1. A 500-word essay describing dad’s cooking. Grade 3 of elementary school. I have a dad who can cook, and the meals he cooks are ever-changing. If he opens a restaurant, the business will be booming.

At home, even if my dad just cracks an egg, sprinkles some salt, and adds some oil, the dish he makes will make me full of praise and my mouth will water just thinking about it. On weekends, my dad just spends the whole day in the kitchen, not studying this.

How should I prepare the dish? Is there too little soy sauce in that dish? Is it because I am inventing some dishes that I have never made before or even seen before? Don’t tell me, the taste of the new dishes is not bad!

My father always said to me during meals: "You know? My parents rarely took me to restaurants in the past. So, when my parents took me out to eat, I could just take a look at the dish and cook it when I got home."

Come on, I can even control the saltiness of the food very well.” At this time, I would keep praising him: “No wonder, the food is so delicious,” he would say proudly.

: "If it tastes good, eat more!" My mother didn't want to eat at first, but she couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. In my opinion, the desire to lose weight must accompany her throughout her life!

Among my dad’s delicious dishes, I can’t even count my favorite dishes. Let me just mention a few: The tomato scrambled eggs are definitely the best, and the newly invented fried rice dumplings with egg skin are also delicious. And there’s me.

My favorite fried rice with spinach juice and mixed mushrooms!

Let’s talk about fried rice with spinach juice and mixed mushrooms. The taste of many kinds of mushrooms mixed together can only be described in four words, that is, wonderful!

However, don’t think it is easy to eat, but it is complicated to make.

First squeeze the spinach juice, then drain all kinds of mushrooms to remove the coldness, and then start to scramble the eggs. When the eggs are almost cooked, add the mixed mushrooms for about three minutes. When the mixed mushrooms are cooked, pour the rice into the pot.

Add some green onions, and finally pour the spinach juice evenly over the rice, and the mixed mushroom fried rice is done!

In fact, I can cook these my favorite dishes myself. However, my craftsmanship is definitely not as good as that of my father, at most half of his. This way I am very satisfied. At least I will not starve to death when my parents are away!

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2. A 700-word essay about Dad cooking. On Saturday, Dad cooked for us for the first time. My mother and I were very happy. Dad finally cooked for us, but what happened next was interesting.

Dad went to the market early in the morning to buy vegetables and said he wanted to cook for us. Mom and I were surprised because Dad had never cooked before. I told Mom that Dad must be happy about something.

Sure enough, I asked my dad when I was waiting for him to come home from shopping. It turned out that the stocks had risen sharply recently. My dad said happily: "The stocks I bought have been locked up for two years. I finally looked forward to today's market, so I must cook for them."

We eat to celebrate. "My father is going to cook fish for us, and we are even more happy, because our whole family likes to eat fish, not to mention it is the first time for our father to cook fish, so we are even more excited!

Dad bought a piece of my favorite mandarin fish yesterday and froze it in the refrigerator, waiting to show it to us when he has time today.

Dad walked to the refrigerator, grabbed the handle, and pulled back.

He opened the refrigerator; then, Dad took out a mandarin fish and walked back to the kitchen.

Then, after Dad washed the cutting board, he took out the knife from the knife basket and washed the knife.

After that, Dad put the fish on the cutting board, held the body of the fish with his left hand, raised the kitchen knife with his right hand, and chopped it suddenly. The head and body of the fish were separated, but the knife almost hit Dad's hand, which scared Dad.

, and also shocked me who was standing by the kitchen door watching.

But Dad was not discouraged. He said to himself: "We can't give up like this!" Dad put the fish body back in the refrigerator.

Turn on the faucet, wash the pot, wash the fish heads, and put them away.

Dad picked up the oil bottle, put a little oil into the pot, and turned on the ignition switch. After a while, he only heard the sound of "crackling, crackling" and some oil jumped up.

Dad put the fish head into the pot, and the "crackling" sound became more enthusiastic.

Dad grabbed the handle of the pot and picked it up. I thought Dad wanted to fry it, but Dad picked up the oil bottle again. At this time, I suddenly noticed that Dad looked in a hurry, "Oh!" Dad poured the oil into the stove

On stage!

I couldn't help laughing while watching. This time my father gave up and said to my mother embarrassedly: "I can't do it anymore. It's better for my wife to do it." Before I could smell the fish fragrance, my father couldn't do it.

, if you don’t know it, don’t show off!

I secretly thought: What a pity, I can’t taste the food cooked by my father.

3. A 500-word essay describing dad’s cooking. Grade 3 of elementary school. I have a dad who can cook, and the meals he cooks are ever-changing. If I let him open a restaurant, the business is guaranteed to be booming.