1. How to write an essay on the delicious food I cooked can be used as a reference. It is best to add your own feelings. After all, the essay requires personal input***. It is so beautiful every time I see my mother’s hand holding the kitchen knife tightly and dancing on the cutting board.

, I always want to go into the kitchen and show off my skills.

After I begged hard, my mother allowed me to get what I wanted.

It was summer vacation, and my mother asked me to be the "little housekeeper" in charge of daily necessities.

I was so happy that I quickly followed my mother's instructions, went to the supermarket to buy the necessary supplies, picked up the spatula, and was ready.

My cooking standard is to make a delicious meal that is both delicious and delicious, and that satisfies my parents.

So after careful planning, I decided to make a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a plate of cold cucumber.

I started by making tomato scrambled eggs.

It was my first time to cook, and I always had trouble cooking, so I had to obey my mother's instructions and operate respectfully.

I first listened to my mother's instructions, cracked the eggs, poured them into a bowl and beat them into a paste, and cut the tomatoes into pieces; then I poured the eggs into the pot and stir-fried.

Hearing the sound of oil exploding in the pot and smelling the aroma of scrambled eggs, I couldn't help but become a little intoxicated.

"Don't be distracted!" Mom's "family motto" rang in my ears again.

I had to work hard again, then added the tomatoes and stir-fried them, added sugar, soy sauce and salt, and cooked them.

I took the opportunity to sit down on a stool and rest.

After a while, when I opened the lid of the pot, a smell came out, and the first plate of delicious food was completed!

I will also learn to make cucumber salad.

So tired!

But I excitedly grabbed the cutting board and held a kitchen knife in my hand to cut the cucumber.

I was humming a little tune while cutting, and I didn't expect that my joy would lead to sadness. Then I thought about it, and I forgot to peel the cucumber!

I quickly grabbed the half-cut cucumber and peeled it.

My mother came in and gave me a long lecture, which made me nervous and cut my hand.

After a while of fussing, I finally peeled it and cut it into pieces. Fortunately, the rest was easy, just adding vinegar, sesame oil and salt.

You're done!

I couldn't wait to put the "trophy" on the table and wait for the meal.

After mom and dad tasted it, they both said it tasted really good.

I also tasted some, it was so delicious!

I felt happy.

It’s true that the Emperor and Heaven pay off!

No matter what, as long as you work hard, you can succeed!

2. A 500-word essay on the experience of cooking a meal. Example: It’s dinner, and the food is on the table.

I came to the dining table happily, and my father had just returned home from the store.

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Dad also brought a roast chicken that was plump, fragrant and crispy, and you could tell it was very delicious at first glance.

I lifted the roast chicken in my hand and smelled it. The aroma came to my nostrils and almost made my mouth water.

The roasted chicken was roasted until it was all red, and there was a saying: cut off the pork - not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

Moreover, it wears a "crown" on its head. It seems that there are more "chicken emperors" than us!

And the "two chicken drumstick brothers" were inseparable all day long. I picked up a piece of chicken drumstick and tasted one. "Hmm...good!" I said intoxicated, "delicious!" I really wanted to use advertising slogans to describe "it tastes good."

"Great!" It would be great to give such delicious roast chicken to my parents. "Mom and dad, this roast chicken is so delicious. Come and have a few bites," I shouted excitedly.

My parents said with a smile: "We don't like to eat roast chicken, you can eat it, we are afraid of getting fat." In fact, I know that it is not that my parents don't like to eat, but they want to give me delicious food.

At this time, I came up with a good idea. I covered my face with my hands and frowned. I pretended to be distressed by the roast chicken and showed it to my parents. I shouted loudly: "What kind of roast chicken is this?"

It’s so bitter! Come and try it.” Mom and dad took a bite and said, “No, it’s delicious.” “Try it again,” they saw how seriously I said it, and they continued to eat.

After several bites, it wasn't until my parents had eaten most of the piece that I breathed a sigh of relief and said happily: "Mom and dad, you fell into the trap!" "Good boy, how dare you play tricks on your parents." "Haha..." So...

A delicious dinner was filled with family laughter at this dining table.

3. I cooked a sumptuous dinner and my mother laughed. How to write this essay? In the memory of that sumptuous dinner, that sumptuous dinner made my heart ripple and made me understand the meaning of "mother".

The words are so gentle.

It happened after a final exam in fifth grade.

When the last subject was tested, the whole class ran like wild horses running wildly through the school gate.

I flew out of the school gate like an arrow off the string.

When I got home, bursts of fragrant food smells hit me. My mouth watered, and I quickly ran into the room. I was shocked when I saw green vegetables, fried meat with green peppers, and a bowl full of green vegetables on the dining table.

Winter Melon Pork Ribs Soup and a bottle of Coca-Cola - these are my favorites!

I couldn't resist the temptation and secretly picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and imported it.

Wow!

This...this is so delicious!

Huh?

Where has mom gone?

I looked around, left and right, but I couldn't find my mother.