I learned to cook composition 1 "I'm starving!" " I ran home complaining all the way and hurried to the kitchen. Alas, my parents are not at home. I'm the only teenager who can do it. Alas, although I am a little cook at home, I can cook. But it was also done under the supervision of adults. No matter what, just be around your mother. I walked into the kitchen lazily, picked up a large persimmon and washed it, and then picked up the chopping board and put it on the cabinet. Then I picked up my special kitchen knife, cut the word "rice" right above the tomato, cut the tomato into small pieces, and then picked it up and put it on the plate. I took out a mountain egg, a bowl and a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard, then picked up the egg and slammed it, then gently broke it off, and the egg white and yolk came out. I put the pot on the stove and lit it. When the water dried, I poured the oil in. Then there are onions and eggs. After the eggs are fried, they are divided together, and then tomatoes, soy sauce and salt are poured. So, a delicious meal is finished!
I learned how to cook. Everyone has his first time: the first time to climb a mountain, the first time to swim, the first time to ride a bike, the first time to wash clothes, and the first time to cross the street. Today I'm going to talk about my first cooking. I remember it was a Sunday, my parents were out, and I was alone at home. I finished my homework first, and when I felt I had nothing to do, I went to watch my favorite cartoon. Soon, my stomach growled at me, but I couldn't cook, so I had to try to make myself forget about it and continue watching TV. Before long, my stomach kept protesting, so I had to bite the bullet and learn to cook! In my memory, it is easiest for my mother to cook fried eggs, so I tried to cook fried eggs. First of all, I hold an egg tightly in my hands, gently touch it on the edge of the bowl, and the egg shell will break open. Then I break it with my hands and easily pour the yolk and egg white into the bowl. I scooped up a spoonful of oil and poured it into the wok. Then I fired, and the oil danced in the wok. I poured the egg into the pot, only to hear a "sting", and the yolk and egg white jumped into the "guillotine" like prisoners. After a while, when it was fried, I turned it over with a shovel. The omelet made a 36-degree rotation in the air, and then I pressed it hard like an officer in charge of prisoners. In a short time, an omelet with an attractive smell from generate came out of the pot. It was like a fairy, so I dressed him in sweet "clothes"-white sugar, and began to eat with chopsticks. Eating my own fried eggs, I feel very happy and learn to cook. I am so happy!
I learned how to cook. On Saturday morning, I was learning how to cook. My mother said, "If you are at home when we go out on business and you are hungry, you can cook by yourself. First, wash the tomatoes, cut them into small pieces with a knife, then beat two or three eggs into a bowl, smash them with chopsticks, then turn on the fire, heat the pot, and pour some cooking oil until the oil is hot. "I remember, mom!" Then, under the careful guidance of my mother, I finally made a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes!
I learned how to cook. Recently, my mother asked me to go home alone after school, and she also taught me to cook, so I can eat as long as I cook. Mother said, "First pour some rice into the inner pot of this rice cooker, wash the rice twice, then put some water, then dry the water under the inner pot, then put it into the rice cooker, press the main switch, and then press' cook'." And told me to try, I poured three barrels of rice into it, carefully mixed it with my hands in the rice with only a little water, then dried the water under it, put it in the rice cooker, pressed the button a few times, and waited for twenty minutes, and the rice cooker rang "mmm-mmm". I'll open it. Oh, my God! A burning smell dispersed. As a result, it can be imagined that it was burnt, and the top was yellow and the bottom was black. Not only that, the rice was doubled, and two meals of rice were lost, and the rice cooker was almost burnt out. The second time, I was almost the same as the last time, but I put a little more water, and the rice was enough for our family. This time, I cooked well, and the water was neither too much nor too little, and the rice was just right. I won the praise of my father.
I learned how to cook. My mother's best meal is making omelets. So, in the summer vacation, I decided to learn from my mother and learn this unique skill. My mother learned what I meant and said, "OK, no problem, I promise to teach you." "That's good." I am happy to answer. My mother began to teach me. She said, "First, put a proper amount of white flour into the basin, then beat in three eggs, then chop up the onion and put it into the basin with salt, monosodium glutamate and spiced powder respectively, and finally pour in a small amount of cold water, mix it into a paste, and the preparations will be done." Mom continued: "Put a small amount of oil in the pan, heat it on the fire, put the prepared flour into the pan with a big spoon, turn the flour into a cake, and then rotate the cake 18 degrees. After one or two minutes, you can taste delicious." It's my turn to do it. I first put the white flour into the basin, and carefully put the right amount of salt, monosodium glutamate and spiced powder together, then beat the eggs in and put the chopped onions in. Then, I followed my mother's instructions. First, I poured the oil into the pot and heated it on the fire. At the same time, I put the flour into the pot with a big spoon and turned it into a cake. After another turn, the egg cake was ready. I looked at Huang Chengcheng's omelet and couldn't wait for my mother to try it. Mother took a bite and said, it's delicious. During the summer vacation, I learned how to make omelets, but it also taught me that only hard work can lead to victory.
I learned how to cook. 6 At this moment, we are all like little emperors at home, living a life of mouth to mouth and clothes to reach out. I know nothing about things in life except study. Every time I come home from school and eat delicious meals cooked by my mother, I also want to try. But every time my mother makes an excuse not to let me learn. After my persistent pestering, my mother finally agreed to teach me. First of all, I scooped up two bowls of rice and poured them into the rice basket, then washed them with clear water again and again, and then poured the washed rice into the pot. At this time, my mother told me: "Hot water should be used for cooking, so as to ensure that the vitamins in rice are not destroyed, and the amount of water should be well controlled. The most suitable one is 2 cm higher than rice." Under the on-site guidance of my mother, I put the water in, covered the lid, plugged in the power supply, and pressed the button for half an hour. I couldn't wait to open the lid, and the delicious and glistening rice appeared in front of me at this moment. Taste it, it's really better than mom's cooking. If my mother is not at home one day, I will cook for myself. Learning to cook also made me understand that you have to work hard to do anything, so that you can gain something.
I learned how to cook. I learned a lot, such as washing dishes, doing housework, cooking and riding a bike. What makes me most happy is the name of the cooking dish: lying eggs. It was a sunny day, and I went to my uncle's house. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my uncle's busy figure, so I went over to see if he was cooking. I asked my uncle, "Uncle, what are you doing?" Uncle said, "I'm making lying eggs." At this time, I thought to myself that if I learned this dish, I wouldn't be hungry if my parents weren't at home. But I thought that my indifferent uncle would never promise me, so I got up the courage to ask my uncle, "Can you teach me how to cook this dish?" Uncle calmly said, "Yes." My uncle told me that the ingredients to be prepared are 6 eggs, black pepper, salt, cooking oil, soy sauce, sesame seeds and onions. Uncle asked me to take out a small pot and beat two eggs first, then add a little salt, cooking oil, soy sauce and black pepper, cut the green onions into small pieces, stir them after putting them away, and finally add the remaining four eggs. Remember to put the eggs whole, so you don't have to stir them after putting them away. Boil the pot with water and steam it on the steam curtain for about 1 minutes. My lying egg is out of the pot. By the way, I have to put an ornament on it, sesame. I let my family taste it, some gave me thumbs up, and some praised me for being really good, which made me feel happy. Cooking is a job that can improve our hands-on ability. When I grow up, I want to be a chef and learn more about delicious food.
I learned how to cook. On a sunny morning, I woke up early and found my mother was not in her room. I went to many places and finally found my mother in the kitchen. I saw her cooking. I looked at it and was curious, so I cooked with my mother. My mother said, "You go and cut vegetables, and I'll cook." I promised my mother and said, "You will ask me to cook at noon, and I will do it myself." Mom promised me. I listened to my mother's words and cut vegetables with her. Then my mother put the vegetables in the pot, put a lot of cooking things and started cooking. After cooking, I tasted it immediately. This dish is very delicious, and I am even happier, waiting for noon. At noon, my mother took me to cook. We cooked noodles together. I didn't ask my mother to cook. I only asked my mother to tell me the steps of cooking. I cooked it myself, but I put too much salt in it, so it was very salty when I ate it. I didn't lose heart. I believed in myself. After my efforts, my cooking is finally neither sweet nor salty, very delicious, and delicious. I am very happy.
I learned how to cook. The book named this dish "Shredded celery". When I opened the refrigerator, I found just 25g celery and 5g mushrooms I bought yesterday, and half a catty of pork my grandfather just bought. I wash the mushrooms first, and then soak them in boiling water. I cut off the leaves and ends of celery, then wash the remaining stems and cut them into sections; I cut the pork into filaments and put it into a bowl. Then I put two teaspoons of salt, one teaspoon of monosodium glutamate and three teaspoons of sesame oil into the bowl. Finally, shred the soaked mushrooms. The preparatory work is completed. I'll cook these materials for half-cooked, then pour a bowl of water into the pot and wait until the water bubbles. Besides this dish, I also cooked boiled eggs, a pot of lettuce and beef ball soup and a pot of rice. After all this is done, I will sit on the sofa and rest, and surprise my parents when they come home. At seven o'clock sharp, my mother came back. As soon as she entered the door, she asked, "What smells so good?" I took out my chopsticks and replied, "Of course it's the smell of the food." "Who cooked the meal?" "Of course it's me!" I am proud to say. At this time, my mother looked at the food on the table dumbfounded and said with a grain of salt, "Did you really make this?" My mother then asked some more questions and finally believed that I cooked the meal because I was the only one at home. At this time, my father came back, my mother told my father the ins and outs, and my father praised me. Our family of three sat down to have dinner with relish. Neither my parents nor I thought that from this accidental opportunity, I learned to cook, which is a skill and a success. Every time I think about it, I feel endless aftertaste, because it not only exercises my independent living ability, but also allows me to share my mother's work.
I learned how to cook. Today, I was alone at home. At noon, I decided to cook a big lunch for myself. I usually secretly watched my parents cook, just in time to practice that I am the chef of our family today. After the rice steamer, I began to prepare the ingredients for cooking. What we are going to do today is stir-fried meat with shredded radish. I'll soak the meat first, wash the radish and shred it. After a few minutes, I'll take the meat out and cut it into strips. Everything is ready and we'll start work. Thinking back to my parents' usual cooking steps, first turn on the fire, pour in appropriate oil, and put pepper, shredded pork, shredded radish, salt and soy sauce one by one. Stir-fry a few times, thinking that I don't know when it will be cooked. Let's watch TV first. After a few minutes, when I was watching the excitement, my father came back, and the whole room smelled of paste. I thought, this is broken. Dad asked, "Why do you cook by yourself?" I said, "I'm hungry. I don't know when I'll come back. Why should I drink Northwest Wind?" Dad smiled, poured my fried rice and said to me, "Be careful when cooking, use all seasonings properly, and pay attention to the heat." Everything comes to him who waits. With the joint efforts of my father and I, the delicious fried shredded pork with radish is ready. Although I didn't cook well myself, it was the first time to cook. I will try my best to do every first time.
I learned how to cook. Today is Sunday, and my father is not at home, so my mother said to me, "Shall I teach you how to cook?" I answered without hesitation: "Good." It's almost 11 o'clock. Let's put on our waists and start cooking. First, wash the vegetables, remove the yellow leaves, then put the pot on the fire, heat the pot, pour some oil, and then put the vegetables in the pot. Green vegetables swim around like free fish, how leisurely. Mother said, "Put some salt, vinegar and monosodium glutamate, so that the vegetables will be more fragrant and sweet." I did as my mother said. I picked up a shovel and stirred the vegetables. I didn't like vegetables at first, but I like them more and more since I fried them. When the meal is ready, I put my fried vegetables on a plate, I eat my cooking with my mother, and I gulp down my cooking. In the evening, my father came back, and I quickly said, "I'll take care of the dinner tonight." I went into the kitchen and put my waistcoat on me. I cooked the dinner according to the method my mother taught me. I put the food on a plate and put it in front of my father. My father said, "It's really delicious." Dad took a big bite, and while eating, he said, "Your cooking is really delicious." I originally decided that cooking was very simple, but now I feel that cooking is not easy. I know: as long as you have confidence, there is nothing you can't succeed. We must refuel!
I learned to cook. I learned to cook during the summer vacation. As for why? There is still a passage, and I am interested in reading! One Saturday, I was at home and felt bored. Thinking about it, I suddenly thought of cooking. Since I thought about it, why not give it a try? So, I pestered my mother to learn to cook. My mother was pestered by me and had to teach me to cook. I learned to cook 1 words. I learned to cook 1 words. First, my mother told me to go to the rice jar and put two cups of rice in a cup. After I installed it, my mother asked me to put water in the rice cooker, and then washing rice was also called washing rice. After washing, pour out the water and put it into the pot with water about one centimeter higher than the rice. Then, when the rice was ready, when I opened the lid, the rice inside surprised me-there was a hole in the middle of it, wasn't it funny? In fact, cooking is not so difficult, as long as you are serious!
I learned to cook. Today, I learned to cook, and my mother praised me, so I was very happy! In the morning, mom and dad are still sleeping in. I got up from the bed, got dressed, ran to mom and dad's room and asked