I have some experience when it comes to cooking. From the age of 10, I have an idea that I want to learn to cook with my parents and hope to be a good cook like them in the future.
Every time I used to eat, because I couldn't cook, I had to sit at the table and wait for my parents to finish the dishes, and then help me to serve them. Since I began to learn the idea of cooking, every time my parents cook, I will stand by and watch and learn the steps and methods of cooking different dishes. But after studying for half a year, I didn't learn, and I didn't know anything. However, I didn't lose heart and continued to study. Sure enough, "hard work pays off." Last National Day, I finally learned a dish and cooked it successfully.
On the night of National Day, my parents and I said, "Today, I'm going to cook a dish-scrambled eggs with shallots. Please taste it and see if I am good at it. " So, just do it. I'll start at once. To cook this dish, you need the following materials: chives, eggs, salt, chicken essence and so on. First of all, to make proper preparations, first chop up the shallots and mix the eggs well. Then, put the chopped chives into the eggs and stir them evenly, and add ingredients such as salt and chicken essence. Step 3, put the oil in the pot, heat it to 70~80℃, pour the onion egg paste into the pot and fry it for 3-5 minutes. Finally, put the scrambled eggs into the bowl, and a delicious scrambled egg with chives is ready. I watched the time while cooking, for fear of keeping them waiting. I was busy for about a quarter of an hour, and finally finished writing, thinking: haha! I finally cooked a delicious dish, and my parents will praise me for doing well after eating it.
After cleaning the stove, I put the plate on the table. My parents smelled the charming fragrance and couldn't wait to take a bite. After careful tasting, they praised me again and again, saying that I grew up and learned to cook. I listened, and my heart was filled with joy.
Is it okay? If it's good, give it to the best, and give it extra points. Thank you.
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2. Find a composition about cooking. I learned to cook with about 800 words.
Today is Sunday, and I have nothing to do at home, so my mother asks me if I want to learn to cook. I thought to myself, "If I learn to cook, I can help my mother reduce housework and increase knowledge." I readily agreed.
Learn to learn, our mother and son came to the kitchen, and my mother brought props for cooking. First of all, my mother told me to wash the wok and spatula with detergent, and I had to wash it with clear water three times before cooking. I did as my mother told me. I held the pot in one hand and something in the other, brushed it around, brushed it with clean water for three times, and finally I cleaned the pot.
Then we must wash the vegetables. My mother told me that washing vegetables is mainly to wash away harmful substances in vegetables, so I put vegetables in water and wash them one by one by hand. It took several times to wash them.
After washing, my mother told me to put the pot on the gas stove, so I turned on the gas stove. My mother said, "After turning on the gas, let the water in the torch pan boil and dry.". . "Mom's words haven't finished, I began to cook. While cooking, I said, "Cooking turned out to be such an easy thing. "I took the pot and fried it left and right, and suddenly I smelled a bad smell. Later, my mother said angrily, "Son! Does anyone cook like this? Clever as you are, you don't even know how to cook. If you have no oil, then the food won't be delicious. I said that if you don't listen, your cleverness will be mistaken by cleverness. It's okay now! Cook all the dishes. My mother took the spatula in my hand and showed it to me once. While cooking, she said, "You can't cook casually, you should cook with your heart step by step." Then my mother gave me a spatula, poured all the burnt vegetables and cooked them again. I'll boil the water in the pot first, then put down the peanut oil. My mother is in my pot. I asked my mother, "There is salt." My mother replied, "Yes, there is salt. I immediately brought some salt, picked some salt and put it in the pot. Then I scooped up vegetables and looked at the fruits of my labor. My heart is full of sweetness.
When I tasted the fruits of my labor and enjoyed it, I finally learned to cook.
Through this study, I understand that no matter what we study, we should be humble and listen to others' teaching, so that we can learn skills. If we don't listen to others' teaching, we will accomplish nothing even if we are smart.
3. A 400-word composition about cooking. As soon as my hardworking father got off work, he went home quickly, opened the door and got into the kitchen. There was a quarrel between the faucet and the basin, and a lot of water leaked out. Little green vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove crackled and the flame went out. The oil danced "zi zi", the little vegetables jumped into the iron pot, and the shovel stirred "ding ding" as if greeting my dear iron pot brothers. Add the seasoning, and my father "clanged" out the plate and put the small vegetables in, and a plate of delicious small vegetables was ready. Dad took the vegetables to the table and went into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together. Dad put on gloves and put his hand into the washbasin to wash the blood off the bones. Bang, bang, bang. The bone was cut into small pieces. Dad took half a pot of water, put it on the gas stove and began to burn. Then he put the bones in it, and put some onions, some yellow wine, some salt and some vinegar on it for half an hour. Half an hour passed, and my father opened the lid, took out the mug, put the soup in and served it. Two dishes were cooked, mom came back, and the three of us had dinner together.
Maybe everyone thinks cooking is a headache, but I found the fun of cooking today.
On my way home, I saw the wind whistling and the leaves rustling. As soon as I got to the corridor, a wisp of fragrance went straight to my nose, and I immediately ran up in one breath. When I pushed the door, I saw my mother cooking braised pork!
I saw my mother turn on the tap, wash the meat and put it on the chopping board, with fat meat and lean meat standing in a row. When the hot pot is steaming, pour a little oil, and my mother will shovel it with a shovel a few times, and the oil will be evenly spread all over the bottom of the pot. When the fat entered the pot, it was so hot that it burst out. When Brother Lean laughed at the fat, the fat was also poured into the pot with a splash, and the fat and lean rolled up and down on the spatula. Immediately, a black pot cover rushed at them, and everyone cooked together. After a while, my mother lifted the lid and poured in soy sauce and sugar. The meat was dyed red and bubbled in the pot.
After cooking for a while, when the soup was about to be sucked dry by the meat, my mother sprinkled some salt and turned over while frying. The red sauce wrapped the meat sticky, and the braised pork was finally ready! When the smell filled the whole kitchen, the braised pork had been snapped into the plate, and I, a greedy kitten, had taken a piece and chewed it in my mouth. With a gentle bite, the oil of braised pork came out and almost burned my mouth!
4. Write a composition about cooking with onomatopoeia. Is it okay to make pancakes?
Kitchen music
On Saturday morning, my mother and I can't remember what to eat. My mother suddenly made a suggestion-pancakes.
Mother went into the kitchen to get busy, and there was sweet "music" in the kitchen. Mother dug two cups of flour, poured a little water, and then stirred it up with a whoosh, as fast as a cloud. The batter soon lived well. My mother cut the chopped green onion again, then cut a little ham sausage in the batter, stirred it, and the preparation was done, so she began to bake the cake.
Mother asked me to pour some batter into the electric baking pan. As soon as I poured in the batter, the oil in the pot splashed on the table. I hurried back to hide, glad that the oil flower didn't splash on me. In this way, cake after cake is ready. I am very excited. Although I am very tired, I am glad to help my mother cook.
Dad came back from work, slammed the door and smelled pancakes. So he smelled it and went to the kitchen. When he saw the cake we baked, he quickly took one with chopsticks and ate it "click, click". I am so happy to see my father eating so well!
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I want to write a 450-word cooking assignment. This morning, the soft sunshine passed through the window and I opened my sleepy eyes. I saw that the clock on the desk showed 6:30, and I think my parents should still be sleeping. At this time, I want to give my parents a surprise-to be the "chief helmsman" for one day.
Thought of here, I can't restrain my excitement and excitement. I immediately got up to wash, dressed carefully, walked gently to the hall, took out my pocket money from the piggy bank and walked to the vegetable market. Wow! The vegetable market is really lively! Although the vegetable market is not very big, it sells a lot of things! The so-called sparrow is small-it has everything.
After I turned around, I bought some tomatoes and eggs ... When I got home, I washed the rice and put it in the basin. Then I put the washed rice in the rice cooker, covered it, turned on the power and started cooking. Then take out tomatoes and eggs, wash and cut them for later use, then light the fire, pour a spoonful of oil into the pot, and then add ginger, garlic and so on. Then add the beaten eggs and tomatoes, stir-fry them back and forth, and finally add seasonings such as salt and monosodium glutamate. Soon after, a simple scrambled egg with tomatoes came out of the pot.
Breakfast is finally ready. I am sweating like a pig. I'm looking forward to my parents getting up and tasting. Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from my parents' room, which made my parents get up. They saw my cooking as soon as they went out. They are in high spirits, as if unable to resist the temptation of delicious food. They tasted it at once and praised me as a capable and good son. The food I cooked was delicious.
Through this responsibility, I feel that cooking is not so easy. I deeply realize that my parents work hard every day. When they get home, they have to cook, wash clothes, correct homework and mop the floor ... Sometimes they have to face the cynicism that our food is not appetizing. This "chief helmsman" is not simple! With this in mind, I feel deeply ashamed ... I think we should do more to help our parents and reduce their burden during the holidays.
6. Extract 600 words from an article about cooking. I saw my mother making assorted cucumbers, so I did. I cut the cucumber into long slices, but the cucumber always rolls around when I don't listen to you, and I haven't cut it many times. My mother said you should catch it and cut it like this. I think it's mom's major. I cut it according to the method my mother taught me, and soon I cut a plate. The next step should be to mix the sauce. I brought the bowl, first poured some soy sauce, then some vinegar, then scooped a spoonful of sesame juice, and finally poured some sesame oil and mixed well. The seasoning is finally ready. Mother put the food on the table and said to her father, "Try my daughter's cooking." Dad picked up the cucumber, dipped it in some sauce and began to cook. I try to cook according to my mother's cooking method. I washed the cabbage first, peeled some potatoes, then opened the electric frying pan and poured some oil in. Soon, the oil smoked. At this time, I quickly poured the soy sauce, and then poured the vegetables into the pot to stir fry. After frying for a while, I added some salt and water, and then covered the pot. After about five or six minutes, the dish will be ready. At this time, my parents came back. They are happy to see me cooking. I quickly let them taste my cooking, and my parents said it was delicious after tasting it. I also tasted it with curiosity and found it was not delicious. The food didn't seem to be cooked. But I still asked my mother to order the next dish for me.
Stir-fried pork heart. "
I can't wait. I really want to start making it right away. The first step is to peel onions. Mother asked me to peel the onion from the protruding head layer by layer to the root. I picked up the biggest one and peeled off its first thin skin. This layer of skin is very dry and easy to peel off, and it will fall off with a light brush. Peel off the first layer and you will see deep purple. This layer is a little thicker than the previous one, which is a bit difficult to peel. I peeled the onion layer by layer until it turned pink. Then, knead the pig heart in water, rinse it and cut it into small pieces with onions. The smell of onions is so strong that my eyes are red and I want to cry. But the pig's heart is fishy and difficult to cut, because it is still dangling.
Finally got fired. I put the pre-cut shredded ginger into the freshly oiled pot and lit it. When the oil is hot, scrape the pig heart into the pot with a shovel and stir it back and forth. I accidentally spilled oil on my hand because I was in such a hurry. I was afraid that the things in the pot were on fire, so I didn't care too much. I quickly wiped them off and went on working. I saw that the water in the pot was almost gone, and my mother asked me to pour it into the pot with half a bowl of tap water. It takes about two or three times to pour water like this, and the amount poured is the same every time. Later, under the guidance and supervision of my mother, I poured some cooking wine and soy sauce to remove the fishy smell. After the pig's heart turned white, I reached down and poured in the side dishes, onions and peppers, and then stir-fried them with a shovel to soak the soy sauce in the side dishes. There are a lot of things in the pot at once, so it's difficult to turn many sides. I held a spatula in my right hand, grabbed the handle with my left hand, scraped the food in the middle, poked it in the middle with the spatula, and then stir-fried. Finally, after I covered the pot, I smothered the dish for a while, and then sprinkled salt and chicken essence evenly on the dish.
Finally, I lifted the lid, and a smell came to my nose. Stir-fried pig hearts with bright colors and delicious sauce are served. I picked up a piece, which was fragrant, tender and delicious.
7. Write a composition about cooking and cook with at least 5 onomatopoeia words for the first time.
First cooking
Ding Lijing, Grade 6, Denglin Primary School, Shijing Township, Huaining County
Today is Sunday, and my mother has gone out to do farm work. It's almost noon. My stomach has protested to me, but my mother hasn't come back yet. What should I do? By the way, the teacher taught us to share more housework for our parents the other day. Why don't I take this opportunity to help my mother cook a meal?
I said, I found some potatoes and finally peeled them and washed them.
After cutting potatoes, I waved a kitchen knife like my mother, but the kitchen knife didn't work in my hand. I went to the east and west. Look at the potato again, it seems to be deliberately against me, rolling around on the cutting board. After a pause, I clenched the kitchen knife, held down the potato and cut it carefully. At the moment, they seem very obedient. I cut them piece by piece and my heart was full of joy.
Everything is ready. It's time to fry potatoes. I lit the fire first, then sat on the pot and poured some oil in. When the oil was hot, I quickly pushed the potatoes into the pot. Suddenly, a smell of oil smoke hit my face and made me cry. While wiping my tears, I said, "I retired." Alas, if I had known this, why should I have? But then I remembered the teacher's words the other day and gave up the idea just now. "Hey, which come of burnt smell? No, the potatoes are burnt. " * * * shovel up at random, I saw potatoes jumping up and down in the pot, and several pieces jumped out of the pot. Although I was sweating like a pig, the mashed potato pot became worse and worse, so I had to add a small spoonful of water to the pot and cover it for stewing. After about five or six minutes, I opened the lid and saw that the fever was not serious. I am very happy.
Next, I cooked several dishes and an egg soup! While humming a ditty, I put the food on the table and waited for my mother to come back.
Mom finally came back, and I eagerly welcomed her to the table and dragged her to eat my cooking. After my mother praised me, I picked up chopsticks and "tasted them". I looked at my mother with joy. Suddenly my mother frowned, and I was puzzled. I quickly asked, "What's the matter?" Mom smiled and said, "Delicious, delicious!" "I held out my chopsticks and tried it." Ah! The potatoes are burnt and light. "I was disappointed to stick out my tongue and looked at my mother embarrassedly. My mother comforted me after seeing it and said, "It's not easy to burn like this for the first time. Don't be sad. "After listening to my mother's words, I feel that I usually lack exercise and should work harder to share housework for my parents.
8. 1. Write a book and keep a diary "Cooking" Today, when I was washing vegetables in the kitchen, my mother suddenly asked me if I wanted to cook. I agreed immediately.
The first course is fried rice with eggs. Mother poured the oil first, and then put the rice in. It's my turn I broke the rice with a shovel first, and then I kept turning it over. The naughty millet jumped up as soon as it touched the oil. So, my mother poured the egg in again and asked me to turn it over constantly, trying to make the egg even, but the egg soon stuck to the bottom of the pot. However, the golden fried rice with eggs will soon be cooked.
The second course is fried vegetables. First pour the oil, then my mother pours the cut vegetables. I keep frying and frying. Stir-frying vegetables is very simple, just stir-fry. My mouth watered when I saw the delicious dishes.
Put two dishes on the table with delicious steak. It's delicious! I will learn to cook more dishes next time.
9. I have some experience in writing composition about cooking process. From the age of 10, I have an idea that I want to learn to cook with my parents and hope to be a good cook like them in the future.
Every time I used to eat, because I couldn't cook, I had to sit at the table and wait for my parents to finish the dishes, and then help me to serve them. Since I began to learn the idea of cooking, every time my parents cook, I will stand by and watch and learn the steps and methods of cooking different dishes. But after studying for half a year, I didn't learn, and I didn't know anything. However, I didn't lose heart and continued to study. Sure enough, "hard work pays off." Last National Day, I finally learned a dish and cooked it successfully.
On the night of National Day, my parents and I said, "Today, I'm going to cook a dish-scrambled eggs with shallots. Please taste it and see if I am good at it. " So, just do it. I'll start at once. To cook this dish, you need the following materials: chives, eggs, salt, chicken essence and so on. First of all, to make proper preparations, first chop up the shallots and mix the eggs well. Then, put the chopped chives into the eggs and stir them evenly, and add ingredients such as salt and chicken essence. Step 3, put the oil in the pot, heat it to 70~80℃, pour the onion and egg paste into the pot, and fry it for 3-5 minutes. Finally, put the scrambled eggs into the bowl, and a delicious scrambled egg with chives is ready. I watched the time while cooking, for fear of keeping them waiting. I was busy for about a quarter of an hour, and finally finished writing, thinking: haha! I finally cooked a delicious dish, and my parents will praise me for doing well after eating it.
After cleaning the stove, I put the plate on the table. My parents smelled the charming fragrance and couldn't wait to take a bite. After careful tasting, they praised me again and again, saying that I grew up and learned to cook. I listened, and my heart was filled with joy.
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learn to cook
This morning, I came to the kitchen to watch my mother cook. At that time, my mother told me that when she was my age, she had cooked for my grandparents and uncles. Look at me, but I can't cook yet. It's really a pity, but I also admire my mother. Therefore, I decided to learn how to cook from my mother today.
First, my mother brought bamboo shoots, pulled out their shells, washed them with clear water, cut them into pieces, then washed the bones and stewed them in a pot full of water. I asked my mother, "How long will it take to stew?" My mother told me, "It will take about half an hour!"
Mother began to prepare other dishes while stewing bones and bamboo shoots. I saw my mother wash the vegetables, then cut off the roots of each handful of vegetables, and then cut them out and put them aside. Break the eggs again, stir well, cut the onions and set aside.
I started frying eggs. My mother put down the oil first, and then put down the eggs when the pot is hot, frying and frying. After a while, mother put down the salt and continued to stir fry. It was almost time to cook, and my mother finally put in onions. After about half a minute, the eggs are cooked. Looking at the delicious eggs, I can't help but want to taste them. Wow, it smells good. Finally put the eggs on the other side.
Then, I started to fry vegetables. Like eggs, I put down the oil first and then put down the vegetables when the pot is hot. But like eggs, the most troublesome thing is that oil always overflows. Fortunately, I hid quickly and avoided it. Stir-fry with salt, finally put monosodium glutamate, and finally it's fine again.
During this period, my mother added spices to bones and bamboo shoots.
The last dish was jellyfish soaked last night, and soon, a table of rich dishes appeared.