1. Essay on Eating Chili Peppers

When I was a child, I found it fun when I saw other people eating chili peppers. I often wanted to eat them myself, but I was too timid to eat them.

Once, my father took me to eat noodles. That's my favorite food.

I followed him to the noodle shop. When we got there, Dad ordered two bowls of pork liver noodles.

After a while, the hot noodles were served. I picked up my chopsticks and took a big bite. Ah, this noodle is so fragrant and delicious.

After taking one bite, Dad put down his chopsticks, took the jar on the table, opened the lid, and scooped out some red stuff with a spoon and put it into the noodle bowl. Then, Dad mixed the noodles with chopsticks and started eating again.

At this time, Dad started eating with relish. I saw that my father was eating so deliciously and deliciously, so I stopped and watched my father eat the noodles.

I watched for a while, especially when I saw how delicious the red thing was when my father ate it. I felt curious, so I immediately asked my father: "Dad, what is this red thing?" Dad replied : "It's chili!" "Chili?" I said in confusion. Then I asked my dad again: "Is it delicious?" Dad said with a smile: "Don't you know it after you taste it yourself?" I felt that my dad was right, so I followed my dad's example and just scooped a lot of it. Put a little less chili into the noodle bowl and mix it.

Then, I picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. Wow, so delicious! Spicy, this taste is really weird.

I think it might taste better if I put more. So, I went to the jar and scooped a big spoonful of chili into the noodle bowl.

Then, I mixed it again with chopsticks. Then, I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite.

As soon as the noodles entered my mouth, I spit it out. The whole process probably takes less than four seconds.

My face immediately turned red, and my mouth felt as if there were needles pricking it. I immediately stuck out my tongue and raised my hand to slap hard.

Dad laughed loudly when he saw my embarrassed look. I immediately said to my father: "You still laugh when I'm like this! It's all you!" Dad could only snicker.

At the same time, he also brought me a glass of water for me to rinse my mouth. I rinsed my mouth and felt better.

I was thinking, I will never eat chili pepper again. 2. Articles about eating spicy food

The wind blows through the rainy autumn, and the weekends here are quiet and quiet. Although I still work overtime, I am no longer busy.

Drinking the company’s free coffee and looking through the glass window at the osmanthus tree in the middle of the small roof garden trembling in the wind and rain, I actually felt relaxed, but I didn’t know what to order for lunch alone. , the restaurant where I went late was a little deserted, maybe because of the weekend. Looking at the menu, I really wanted to order boiled fish, but there was no way to eat it in a big pot, so I had to change to a plate of pickled bullfrog. It seems that everything is spicy lately. In fact, it's not recently, it's been a long time. This was unimaginable when I was a little woman who didn't eat spicy food at all five years ago. People will change, but I didn't know that tastes would also change so much. Five years ago, the chili sauce that the little woman ate contained a relatively large amount of carrots. Maybe people from Lianghu and Sichuan could not understand this. Hehe, how could there be carrots in the chili sauce, but Jiangnan is a little further south? This has always been the case in my hometown. Since I was a child, I only tasted the small wontons slightly.

Occasionally, friends bring so-called authentic spicy sauce from far away, and they are tricked into taking a bite. The spicy snot is all over the place, and they can't close their mouths. It's scary. From then on, I just shook my head and kept saying that people who are blessed with good taste do not eat well, but feel good about everything they eat. Although I am delicious, I am not blessed with the blessing of pepper and pepper. I have to say this It's also a pity.

Five years ago, this little woman who doesn’t eat spicy food was actually thrown into Wuhan, a place where there is no spicy food. How can I live? I told the aunt who took care of us in the dormitory not to use spicy food when cooking. It's spicy. The innocent look on Auntie's face is still clear to this day. She said, how do you make this and how do you eat it? I told her that when I eat fish, I want it to be steamed and just add some green onions and ginger. Her disbelieving look made me feel ashamed and thought that I was not a good person to serve. It was really unfair. I am a very talkative person. I was speechless. Ask heaven. My local colleagues took me to eat at Jiqing Street. It was more lively than expected, and I got a deeper insight into Wuhan’s traditional wharf culture. However, I had to drink a can of iced Coke just to eat the one or two shrimp balls. The famous Jingwu Duck Neck can only be watched as his peers gnaw on it excitedly, feeling funny in his heart.

When SARS hit, the boss of the company gave an order, and everyone took turns cooking lunch. The first meal I cooked, I thought my craftsmanship was pretty good, and my former friends and colleagues also praised me. But the appearance of those people is still vivid in my mind, and I feel powerless. If I still remember it in the future, my self-esteem must have been too damaged. Hehehe, I remember clearly that day I made scrambled eggs with leeks, fried razor clams with celery, and cold cucumbers. Braised salted fish, braised pork ribs, tomato and tofu soup, refreshing and refreshing. It turned out that after taking three bites, they seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and actually asked the driver in front of me to go to the supermarket to buy hot sauce.

I fainted, and I really didn’t show any respect. After that, I finally comforted myself by saying that it wasn’t that I didn’t do a good job, but it was because of the contrast in taste. I’m used to eating spicy food, so if I don’t add some, I feel like it’s bland. No matter what I eat, it has no taste. I don’t know who told me that people who can eat spicy food must have a very aggressive personality. Although it cannot be generalized, the regional characteristics of people’s personalities must exist. In fact, it is better to say that it is a kind of personality that has been cultivated since childhood. Such kind of personality, the colleagues there are really more generous and straightforward than the people at home.

Those days were hard but very happy. I fell in love with the fish balls in Tangxun Lake, the fried snacks in Fengguang Village, the soup dumplings in Sijimei, the breakfasts all over the street, and the fried tofu skin, The peppered siomai is a bit like the eggnog in my hometown, the small noodle nests dipped in sugar, and the hot dry noodles that I can eat for two meals. I learned to walk on the road like them. In the morning, I was holding a bowl of pork ribs and stewed lotus root while swaggering through the city. In this way, I experienced the life of this city, a life that was comfortable and did not pay attention to details. Although I didn’t really fall in love with spicy food in the end, at least I accepted the taste in my heart, or it was my friends who had spicy food that made my memory of the taste unknowingly.

The people in this city left me with a period of lively life at the pier. I drifted by, but I have memories that will always be spicy. After I transferred back here, I realized that I had never escaped from the spicy atmosphere. The person opposite me was a very spicy person, even his wife was addicted to spicy food. JOKA, APPLE, and LULU were all spicy leaders. I fainted because of this spicy scene. The relationship has been involved for too long, but the spiciness here seems to have added to the taste of this city. It seems that the spiciness is just right for my taste. Or maybe I have been away from home for too long, and I have gradually stopped clinging to the things I grew up with. The taste memory, or maybe the happy memory in the past made it amiable and lovely, after leaving it, when it became a memory.

So naturally, we got along well with them and visited all the Sichuan restaurants in this city. We fell in love with boiled fish, fell in love with pickled fish, fell in love with pickled pepper... fell in love with each other. Eating spicy food seems to be such a simple process, and I will no longer miss it. This is great. I was very happy today when I was eating pickled bullfrog. Just thinking back to the past, I feel that I never know what will happen in the next second in life. How could I feel this kind of happiness five years ago? Thinking of my old friend who came to play two days ago, I wanted to coax her to eat spicy food, but she Determined not to eat, hehehe, it seems like I can see the shadow of my past, life is really wonderful.

I kept thinking about eating Malatang again. The one at the street corner must have added some ingredients to the soup, which makes people want to stop. But someone told me that there is another restaurant that is more delicious. I will definitely try it if I have the chance. I have fallen in love with spicy food, but I don’t think it is the spicy level for people who like spicy food. It is just the right kind of spiciness, the kind of spiciness that just makes me happy. 3. An essay about eating chili peppers, and they are very spicy chili peppers, urgent

Whenever I recall my childhood memories, I can’t help but laugh out loud when I think of the “chili pepper incident”.

That incident happened when I was four or five years old. At that time, I was still young and didn’t know what chili was. All I know is that my mother didn’t let me eat this, because this aroused my curiosity, and I thought: I have to try what this thing tastes like. One day, my mother bought a lot of chili peppers, washed them, and put them on a plate on the table. The washed peppers are even more beautiful. They are all watery, exquisite and translucent, and extremely cute. Coupled with the red "evening dress" and the big emerald green hat, the combination is really just right. Looking at the fresh chili on the table, my mouth watered with greed. But my mother told me not to eat this. The excitement I had just felt plummeted.

I looked at the red and juicy peppers, and I wanted to take a few bites, but my mother said not to let me eat them. Could it be poison? I think. But when I saw that Hong Hong didn't look like poison, I gave up the idea. Will it be something delicious? Seeing the peppers sparkling under the light dismissed this idea. Sudden. I wonder if this is a very tasty treat? My mother won't let me eat this. Do I have to have this thing exclusively in the future? I was more convinced of this idea and took out a few chili peppers.

"Chili, Chili, I got you. I want to taste you today!" I put the chili on the table. I couldn't wait to pick up the pepper and bite it. After a while, I was so excited that I burst into tears. It’s not that I was too excited to eat chili for the first time, but the smell of chili was so pungent that it made my tears fall down. I burst into tears. The adults came over after hearing the sound and saw the food on the table. Chili, I understand why. He laughed and comforted me.

"I have to understand the essence of things before doing anything." After being burned enough, I also came to this truth. My mother also praised me happily.

The matter of eating chili peppers has always been imprinted in my mind. It is a small wave in my colorful childhood. It gives me wonderful memories. 4. An essay for people who are afraid of spicy food

Spicy is a sexual taste. Learning to eat spicy food means learning to tolerate it, which is very difficult.

One day, my father took me to eat hot pot.

I didn't eat spicy food before. Watching my parents eat spicy food made me feel itchy, so in order to give it a try, I chose spicy fish head soup. When the bottom of the pot came up, looking at the spicy smoke and boiling fish head soup, I was eager to try it, but I was intimidated. With my father's encouragement, I picked up a piece of tender meat from the fish head, put it into my mouth, and chewed it slowly. I immediately felt a strange and overwhelming taste, like a raging fire, hitting my throat. ** * Touching the base of my tongue, I could only use iced drinks to relieve the immeasurable "pain" in my mouth. However, the fire did not weaken. Instead, it spread to the base of my ears, tortured me to death and forced me to tears. I rinsed again. My mouth was vomiting again, the smell was really indescribable. I don’t know how I survived it. After a while, the fire finally slowed down. “I’m afraid of it!” Dad patted me on the back and couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s an endless aftertaste, right? You can’t get there unless you enter the tiger’s den.” Hu Zi? Keep going." At this time, I just took a breath, but I was not willing to give up. I knew that there were tigers in the mountains, so I went to the tiger mountains! Then the arduous struggle began again. From then on, I started to get involved with spicy food. Sometimes when I eat spicy dishes, such as hot and sour fish soup, couple's lung slices, etc., I would rather eat them with some water than give up the opportunity to eat spicy food. After many exercises, I can eat some spicy food. Eating spicy food is as hot as a sauna, and patience is an absolute "nirvana".

The same is true in life. When you encounter something unpleasant, you have to be patient. Patience is also an art. It can help you avoid many annoying things and improve your own quality. Whether you can get along with people happily and integrate into this society depends on whether you can endure it and whether you can eat spicy food! Learn to eat spicy food and you will definitely benefit a lot. 5. My specialty is eating chili peppers. An 800-word essay

A mouthful of chili peppers and a mouthful of water still looks exactly the same as yesterday.

I think maybe I ate too little yesterday. How could one person make me look like my sister? So I have to eat a little more today. I went to the vegetable field to pick red peppers again. Didn’t I pick a few today? People who eat chili peppers will become white and beautiful.

My sister told me this when I was seven years old. As for me, after eating so many chili peppers, I am still the same as before. My skin is dark and my appearance is still the same. I told my mother It's better to send him to a big hospital for a checkup. I told the doctor that he really ate chili peppers. But at night my stomach hurts terribly. Childhood life is interesting. Think about how beautiful red peppers are, red and beautiful.

That day I went to the vegetable field and picked a red pepper. I only remember it because I wanted to make myself whiter and more beautiful! The doctor smiled and said to his mother: "Oh, my mother and father rushed me to the health center in the village. The doctor couldn't figure out the reason. The childhood memories are beautiful.

It tastes so bad after eating. I started to wait for myself to become beautiful and white tomorrow morning. As soon as I got up, I went to look in the mirror and picked a dozen of them in one go. I believed it and told me. I just ate a few red peppers during the day. The doctor asked me what kind of red peppers they were. I told the doctor that they were red peppers picked from my own vegetable field: I was scared to eat them and said they were so beautiful.

I want to be as fair and beautiful as my sister. That’s why she is so white. I don’t know how I swallowed that pepper, so how can I become beautiful?

Just eat it with your teeth, it’s spicy, it’s easy to handle, I’ll take a sip of chili and drink some water after washing.

The doctor doesn’t believe it. "It turns out that's the reason. Your daughter will definitely be beautiful." Now the doctor sometimes laughs at me when he sees me. The method is to use the secret taught by my sister, gritting his teeth and making his stomach swell. I stopped eating when I couldn't swallow it.

I also fancied eating that kind of red pepper, which made my throat burn and felt swollen, but my skin in the mirror was still so dark, and the peppers in the vegetable patch were fresh, so The effect will definitely be better if you eat it. But this chili is really unpalatable. It tastes so hot in my mouth that I can’t open my mouth to speak. I think this is necessary, because not all people are as beautiful as my sister. I don’t want to suffer a little bit. Then he asked me what I had eaten. No: Have you ever heard that when you go to a big hospital, you have to pour water into your stomach to wash away the swelling? 6. An essay with the theme of spicy food

Chapter 1: The spicy food on campus will hold a sports meeting tomorrow, and the students have all signed up enthusiastically.

They are all planning their actions for tomorrow. As soon as the competition started on the second day, the students were in high spirits, especially the contestants, who were running like arrows, lest they fall behind. All the competition points were in full swing.

The students were all like little wild horses that had escaped from the reins, running non-stop. The students in other events were as if they had eaten chili peppers, their faces were red and full of excitement. Judging from their spiciness, they can be considered "spicy".

They burst out with all their passion to compete for the first place. Seeing this, I thought: learning requires the tenacity to learn, and at the sports meeting, all the bold and unrestrained passion must be unleashed. Only in this way can it be considered true. A "rich" person. The food becomes delicious because of the sweet and sour taste, the family becomes happier because of the sweet and sour little things, and the campus becomes successful because of the hard work.

Chapter 2: Hotness on Campus Many things happened when I was growing up, but one of them is something I will never forget. I remember one time, the teacher asked us to write down the class homework. I said to myself casually: "There is no need to write down the class homework in notes. I can just remember it in my head."

After eating at noon , I played on the playground to my heart's content, but threw the classwork out of my mind. The school bell rang, and the teacher walked into the classroom gently. She had just put down her books and was about to check her homework.

As soon as I heard this, I immediately asked my deskmate in a panic: "What class assignments are there?" My deskmate quietly told me: "Collect idioms!" "Oh!" I suddenly realized, "My Isn’t my memory always good? What happened today?” I began to blame myself for not writing it down, and I was convinced that what the teacher often said to us, “a good memory is worse than a bad writing!” But it was too late. The teacher had already walked up to me. Seeing my panic and the empty table, she asked sternly: "Where is your homework?" I replied hesitantly: "I...I forgot to copy it... ..." "What? Is forgetting the reason? You are so irresponsible for your own study!" The teacher scolded me again, and the classmates also looked at me with ridicule.

I turned red with embarrassment and lowered my head so low that I really wanted to find a hole in the ground and burrow down! Perhaps the teacher saw that I was not being lazy on purpose. After a while, she patted my shoulder again and said kindly: "Remember to write down your homework next time. However, I have to stay after school today to make up for my homework!" He nodded lightly and said "Yes", his face felt hot again. Alas, who told me to be lazy! One minute of pleasure and ten minutes of pain! After school, the classmates all went home one after another, leaving only me and the student on duty.

The parents outside the window looked at me strangely again, and a sense of making a mistake came over me again. I felt the blood all over my body surge up, and my face turned red again. Oh, what a pity! Although it has been a long time since this happened, thinking about it now, my face still feels hot. 7. Articles about eating spicy food

The wind blows through the rainy autumn, and the weekends here are quiet and quiet. Although I still work overtime, I am no longer busy. Drinking the company's free coffee, I looked through the glass window at the osmanthus tree in the middle of the small roof garden trembling in the wind and rain. I actually felt relaxed. I just didn't know what to order for lunch alone. There were some restaurants where I went late. It was deserted, maybe because of the weekend. Looking at the menu, I really wanted to order boiled fish, but there was no way to eat it in a big pot, so I had to change to a plate of bullfrog with pickled peppers. Recently, it seems that spicy food is all the rage. In fact, it is not recent. It has been a long time. Now, I couldn't imagine that five years ago when I was a little woman who didn't eat spicy food at all. People will change, but I didn't know that my taste would also change so much.

Five years ago, the chili sauce that the little woman ate contained a relatively large amount of carrots. Maybe people from Lianghu and Sichuan could not understand this. Hey, how could there be carrots in the chili sauce? But my hometown in Jiangnan, which is slightly south of the Yangtze River, has always been the same. Since I was a child, I only had a slight taste of wontons when I was eating them. Occasionally, friends bring so-called authentic spicy sauce from afar, but they are tricked into taking a bite, and their noses are filled with spicy snot, and they cannot close their mouths, which is terrifying. From then on, I just shook my head and kept saying that people who are blessed with good taste do not eat well, but feel good about everything they eat. Although I am delicious, I am not blessed with the blessing of pepper and pepper. I have to say this It's also a pity.

Five years ago, this little woman who doesn’t eat spicy food was actually thrown into Wuhan, a place where there is no spicy food. How can I live? I told the aunt who took care of us in the dormitory not to use spicy food when cooking. It's spicy. The innocent look on Auntie's face is still clear to this day. She said, how do you make this and how do you eat it? I told her that when I eat fish, I want it steamed, and just add some green onions and ginger. Her disbelieving look made me feel ashamed and thought that I was not a good person to serve. It was really unfair. I am a very talkative person. I was speechless. Ask heaven. My local colleagues took me to eat at Jiqing Street. It was more lively than expected, and I got a deeper insight into Wuhan’s traditional dock culture. However, I had to drink a can of iced Coke just to eat the one or two shrimp balls. The famous Jingwu Duck Neck can only be watched as his peers gnaw on it excitedly, feeling funny in his heart.

When SARS hit, the boss of the company gave an order, and everyone took turns cooking lunch. The first meal I cooked, I thought my craftsmanship was pretty good, and my former friends and colleagues also praised me. But the appearance of those people is still vivid in my mind, and I feel powerless. If I still remember it in the future, my self-esteem must have been too damaged. Hehehe, I remember clearly that day I made scrambled eggs with leeks, fried razor clams with celery, and cold cucumbers. Braised salted fish, braised pork ribs, tomato and tofu soup, refreshing and refreshing. It turned out that after taking three bites, they seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and actually asked the driver in front of me to go to the supermarket to buy hot sauce. I fainted, and I really didn’t show any respect. After that, I finally comforted myself by saying that it wasn’t my fault, but it was because of the contrast in taste. I was used to eating spicy food, and if I didn’t add some, it would feel bland, and whatever I ate was tasteless. I don’t know who told me that people who can eat spicy food must have a very aggressive personality. Although it cannot be generalized, the regional characteristics of people’s personalities must exist. In fact, it is better to say that it is a kind of personality that has been cultivated since childhood. Such kind of personality, the colleagues there are really more generous and straightforward than the people at home.

Those days were hard but very happy. I fell in love with the fish balls in Tangxun Lake, the fried snacks in Fengguang Village, the soup dumplings in Sijimei, the breakfasts all over the street, and the fried tofu skin, The peppered siomai is a bit like the eggnog in my hometown, the small noodle nests dipped in sugar, and the hot dry noodles that I can eat for two meals. I learned to walk on the road like them. In the morning, I was holding a bowl of pork ribs and stewed lotus root while swaggering through the city. In this way, I experienced the life of this city, a life that was free and unobtrusive. Although I didn’t really fall in love with spicy food in the end, at least I accepted the taste in my heart. In other words, my memory of the taste was unknowingly influenced by these spicy-eating friends. The people in this city left me with a period of lively life on the pier. I drifted by, but I have memories that will always be a bit spicy.

When I transferred back here, I realized that I had never escaped from the spicy atmosphere. The person opposite me was a super spicy person, and even his wife was the same. JOKA, APPLE, and LULU were all spicy leaders. , fainted, this spicy relationship has been involved for too long, but the spiciness here seems to be added to the taste of this city. It seems that the spiciness is just suitable for my taste, or maybe it has been too long since I have been away from home, and it has gradually I no longer cling to the taste memory from my childhood, or maybe the happy memory in the past made it amiable and lovely. After I left it, when it became a memory. In this way, we naturally got along with them and visited Sichuan restaurants in this city. They fell in love with boiled fish, fell in love with pickled fish, fell in love with pickled peppers... fell in love with eating spicy food, it seemed like this It’s such a simple process that I won’t miss it anymore. It’s great. I was very happy today when I was eating pickled bullfrog. Just thinking back to the past, I feel that I never know what will happen in the next second in life. How could I feel this kind of happiness five years ago? Thinking of my old friend who came to play two days ago, I wanted to coax her to eat spicy food, but she Determined not to eat, hehehe, it seems like I can see the shadow of my past, life is really wonderful.

I kept thinking about eating Malatang again. The one at the street corner must have added some ingredients to the soup, which makes people want to stop. But someone told me that there is another restaurant that is more delicious. I will definitely try it if I have the chance. I have fallen in love with spicy food, but I don’t think it is the spicy level for people who like spicy food. It is just the right kind of spiciness, the kind of spiciness that just makes me happy. 8. Composition on Stealing Food

Writing on Stealing Food □ Ever since the class made the rule that no spicy food is allowed, my mouth has been called greedy! Especially whenever I see students from other classes eating spicy food, I feel envious and wish I could turn back time and reassign me to other classes! After enduring it for nearly a week, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I planned to buy it secretly today.

I made two plans for my stealing. You must ask why I made two plans. That’s because I was afraid that if the first move failed, I could use the second move, double insurance. ! The first trick is to stuff the things into your schoolbag immediately after buying them, and ask a classmate to "pretend to talk" to me: "Have you seen the book you like? I haven't seen it yet. Let's look at another book tomorrow." !" The classmate said, "I saw it, but I didn't bring enough money today. Do you want to buy it from another store? I'll accompany you!" The second trick was to stuff my spicy food into my school bag. In the mezzanine, so that no one else becomes suspicious.

Today I plan to use the second move, because the second move is not as complicated as the first move plan. When school was over in the afternoon, I started to "act".

First of all, I found a very good classmate to help me "look out". As long as there are classmates or students on duty, I can detain them. Moreover, we all have mobile phones and can contact each other. We can report who is coming. A sound. I walked into the store and was secretly happy that there were many people there. I scanned the entire store and found no classmates. I could buy it "with peace of mind".

I grabbed a bag of spicy Bawang silk, paid the money as fast as lightning, took out my schoolbag, stuffed the spicy Bawang silk into the bag, and quickly carried the bag , ran out of the shop, gave my classmate who was on guard a look, and said, "Let's go!" That classmate followed me onto the overpass. I quickly took out the "Bawang Silk" I bought and said "Let's go" with the classmate who was on guard. share". This is my experience of eating, which is a bit thrilling and a bit helpless.

But then I really understood that spicy food was unhygienic and unhealthy, so I never had the experience of stealing food again.