In real life or work and study, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all types of compositions. Compositions require a complete chapter structure, and compositions without endings must be avoided.

So, how to write an essay?

Below is a collection of excellent essays on the taste of being a master. You are welcome to read them. I hope you all like them.

Excellent essay on the taste of being the boss 1 On Friday night, my mother and I discussed that I would be the boss for a day to experience the taste of "being the boss".

"Bell..." The alarm clock sang at six o'clock in the morning, waking me up from my dream. I rubbed my dazed eyes and shook my head to wake myself up.

I think that at this time of the weekend, I must still be in bed, even if you set off firecrackers in my ears, they won't wake me up.

But now?

I got up early in the morning and really wanted to sleep a little longer, but today I have to be in charge!

I had no choice but to get up, stretch, and cook breakfast.

Breakfast is dumplings, very simple.

After eating, I started to tidy up the room. First, I folded the quilt. The quilt was longer than me. How should I fold it?

This took a lot of thinking on my part. I first imitated my mother and wanted to shake off the quilt, but it looked simple but was difficult to do. I tried several times without success.

Plan A failed, so I had to implement plan B: I spread out the quilt first, then folded the two sides inward like a plane, and successfully folded the quilt.

At noon, it’s time for me to cook Chinese food. The dishes include: minced pork and eggplant, tomato and tofu soup, and fried carrots and cauliflower.

When cutting the eggplant, I was careful, for fear of cutting my fingers. When it was time to fry, I lit the fire and put in the oil. When the oil started to smoke, I poured the meat and eggplant into the pot. As soon as the eggplant entered the pot, the oil "

It exploded into a "flower" in the air with a "pop" sound and fell down again. I was so scared that I threw the shovel in my hand and backed away for fear of being splashed.

After a while, the oil stopped frying, so I slowly stepped forward, picked up the shovel and fried it tentatively to see if anything happened, but nothing happened.

So I boldly started frying.

While I was frying, I suddenly screamed "Ah", and my hand accidentally touched the pot... Just like that, under the guidance of my mother who had been standing next to me, I stumbled through the three dishes and tasted them.

I took a bite and it tasted pretty good. It was almost the same as what my mother cooked. I was so excited!

After being the boss for a day, I tasted the pain and joy of being the boss. It’s not easy to think about my parents being the boss every day!

Excellent Essay on the Taste of Headship 2 Today is the annual Women’s Day, and I want to be the head of the family for a day.

Around 5:30 in the evening, I started preparing dinner.

I first went to the computer to find out how to cook oyster pancakes, printed it out, and posted it on the refrigerator. Then I started cooking. I first added finely ground sweet potato powder to water and stirred it into a slurry, then added fresh garlic or leeks.

Cut into small pieces and pour in. Add appropriate amount of refined salt according to the information and mix well to make a dish.

Then wash the fresh oysters and mix them into the vegetables.

Because I wasn't paying attention, Haili's belly was broken, and I couldn't help but complain!

I had to make it again. This time I was careful and managed to put the mixed sea cake into the pan.

But because of my carelessness, I didn't pay attention, and the sea cake was burnt again.

I have to make it again, this time I am much more skilled. After a while, the fragrant sea cakes are ready, and I pour the dense sweet and spicy sauce brought from Fujian.

What a delicious meal.

I can't help but recite this thing because it exists in the sky, and how many times can I hear it in the human world.

This sea cake looks like bright gems under the light, shining with dazzling brilliance.

I carefully selected some Chinese cabbage, put them in water and washed them. I put a few spoons of oil in the pot, picked up the cabbage, shook off the water, and put it in the pot. I turned it over carefully. After a while,

The dishes are ready.

I finally took out the rice and cooked a big pot of porridge.

At 6:20, my mother came back. My sister and brother took out the greeting cards they made and gave them to my mother. I couldn’t wait to bring the cooked porridge and stir-fried vegetables to my mother to taste. My mother nodded and praised them.

My heart is sweeter than eating honey.

This activity allowed me to experience the hard work of my mother, so we should not only honor our mothers on Women's Day, but also honor our mothers every day.

Excellent Essay on the Taste of Being the Head of Household 3 On Saturday, which is Women’s Day, I took over my mother’s duties at home and felt the hard work of being a parent.

In the morning, I got up early without waiting for my mother to remind me. I got up to make breakfast for my mother and father. I quickly took out 4 eggs, some rice and some ham sausages from the refrigerator, prepared boiled eggs and fried rice, and started frying.

Maybe it was because the sound of the fried rice was too loud. After a while, my mother got up. She saw me making breakfast and asked, "The sun came out in the west today? Why did Zhao Xiaodan get up so early to make breakfast?" I delayed it on purpose.

"Because... I won't tell you." I quickly put the breakfast and milk on the table, "I am in charge today! I am responsible for all the housework!" It happened that my mother went out in the morning, because Sunday is the lunar calendar

On February 2nd, I “had to go back to my parents’ home,” so I stayed at home alone.