggs were beaten. Mom picked up the tomatoes she had just washed, picked up the kitchen knife, and cut the tomatoes into hob shapes. She only heard the sound of "dong dong" and "sizzling". Finally, she cut the tomatoes. When my mother was cutting just now, I heard a "dong dong" sound. the sound of. My mother turned on the gas and when the pot was hot, she poured the oil in again, then poured the stirred eggs into the pot, and then stirred them around with a spatula. I found that the eggs were stirring little by little. It expanded and was still slowly solidifying. Finally, the egg was completely solidified. Mom turned off the gas and poured the egg out. When the pot is hot, pour the oil in. Then, my mother pours in the tomatoes she just chopped, takes the spatula and stir-fries quickly. Mom adds some sugar and some salt, and then stir-fries the tomatoes just now. Pour the good eggs in and start stir-frying quickly.

Finally, I finished frying the red and golden scrambled eggs with tomatoes. My mother put the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on a plate and put it on the dining table. The dish was considered complete.

This scrambled eggs with tomatoes is very bright in color, red and golden, so beautiful! The aroma makes me want to eat up the scrambled eggs with tomatoes as soon as possible. Finally started eating, I ate all the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in one go. The scrambled eggs with tomatoes were so delicious! I wish I could eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes every day!

Mom looks so beautiful when she is cooking, as if she is performing a symphony of pots and pans. Thank you for your hard work, Mom, I will always love you! Self-cooking essay 3

The egg fried rice made by my dad tastes great. After learning a few tricks from my dad, I have been eager to try making it myself. Today at noon, I, the little chef, can finally show off my talents!

Act quickly. I put on an apron, hummed a tune, took the corn out of the freezer of the refrigerator, first removed the beard from the corn, and then used the back of a knife to knock off the hard corn kernels one by one. This was very time-consuming and required patience. Thaw the corn kernels, let them dry for a while, wash them and set aside. Next, wash two green shallots and carrots, cut the shallots into small sections, and cut the carrots and ham sausage into small dices. However, the dices I cut are uneven in size and come in various shapes, including semicircles. Some are rectangular or triangular. I couldn't help but steal a few pieces of ham. It was so delicious!

The materials are all ready, and all we need is the east wind. I cleaned the pot, put it on the stove, and lit the fire. When I put a little oil in, I heard a buzzing sound, and the oil splashed on my face, which hurt a lot. I quickly cracked the eggs. When I cracked the eggs, I knocked all the eggshells into the pot. I hurriedly picked out the eggshells with a shovel. Next, use a shovel to break the eggs into pieces, then put the corn kernels, carrots and ham into the pot and stir-fry together. Add a little salt and stir-fry constantly. If it becomes a bit mushy, quickly turn down the heat. point. When the ingredients are almost cooked, set them aside, add the rice, break the rice into pieces with a spatula, and stir-fry. When the rice turns a little yellow, stir-fry it with corn, carrots, ham and eggs for a while, sprinkle with chives and stir-fry a few more times. With a clanking sound, the egg fried rice came out of the pot.

Mom followed the sound to the kitchen, Mom, try the egg fried rice I made! I told my mother like a treasure. Mom laughed loudly: Oh, my little cat, you worked too hard to make egg fried rice today, your face is all bruised! I didn’t know why, but my mother tapped my chin and cheeks with her fingers. I quickly went to look in the mirror. Oh my god, because I was so busy, there were several black maps on my forehead, face, and chin. I really turned into a cat with a painted face.

However, looking back at the fragrant egg fried rice, the slightly yellow rice is dotted with golden corn, as well as red ham sausage, orange-red carrots, green chives and golden... egg. One look at it makes one's appetite whet one's appetite. I couldn't wait to eat it. It tasted a bit like fried ice cream. Mom said: This egg fried rice does not look the best, but it is the best egg fried rice I have ever eaten! While I was devouring the egg fried rice, I said inarticulately: Mom, next time I make egg fried rice, it will definitely taste better than today! Self-cooking essay 4

I have been at home by myself in the past few days, so it is a bit inconvenient to eat. My mother has to come back every day to deliver food. Today, my mother unexpectedly told me that I should cook for myself.

We didn’t have a better tool to communicate, so we used QQ to let my mother guide me, just like a remote control.

The dish my mother recommended to me is eggplant with garlic. My mother gave me instructions when washing vegetables, as if I didn’t even know how to wash or pick up vegetables. However, I had a problem with the next step of processing: I had never cut vegetables by myself, so my mother taught me with hand gestures. First cut the eggplants in half horizontally from the middle, then cut them vertically into slices, and then Another article. Following my mother's instructions, I cut the eggplants horizontally, then stood them up and cut them downwards. But in fact, I didn't watch adults chopping vegetables carefully. I was afraid of cutting my hands with the knife, so I didn't dare to use a kitchen knife and chose a fruit knife. I cut it carefully with a fruit knife. The thickness was not uniform at all, and it was not as neat and beautiful as my mother's cutting. Moreover, I didn’t know how to deal with the head and handle of the eggplant. It seemed that they were not very ripe, so I just threw them into the garbage basket.

In the blink of an eye, the eggplant had been dismembered into pieces, and I couldn’t bear to look at it. I switched to a larger knife and used it to cut the slices into strips. But I cut it a little shallowly, and some of the strips were connected together. In short, the eggplant was completely tortured.

After cutting the eggplant, my mother asked me to find a pot, add water to the pot, then put the eggplant on the drawer, put it into the pot, and steam the eggplant.

I don’t know which pot to use. I picked up the pan that my mother usually used to fry meat for me, put it in front of the video, and asked my mother if it was this, and my mother shook her head. So I changed to a small pan, the one my mother used to cook cereal for me, and my mother shook her head again; so I changed to a rice cooker to steam rice, but my mother still shook her head. Oops, what kind of pot do you use? I showed the biggest steamer in the house to my mother, and she nodded with satisfaction. Finally got it right.

It’s finally better now. Considering that I was alone at home and it was dangerous to use natural gas, my mother asked me to use an induction cooker.

Following my mother's instructions, I selected the steam button. Just eating eggplant for lunch is not enough, so I put a few pieces of ribs on the top shelf of the drawer so that they can be heated up.

After 15 minutes, I turned off the power. When I opened the lid of the pot, the hot steam spurted out immediately. I was so scared that I quickly closed it again.

After a while, my mother came back and brought me delicious rice. I mixed the eggplant with minced garlic, light soy sauce and olive oil and gave it to my mother, but I didn’t want to taste it myself. Because I don't like eggplant.

My mother was very excited because I unexpectedly learned how to cook. Of course I am very happy myself. This method guides me to learn to cook, which is quite interesting.

My mother said that she would find an opportunity in the future to teach me a few more dishes in person, so that I would not have to worry about being hungry, and my mother would not have to run home every day to cook for me. Self-cooking essay 5

Today at noon, my mother still didn’t come back at twelve o’clock, so I decided to cook a meal for my mother. What should I do? After much deliberation, I decided to make rice and fry an onion mixed with eggs.

Just do it. I first filled a small bowl with two small bowls of rice and poured it into the basin. After taking a look, I felt it was not enough, so I filled another bowl of rice and poured it into the basin. Then I followed my mother's example and took the water and started washing the rice. I grabbed it with my hands in the water and sometimes rubbed the rice with my hands. I was afraid that one grain of rice was not washed clean. Suddenly I remembered something. It is written in this book that rice should not be washed for too long, or the nutrients in the rice will disappear. I quickly put the rice I was about to rub back into the basin, and grabbed it back and forth in the basin a few times with my hands. The rice was considered ready. I carefully poured the rice washing water into the flower pot, for fear of pouring out the rice again, but when I almost finished pouring the water, the millet grains stopped obeying me and jumped into the flower pot one by one. I I hurriedly blocked the rice grains with my hands, but when I poured the water, the rice grains still jumped into the flower pot. I was really angry! I simply scooped out the water one by one with a spoon. When there was only a little bit of water left, I couldn't scoop it out anymore or pour it out, so I stopped scooping out and poured out the water that couldn't be scooped out. That little water remained in the basin. Then I poured the favored rice into the pot, added a few bowls of water, two or three centimeters above the rice, covered the pot, and waited for the rice to steam and enjoy it slowly!

After steaming the rice, I started cooking. I cut the onions first and put them on the chopping board for later use. It’s time to beat eggs. I have practiced beating eggs more than once. During the practice, I once got eggs all over my hands. I also spilled all the egg whites and yolks on the ground, leaving only the eggshells in my hands. I've been there, I hope there won't be any trouble today. I first took the egg and knocked it gently on the edge of the bowl. It was intact! Come again, good! This time it was just right. I broke it lightly and the egg whites and yolks slid into the bowl. Then I broke two more and put salt on the eggs and mixed them thoroughly.

The fire was about to start, so I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. After all, it was my first time to practice alone. I slowly unscrewed the gas tank, turned on the fire, and poured some oil into the pot. When the oil was 80% heated, I put the prepared eggs into the pot. The eggs popped out with a "whisk". There were big bubbles one by one. I used a cooking spatula to separate them. When the eggs were almost ready, I moved the eggs to one side of the pot, poured the onions in, put salt on the onions, and mixed the eggs and onions. Stir fry for a while and then it's ready.

At this time, my mother just came back and saw the food I cooked. She said happily: "My daughter has really grown up!" I felt happy after hearing this! Self-cooking composition 6

On a weekend day, the weather was fine and the sun was shining, and only my father and I were at home. Dad said, "Let me teach you how to cook today!" I hesitated, but finally agreed.

Starting to cook, Dad cleaned the rice cooker first, then scooped two bowls of rice into the basin in the rice cooker. He washed the rice over and over again, and finally the rice was Clean. So, Dad put the basin into the rice cooker, closed the lid, and turned on the power. My father and I waited patiently. After a while, the rice was cooked and the aroma came to your nostrils. I couldn't help it anymore, so I took a bite of rice with chopsticks, put it in my mouth and tasted it, "Wow" it smells so good!

I didn’t expect that rice would be so easy to make.

I said to my father. "Let me try it too!" Dad nodded.

I followed my father's example, first brushed the pot clean, and then washed the rice clean. "Oops" I didn't hold the pot properly and all the rice was scattered. I had to wash it again. This time I succeeded. . I put the rice into the rice cooker and turned on the power. After waiting for a while, I opened the pot and took a look, "Oh my god, why did the dry rice turn into gruel?" Dad heard this and ran over to me and said, "Haha, you put too much water." After that, After several more exercises, I finally learned how to cook.

As I grow older, I have learned many skills, such as riding a bicycle and skating... But the one I remember most is the time I learned to cook.

On a weekend day, the weather was clear and sunny, and only my father and I were at home. Dad said, "Let me teach you how to cook today!" I hesitated, but finally agreed.

Starting to cook, Dad cleaned the rice cooker first, then scooped two bowls of rice into the basin in the rice cooker. He washed the rice over and over again, and finally the rice was Clean.

So, Dad put the basin into the rice cooker, closed the lid, and turned on the power. My father and I waited patiently. After a while, the rice was cooked and the aroma came to your nostrils. I couldn't help it anymore, so I took a bite of rice with chopsticks, put it in my mouth and tasted it, "Wow" it smells so good!

I didn’t expect that rice would be so easy to make.

I said to my father. "Let me try it too!" Dad nodded.

I followed my father's example, first brushed the pot clean, and then washed the rice clean. "Oops" I didn't hold the pot properly and all the rice was scattered. I had to wash it again. This time I succeeded. . I put the rice into the rice cooker and turned on the power. After waiting for a while, I opened the pot and took a look, "Oh my god, why did the dry rice turn into gruel?" Dad heard this and ran over to me and said, "Haha, you put too much water." After that, After several more exercises, I finally learned how to cook.

Through this learning to cook, I learned: Everything must be done seriously and carefully. Only in this way can we do it well.

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