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A 600-word essay on making pearl meatballs

Pork Meatballs Recently I have a huge appetite and want to eat everything I see, but...vegetarian food is not enough!

I am a carnivore, but I am a carnivore. If you eat even a little bit of vegetarian food, you will die~~ Haha, it’s not that serious.

I remembered another delicacy that I can’t get enough of every day: pork meatballs!

Haha, because I haven’t eaten it all these years, I forgot about it.

I just remembered it and wanted to reminisce about it, so I went to find my dad to buy some meat to make pork meatballs.

After I bought the meat, my father started cooking it. He first cut the meat into strips of "little earthworms".

I took a look and it was so fun!

Then, Dad uses his ultimate move: Super Slash.

Little earthworms turned into balls of mud.

Dad did the next step, which was to boil a pot of water. This step is the simplest.

Finally, dad started to make balls.

The meat was tightly rolled into balls. I was really surprised, how could such smooth meat be rolled into balls?

I haven't figured out this mystery yet.

After thinking about it, the meatballs were freshly baked.

I don't care, I just rush there to eat.

Well~~Dad did a great job!

Very fragrant and juicy.

There is also the winter melon there, the aroma fills your mouth as soon as you bite it.

ah!

The pork meatballs are so delicious!

A 600-word essay on making pearl meatballs. Pork meatballs. Recently, I have a huge appetite. I want to eat everything I see, but... vegetarian food is not good!

I am a carnivore, but I am a carnivore. If you eat even a little bit of vegetarian food, you will die~~ Haha, it’s not that serious.

I remembered another delicacy that I can’t get enough of every day: pork meatballs!

Haha, because I haven’t eaten it all these years, I forgot about it.

I just remembered it and wanted to reminisce about it, so I went to find my dad to buy some meat to make pork meatballs.

After I bought the meat, my father started cooking it. He first cut the meat into strips of "little earthworms".

I took a look and it was so fun!

Then, Dad uses his ultimate move: Super Slash.

Little earthworms turned into balls of mud.

Dad did the next step, which was to boil a pot of water. This step is the simplest.

Finally, dad started to make balls.

The meat was tightly rolled into balls. I was really surprised, how could such smooth meat be rolled into balls?

I haven't figured out this mystery yet.

After thinking about it, the meatballs were freshly baked.

I don't care, I just rush there to eat.

Well~~Dad did a great job!

Very fragrant and juicy.

There is also the winter melon there, the aroma fills your mouth as soon as you bite it.

ah!

The pork meatballs are so delicious!

Croquettes Composition Croquettes Today, my mother and I made croquettes together and had a great time.

Since this was my first time making croquettes, I was relatively new to the technique.

The first step is of course to make preparations. Everything should start from the basics.

According to my mother's instructions, I first removed the mud from the radish, then washed it, used a radish peeler to cut the radish into shreds, then cut it into diced radish with a knife, put it into a mixing bowl, added some flour, and mixed in some

Add an appropriate amount of water, stir evenly, then add appropriate salt and seasonings, and that's it.

"Add an egg." I stared at my mother in confusion and asked, "Why?" My mother patiently told me, "Adding eggs can increase its softness and make it taste better." I obeyed.

Following my mother's advice, I used all my strength to mix it vigorously, meticulously, and sweat continued to flow "three thousand feet down" from both sides of my forehead.

I was so tired that I rolled up my sleeves and fiddled around regardless of the three, seven, twenty-one or seven-seven-forty-nine, which turned me into a "white-faced man".

After unremitting efforts, the two sides finally reconciled.

It's time to fry the meatballs. Since my mother has given me the important task, I must seize this hard-won opportunity to show off my talents and hone myself.

I was confident and put the round meatballs into the oil pan with a spoon. The meatballs were fine, but I took a few steps back in fright.

When the pot is filled with meatballs, the hot oil will be as tender and lovely as fried flowers.

Time passed minute by second, and the meatball suddenly cracked open with a "pop" sound. It was smiling at me like a naughty baby, and spurted out a stream of hot air, "golden flowers splashed everywhere".

The oil splashed from the pot burned my hands, and I was so frightened that my fingers connected with my heart.

Just when I was in a hurry, I remembered the meatballs in the pot. As you can imagine, the meatballs were "cooked", floating on the oil surface, and completely mushy. Alas!

It looks easy but is difficult to do. Is this my craft?

It doesn't matter, failure is the mother of success!

How can you see a rainbow without going through ups and downs? No one can succeed casually. This is the first time, and it’s already pretty good. I can’t help comforting myself.

I was not discouraged and tried again with my mother's encouragement and patient help.