Accessories: proper amount of oil and salt.
Steps:
1. Drop a few drops of oil in the pot, and pour the egg liquid directly into the pot after the eggs are broken up.
2. Sprinkle some salt on the eggs with a spoon.
3. Wait for the egg white and yolk to solidify at low temperature.
turn over
5. Turn over until both sides are golden, and the yolk will solidify without boiling soup.
6. Cooked fried eggs
7. Serve with 1 slice of bread
8. Add some melons and fruits.
Life is like climbing a mountain, you should take it step by step.
"I'm going to experience the fun of frying eggs today.
I have confidence in my first attempt! I took out four eggs from the refrigerator and began to beat them.
When I hit the fourth egg, something unexpected happened. This egg is really naughty. I want to jump out of my palm and personify rhetoric! I held it tightly, and when I tried to hit it, it still fell heavily on the ground, and the egg white stuck to the ground. I managed to fix these sticky things, so there were only three eggs left.
I stir them evenly, turn on the gas and add a little Huang Chengcheng soybean oil.
Sprinkle the stirred eggs on it.
I thought: frying eggs takes time.
I picked up the cookbook and read it with relish.
The book says, "After the eggs are fried for two or three minutes, separate them.
"I slowly separated the eggs with a shovel as a knife, and then turned over a few.
But it was still late, and the eggs were burnt.
I thought: "tribulation is a university!" " "It seems nothing is easy to do.
At this time, my mother, who was sitting in the living room watching TV, hurried in. "How so smelly!" "I made a face at my mother and ran away like a mouse seeing a cat.
As the saying goes: "Everything is difficult at the beginning!" It takes real effort to fry eggs.
It seems that learning is not that simple!
Everyone is doing something for the first time. What impressed me most was my first scrambled egg.
Scrambling eggs is a very simple thing in my eyes, but I didn't really understand how troublesome it was until I cooked it myself once.
That time, mom and dad went to work, not at home, but at noon, no one cooked, so they had to cook by themselves.
But what can you cook at a young age? After thinking for a while, I finally decided to make scrambled eggs.
Just do it. I'll beat the eggs, stir them evenly, brush the pan, dry the pan and pour the oil. I did an excellent job in the whole preparation process.
But just as I was about to pour the eggs into the pot, the accident happened suddenly. At this time, somehow, the oil in the pot suddenly spilled out, which scared me to rush out of the kitchen at once.
After a while, the oil in the pot stopped splashing. I slowly poured the eggs into the pot, but the oil spilled louder than before, and I was scared out of the kitchen again.
When I went there again, I turned the eggs over. At first glance, it is broken and the egg is burnt.
I quickly turned off the flashlight and the eggs came out.
In my hand, a good egg turned into a severely blackened egg, and the other side was half cooked.
My first scrambled egg failed like this.
Later, under the guidance of my mother, I mastered the skills of making scrambled eggs. The eggs were never burnt or raw again.
The omelette composition is 300 words with onomatopoeia. Fried eggs Because my parents are not at home today, I want to cook by myself.
My specialty is fried eggs.
I first took out two big eggs from the refrigerator, all white and fat, like a small fist, and then took out a bowl. I knocked the egg on the edge of the bowl, and there was a crack in the shell.
I carefully cracked the egg shell on both sides, and the yolk and egg white rolled into the bowl.
Egg yolk is like the golden sun rising in Huang Chengcheng, and protein is like a stream in fog, as thick as water.
I took out my chopsticks and stirred the eggs into a paste.
Then take out the pot, light the gas stove and pour a spoonful of oil into the pot. After a while, the "crack, crack, crack" oil exploded.
I pour the eggs into the pot.
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The oil in the pot spilled everywhere and blew on my hand, which burned me to death.
At this point, the eggs have become big and fat, and the bubbles have expanded one after another. This egg white is also slowly drying out, giving off a burst of fragrance. I quickly turned the omelet over with a spatula, and the egg on this side showed a golden face, just like a fat golden wheat cake smiling at me! I poured warm water next to the golden wheat cake, then covered it and let the golden wheat cake have a good bath.
After a while, the golden wheat cake was hot and rolled in the pot. I turned down the fire and opened the lid. Suddenly, all the smoke in the lid rushed out, just like throwing a smoke bomb and covering my eyes.
After the smoke cleared, I put salt, soy sauce and monosodium glutamate into the pot. Finally, I turned off the gas valve, picked up a spatula and shoveled the eggs into the bowl.
In this way, delicious fried eggs are ready.
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I learned to fry eggs. Everyone has his own skills in writing a 400-word composition. My skill is that I can fry eggs.
I learned this skill last week.
A few days ago, I saw my mother's fried eggs not only golden in color, but also crisp and delicious. I envy it.
So I also want to learn to fry eggs.
So I asked my mother how to fry eggs, and then I quickly began to learn how to fry eggs.
Like my mother, I first heated the oil until it smoked, then broke the eggs and put them in the pot, only to see the oil splashing everywhere.
Oh, dear! A stream of geothermal oil suddenly flowed into my hand.
I quickly wiped off the oil stain with my sleeve and rummaged it with a shovel. The oil stopped exploding, but the eggs were broken. Alas! My beautiful eggs are not fried well.
But I didn't lose heart, so I put on my gloves and started frying eggs again. This time, after I put the egg in the pot, I put the salt first, and then turned it over carefully with a shovel. I was not afraid of oil splashing on my gloves.
Soon I fried both sides of the egg into golden brown.
I quickly shoveled out the eggs and tasted them. Wow! Delicious on earth! My mother also praised my cooking after tasting it. I am happier than eating honey, and I have an unspeakable taste! By frying eggs, I understand that as long as I work hard and think hard, I will achieve great success! Students, do you like fried eggs? I, not only like fried eggs, but also I can cook them myself! Today, I will tell you how I learned to fry eggs.
First, take out an egg and wash the surface of the egg with water. The first time I tried to wash eggs, I only heard a bang and I broke them. Mother told me: "When washing eggs, don't use too much force, because the skin of eggs is very thin and easy to break."
"The second time, I listened to my mother's words, gently washed the eggs, then put the wok on the gas stove and carefully opened the fire. When the pot was hot, I poured some oil into it. After the oil is hot, I break the eggs by the pan and pour the egg liquid into the hot oil pan. When the eggs are fried in the pan, I can also sprinkle some favorite spices on the eggs according to my own taste and fry them for a while.
"When I fried the eggs upside down according to my mother's instructions, I accidentally spilled an oil spot on my hand, and I felt a burning pain in my hand. I shouted, "I don't cook fried eggs, I don't cook fried eggs, I don't eat fried eggs anymore."
"My mother told me," Nothing is difficult in the world. If you put your heart into it, you will succeed. If you always flinch when encountering difficulties, there will always be difficulties in front of you.
"After listening to my mother, I said to my mother," Mom, I must overcome the difficulties. A small fried egg doesn't bother me.
"Under the careful guidance of my mother, I finally made a delicious fried egg.
I am very happy to eat my own fried eggs with my mother.
Students, we grow up day by day. Whether at home or at school, we should let our parents and teachers worry less about us. We should learn all kinds of skills, not only to take care of ourselves, but also to take care of our parents when we grow up.
800 words "braised beef, fried pork with green pepper" Wow! So many sumptuous meals really make my mouth water.
My mother is a good cook, and my neighbors all praise my mother's delicious food.
One day, on a whim, I clamored for my mother to teach me how to cook. I tried my best to get my mother to teach me, but my mother had to agree.
My mother taught me to cook fried eggs.
When she finished frying the eggs, I fried them with confidence.
I first opened the refrigerator, took a big fresh egg and put it by the pool. Then I took a freshly washed pot from the shelf, put it on the stove, turned on the fire, and poured the oil into the pot at once, only to hear the oil spray out with a click. I chickened out again and again, which was really a bad start.
When my mother came into the kitchen, she said to me, "The water in the pot must be dry before you put the oil, or the oil will spill on people.".
"I nodded and said," be sure to pay attention to next time.
Once born, twice cooked! Suddenly, with a whoosh, smoke rushed up from the pot and almost choked me. I remembered that I forgot to turn on the range hood and pressed the button. It was "gone". I think the oil may be hot. So, I picked up the eggs from the pool and knocked on the table like my mother. When it didn't open, I used a little strength. Inadvertently, the egg white dripped down. I felt a sort of surge of relief. But because I am in a hurry, I don't know whether I want to be separated from my good friend or enjoy swimming. I snuck down when people were unprepared. I quickly picked up the spoon and turned it over and over again, but this little thing just wouldn't listen to me. I can't let a mouse shit spoil a pot of soup. Willy-nilly, I grabbed it with my hand and it made me roll in pain. Small bubbles appeared on the protein of the egg. Small bubbles appeared on the egg protein, like children's sweet smiling faces, and the original white protein was a little yellow. I estimated that the bottom was ripe, so I carefully tilted the bottom of the egg with a spatula and suddenly turned it over. After a while, the eggs turned yellow, so I put them on the plate. Watch this. I can't wait to take a bite. Although a little burnt, my heart is sweeter than honey. Today, I fried an egg, just like an old saying: "It's easy to see flowers, but difficult to embroider." I was tired after frying an egg, and how much sweat my mother hid behind the big fish and meat on the dining table. You know, our happy life today depends on those industrious people who created such a beautiful Sunday morning with their hands.
I opened the refrigerator door and found it was empty, only a few eggs. What should I do? I made up my mind to fry the eggs myself. First, I put on my apron, and then I poured the oil into the pot. I sneezed accidentally, and the pot was full of my saliva. I was so anxious that I took out the egg with my hand. I didn't expect to burn my hand and couldn't help crying.
After a while, my hand didn't hurt so much. ...
Topic: I am great. How to write a 400-word composition? I'm fine. One Sunday morning, I saw my mother cooking my favorite fried eggs in the kitchen. I thought to myself: how hard it is for my mother to get up early every morning to cook fried eggs for me! If I learn to fry eggs, can't my mother have a rest? So, I asked my mother to teach me how to fry eggs, and my mother readily agreed.
First, my mother gave me a demonstration. As she was doing it, she said, "Put some oil first. When the oil is hot, but not too hot, so that the eggs will be fried. Then break the eggs, put them in, shake the pot a little so that the eggs don't touch the pot, and then add some salt. "
When this side becomes Huang Shi, turn it over and fry the other side. When the other side becomes Huang Shi, you can cook.
"I heard that, I said, hey, this is too simple! I couldn't help shouting, "let me do it, let me do it!" ""But as soon as I broke the egg, it was all over my hands. As soon as I saw it, the egg I smashed in the pot was burnt. I quickly picked up a shovel and tried to turn it over. As a result, the eggs were rotten and shapeless at all.
Alas, the first fried egg ended in failure.
But I still don't give up, thinking that I must learn to fry eggs, so I picked up another egg and fried it for the second time.
This time, I learned the last lesson. As a result, it looks like an fried egg. I thought, "What's so hard about that? Done! " But I'll try. What's the matter? At this moment, I remembered that I forgot to put salt.
The third time, I learned the lessons from the previous two times, carefully followed every step my mother taught me, and finally blew it up. I let my mother taste it, and she praised my fried eggs for their beautiful color, neither salty nor light.
Now, when I have time, I will personally cook an fried egg for my parents. I will also show my skills when the guests come. Others praised me for being great.
This is my specialty-fried eggs.
A few days ago, I saw my mother's fried eggs not only golden in color, but also crisp and delicious. I envy it.
So I also want to learn to fry eggs.
So I asked my mother how to fry eggs, and then I quickly began to learn how to fry eggs.
Like my mother, I first heated the oil until it smoked, then broke the eggs and put them in the pot, only to see the oil splashing everywhere.
Oh, dear! A stream of geothermal oil suddenly flowed into my hand.
I quickly wiped off the oil stain with my sleeve and rummaged it with a shovel. The oil stopped exploding, but the eggs were broken. Alas! My beautiful eggs are not fried well.
But I didn't lose heart, so I put on my gloves and started frying eggs again. This time, after I put the egg in the pot, I put the salt first, and then turned it over carefully with a shovel. I was not afraid of oil splashing on my gloves.
Soon I fried both sides of the egg into golden brown.
I quickly shoveled out the eggs and tasted them. Wow! Delicious on earth! My mother also praised my cooking after tasting it. I am happier than eating honey, and I have an unspeakable taste! By frying eggs, I understand that as long as I work hard and think hard, I will achieve great success! ...
I learned how to write 400 words for scrambled eggs. Usually, my mother cooks for me. Today, under the guidance of my mother, I will go to the kitchen to make my favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes. According to my mother's method, I first put the tomatoes in boiling water for a while, then took them out and peeled them, and put them on the chopping board to start cutting. Who knows, tomatoes are rolling around on the chopping board, as if they were deliberately aimed at me. I use my left hand. But when I was ready to do it, my hand shook again, and the tomato seemed to laugh at me: even a little guy like me could not subdue it. "I was so angry that I said to myself," What's the big deal? I can't believe I can't subdue you today! "I pressed it tightly again, and this time it finally stopped rolling. I finally cut it into small pieces with a knife. Secondly, I took out two eggs and broke them from the front as usual. My mother said, "The egg should be broken in the middle, so that the yolk and protein can flow out easily.". "I knocked the egg on the edge of the stove again and broke the eggshell with my hand. Egg whites and yolks flow into the bowl. I put a little salt in the bowl, and then stirred it gently with chopsticks, for fear of stirring the egg liquid out of the bowl. At this time, my mother told me: "stir the egg white and yolk evenly, and the fried eggs will be soft and delicious." "So I stirred hard for a while. After the preparation work was finished, I put the pot on the stove and turned on the natural gas switch. The flames roared and licked the bottom of the pot. I am a little timid. " Don't be afraid, be bold and pour the eggs in. "My mother encouraged me to say. I carefully poured the eggs on the bottom of the pot, only to hear a "creak", which scared me to leave the egg bowl and run away. At this time, my mother asked me to turn it with a shovel, so I crept over and turned the eggs with a shovel, and a thick fragrance came to my nose. Then I put tomatoes. This is really delicious on earth! After learning how to scramble eggs with tomatoes, I understand that it seems simple to do anything, but it is difficult to do it well. I will practice more in the future. ....
How to write the composition of fried eggs? On Friday afternoon, the teacher arranged a practical activity for us-frying eggs.
Therefore, I got up happily on Sunday morning to finish this arduous task.
How should I fry eggs? Ask mom? No, no, I want to surprise my mother! I had a brainwave and decided to consult the all-knowing network.
After reading it, I first put on an apron like my mother. Then, I began to make preparations. First, I took out an egg from the refrigerator and knocked on the edge of the bowl. The yellow liquid flowed into the bowl like a waterfall, and then I began to pour oil. How much oil does this need? I've racked my brains for a long time, but I still haven't come to a conclusion. Forget it. Willy-nilly, I picked up the oil drum and poured it into the frying pan. Oh, dear! If you are not careful, you will get half a pot of oil. Maybe more oil is delicious! I naively thought.
After turning on the fire, I soon heard a crackling sound. I quickly poured the eggs into the pot. Suddenly, oil spilled all over me, and hot oil spilled all over me. I cried out in pain. At this time, I also forgot the pain and rushed to save the eggs. I saw that the eggs were soaked in oil like an open map, and the fried eggs became boiled eggs. I finally picked up the eggs, and the black eggs appeared.
Looks like a surprise for mom is coming! I picked up the black egg with chopsticks, and just put it in my mouth, a bitter taste filled my mouth.
Alas! The excitement just now suddenly turned into depression.
Everything is difficult at the beginning! There will be a first time for everything, and I will continue to work hard in the future. I believe I will fry an egg with endless aftertaste.
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I'm in charge today. Today is my responsible day. I am both happy and lost.
I am very happy, because I am in charge of all the housework today, and I am very depressed, because I have to wash clothes today.
I got up early in the morning, took a pair of socks and a vest changed by my father, and ran downstairs to clean it.
I first soaked the sock vest in the washbasin, then took out a sock and put it on the washboard. I made some soap and squeezed it hard with my hands. With the sound of "hee hee", more and more bubbles appear. When I squeeze it, I soak my socks in clear water.
Wash the second sock in the same way.
Now it's time to wash the vest. I fished it out and spread it out on the washboard. I picked up the soap and spread it hard. I spent a long time painting all the vests. I quickly picked up the brush and brushed it on my vest. Finally, sasha vujacic finished.
I washed my vest and socks with clean water again and again … until the soapy water in them was washed away, and then I could safely dry them on the clothes rack outside.
At this time, although I was sweating like a pig, my back ached and my legs ached, I was still very happy to see the fruits of my labor.
At noon, the weather changed and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. When I found that the clothes hanging outside were all wet, the fruits of my long-term labor were soaked into soup by this sudden heavy rain.
Through this day's work, I learned a lot about how hard it is for adults to do laundry and housework every day.
We should help our families more and try our best to reduce the burden on adults.
Today, I was in charge yesterday. I saw those children doing this and that skillfully on TV. I can't help itching. Today, the opportunity has finally come. My eldest mother bought some leeks from the market. When I saw it, my heart was coke. So I said to my big mother, "big mother, let me try to cook a fried leek today!" " "She agreed. I took the leek out of the bag, picked the old leaves first, and then washed it in water. Then, I carefully cut the leek into an inch. Well, I only have the opportunity to "dance with ink" on weekdays. Now I have a big kitchen knife, and it doesn't work. I cut it for five or six minutes and almost cut my finger like a leek. Secondly, I poured some into the pot. "Now you can cook. I'll pour the leek stalks into the pot first. I was shocked when I heard the "squeak". I immediately picked up the shovel. "Wow," I stir-fry it again and again, just like a little chef! Suddenly, a drop of hot oil splashed on my hand. "ouch!" I screamed in pain at once. It is really "it is not difficult for people to carry heavy burdens, and their mouths are crooked from their shoulders." Look, the color of leeks is getting darker and darker. I quickly put some salt and sugar, and before I put it in the pot, I put some chicken essence. I have tasted it. Ah, it's delicious.
I put the fried leek on the table, and my heart was full of joy. If you don't believe me, try it. Look at me, this kid. I'm in charge today. Today, I made a request to my parents: I will be responsible! My parents agreed, and I immediately withdrew 100 yuan from the "small vault" as today's expenses.
In the morning, I went to the vegetable market and bought a catty of sardines, a catty of ribs and a catty of vegetables. 30 yuan's remaining expenses are 70 yuan.
After lunch, I loudly said to my mother, "Mom, wash the dishes quickly!" " ""aren't you in charge today? " Mom said.
Reluctantly, I went into the kitchen and played a "jingle symphony".
After washing dishes, I sighed and walked out of the kitchen, thinking: I didn't expect washing dishes to be so tiring, alas! In the afternoon, our family of three came to the library. I said to my parents, "We have an hour to buy, and we will meet at the library gate in an hour.".
"An hour later, I looked at the books they bought. My mother bought a copy of Winter Diet, my father bought a copy of Computer, and I bought a copy of How Steel was Tempered.
Spending 40 yuan, leaving only 30 yuan.
At night, I was so tired that I almost died.
I just want to have dinner quickly, but I'm too tired to buy food now.
In order to let the whole family eat, I subsidized 30 yuan from the "small treasury" and took my parents to eat a sizzling barbecue.
After dinner, I dragged my tired body home.
Although "losing money", it is worth it.
Because I realized the hard work of my parents, I learned the importance of cherishing happiness.
Today, my father is not at home, so it's my turn to cook.
How can I cook rice? Generally, it is necessary to cook a good meal in sento. When cooking, you should master the methods so as to cook a delicious meal.
When I start cooking, I first pour rice into the pot, pick up gravel and grain with my hands, and then add water to the pot.
According to my mother, don't use hot water when washing rice, don't knead the rice too hard and don't wash it too often.
Because the surface layer of rice contains a lot of vitamins, the more you rub and wash hard, the more vitamins you lose.
So I gently stirred the rice and washed it two or three times. After the rice grains sank, I poured out the rice washing water and washed it twice, so that the rice was washed.
Then I added a proper amount of water to the pot, and put my index finger vertically on the rice surface to measure the amount of water. The water surface just reached the standard my mother said-reaching the first joint of my index finger.
So, I dried the water outside the pot with a dry cloth, then put the pot into the rice cooker and turned on the power. At this time, I was very careful not to let my hand touch the copper piece of the plug to avoid electric shock. Finally, I pressed the switch on the bottom of the rice cooker and waited for about half an hour before the rice was cooked.
Eating my own cooking, I feel particularly fragrant and my heart is full of joy. I thought to myself: I will continue to "take charge" of housework in the future and try my best to reduce the burden on my parents.
The process description is more detailed, but the psychological description in the cooking process is less.
A good composition should be a vivid combination of people, events and events.
Today, I am in charge. Mom and dad are out today, and I'm the only one. I watched a movie "Alone at Home", and I thought, "Today is my home.
"Originally, the weather today is very good. I am watching two of my favorite cartoons-Tom and Jerry and Naruto. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering outside the window, and it suddenly became dark. In a short time, it became daytime again. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly it rained heavily, which scared me. I said to myself, "Yao Qingxue, aren't you afraid?" You are a good boy of ten years old.
"Let's talk about it later. ...
There is a little secret in everyone's heart, and I have such worries, which always makes me worry and depressed. I began to become withdrawn and autistic, unwilling to talk to others, always staring at the sky alone.
I always feel that life is bleak and lacks joy. Today I want to take this opportunity to reveal my troubles.
That happened two years ago.
That summer, our family moved into a new house with two rooms and one living room, which was filled with brand-new large color TV sets, wardrobes, desks and other new furniture, but an old iron bed in my parents' bedroom was very eye-catching, and it was out of place with those new furniture.
My father is a proud man. He often has guests at home. He always wants a new look at home. And my mother is so nostalgic that she won't throw anything away. Over time, the contradiction finally intensified, and the "war" I was most worried about broke out. They talked to each other in a higher tone, ignoring my existence.
In the next few days, the originally lively dining table became silent again, and every meal was dull.
The "cold war" has begun again.
They ignored each other and I became the mouthpiece between them.
In order to alleviate this depressing atmosphere, I later advised my mother: "Just sell it,' step back and broaden the horizon'!" But my mother always pushed me away and said, "Go, go, you are too young to understand."
"Helpless, I had to persuade my father again:" Don't sell it. " ... ""Don't sell it! "Dad ignored me and flatly refused.
My heart and blood were in vain.
In this way, mom and dad were deadlocked for a long time and no one would give in. The air at home seems to have solidified, without the laughter and laughter of the past.
They quarrel about trifles every three days. I often "press the gourd and I can't get up", but it doesn't help. They don't listen to my advice at all, and they don't care about my feelings.
Their words also hurt my young heart. How can this not be my heart? Mom and Dad, I hope you will be more understanding, more tolerant and more respectful, so that every day in our family is sunny, not overcast, so that our family is full of laughter, not silence and depression, and don't let shadows cover my young heart. Mom and Dad, I love you and you love me. For my healthy growth, you should stop quarreling and let our family live a happy and carefree life!
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