I prepared a fruit knife, a chopping board, a spoon and a plate, and then I took out all the apples, bananas, watermelons and oranges in the refrigerator. Then I washed them clean. Red apples are like red agates, curved bananas are like boats, watermelons really look like a big ball at first glance, and oranges are like little red lanterns. Thousands of feet drooled three times. After washing, it's time to send them on their way. After I peeled the fruits, I put them on the chopping board and cut them into small squares.
When I brought the fruit salad to my mother, she hugged me and said, "Thank you, good boy!" " "
On Saturday, my father came back and bought me snacks. As soon as my father got home, he began to cook for us. It seems that dad hasn't cooked for a long time, and his movements are not so skilled. I ran over and said, Dad, let me help you pick vegetables. Dad said: OK, thanks. Then we started cooking together. I pick vegetables quickly, faster than my father, but I don't seem to pick them clean. After picking it off, dad took it to wash, cleaned it, put it on the steamer, picked up a bright kitchen knife and clicked it. . . . Cut it like a mold, in all shapes. It looks so fun. By this time, my father had scoured the rice. I asked, dad, is this enough for us to eat together? Dad said, that's enough.
Then, dad started cooking, stirring and waving in the pot. Before long, the food was ready and the rice was ready. Dad shouted at us: fire! ! ! When eating, the action is the slowest, so my father urges me to say: eat quickly, eat quickly, don't do it at once, and my mind is often distracted in class.
But dad was right. Whether eating or drinking water or dancing in class, we children should be careful so as to study hard.
I have experienced many firsts, and all the firsts come to mind, such as the first time I took a train, the first time I heard a wolf barking with my own eyes, and the first time I participated in a speech contest. However, the most unforgettable thing is cooking for the first time.
One day at noon, my father was still working outside and my mother had not come home. My stomach is growling and there is nothing to eat at home. Think about cooking some rice yourself. The first is Taomi. I remember my mother washed the rice at least three times before, so I washed it three times and the rice was clean. The next step is to cook! I poured the washed rice into the rice cooker, plugged it in, pressed the start button of cooking, and then ran into the room to do my homework, waiting for the meal to be done. After a while, I suddenly heard a scratching sound.
At this time, my mother happened to go home, and I also ran to the kitchen to have a look. At this moment, my mother came up to me and asked me, Are you still cooking by yourself today? You are a good boy. The rice cooker kept ringing, so my mother quickly unplugged it. When the steam in the pot disappeared, she opened the lid and looked at me in surprise: silly child, you didn't put the water away! Look, the rice is all cooked. I was dumbfounded. I said, I won't add water until I see you add water before. That's because you didn't pay attention. If you don't add water, the rice will be all burnt when it is cooked.
Finally, my mother cooked another pot of rice, and I watched the whole process carefully. Through this first cooking, I understand a truth: everything should be careful, and we must carefully observe the whole process of everything and remember every link, so as to do things well. You see, there are four parts of water under the word cooking, so remember, you must add water to cooking in the future!
Today, my mother said, "I'll teach you how to cook." I'm glad I have a new skill.
My mother taught me how to do it: wash two barrels of rice, pour them into the basin, wash them with clear water, put them into the rice cooker and pour some water, which is very particular. When the water level is less than the little finger of the rice, plug in the power supply and press the cooking button, and the delicious rice will be baked. It's time for dinner. I help my parents with their meals. My parents praised me as a capable baby.
Do a first-grade composition 5 Oh! Great! I, only 12 years old, can cook three kinds of home cooking. Awesome! These three are "fried eggs and ham" and "poached eggs" and my favorite and the worst teppanyaki!
The simplest of these three is poached eggs! Just knock on the egg, make a hole, let the egg white and yolk flow out and pour into the pot, and fry for 2 to 3 minutes! Then you can feast your eyes!
The hardest part is teppanyaki! Also be careful that you will hurt your hand!
During the summer vacation, I learned to cook. As for why? There is still a paragraph that I am interested in reading!
One Saturday, I was at home and felt bored. Thinking about it, I suddenly thought of cooking. Now that you think about it, why not give it a try? So I pestered my mother to learn to cook. My mother was pestered by me and insisted on teaching me to cook. I learned to cook 100. I learned to cook 100. First, my mother told me to go to the rice jar and put two cups of rice in a cup. After I installed it, my mother asked me to put the water in the rice cooker, and then Taomi was also called Taomi. After washing, pour out the water and put it into the pot. The water is about one centimeter higher than the meter. Then, when the rice was ready, I opened the lid, and the rice inside surprised me-there was a hole in the middle, wasn't it funny?
In fact, cooking is not that difficult, as long as you are serious!
I got up this morning and walked gently into the kitchen.
I asked my grandmother, "Do you want me to help you fry rice?" Grandma said, "Good!" I cut the beans into granules and then cut the sausage into granules. Then open the eggshell and put it in a bowl. Cook beans and sausages in the pot. Fried rice together.
Add eggs and salt and stir fry.
I really like it!
I learned to cook, although it was not very successful, but my heart was still full of joy. Let me tell you how I cook.
First measure a spoonful of rice with a spoon, pour it into the rice cooker, and then pour the palm-like water. Then, wash the rice, put it in the rice cooker, press the power switch, wait for 30 minutes, and a pot of delicious rice will be ready! It's delicious.
Children, have you learned?
There are many first impressions in composition 9 of the first year of cooking, so it is inevitable to classify it into categories-ups and downs.
It was that man who showed me the way for the first time. When I think about it, it was like that.
"Daughter, your father and I are going out for a few days. Call me if you need anything, "my mother said to me.
I said helplessly, "All right!"
I have been busy this week, thinking: how to solve today's lunch? Is it cooking a packet of instant noodles? Still not eating that? I want to surpass myself and start cooking.
I took out a Chinese cabbage and cut it in half. I thought to myself: this cabbage will be fried less once, just right.
After thinking about it, I began to work. I poured a spoonful of oil first, and then waited for it to cook. As a result, I was so absorbed that I didn't even know the oil was boiling. Fortunately, this is only a drop or two.
I quickly put the cabbage in. After stewing for two or three minutes, I put in half a spoonful of "salt" and stewed for five or six minutes. Time to put monosodium glutamate! I put a little more monosodium glutamate and fried it a few times. Great, I can finally eat. It's strange to eat the food just cooked.
I carefully recalled my cooking process, oh! By the way, I used sugar as monosodium glutamate. It seems I should be more careful in the future.
Although I failed, I am still very happy. After all, it is the first time!
My first time was really good, and the feeling of my first time was really wonderful!
One day, my father was on a business trip, and my mother didn't come back from work until late. My stomach is already growling with hunger.
I remember the rice and egg custard my mother used to cook for me. It's delicious. So, I started with my own hands. First, I took a bowl of rice and put it in the rice cooker. I thought there was less rice, and then I filled two bowls. Then I tried to wash rice, add some water and put it in the steamer. I took three eggs from the refrigerator, followed my mother's example, and beat the egg white and yolk into the bowl. Then I use chopsticks to stir in one direction, add a little salt and put the bowl in the steamer.
I waited anxiously and panicked, because this was my first time cooking. After about half an hour, I wiped the sweat on my hands and carefully opened the lid. The orange and egg custard overflowed the bowl, and then I saw that the rice in the pot was full. I think it's a little strange. Why is there so much rice? So I went to look up the book, which turned out to be the principle of heat expansion and cold contraction in labor class.
I looked at my "fruits of labor" and couldn't help tasting them with relish. When my mother came back, she was surprised and said, "Your father is back?" I said, "No." My mother said, "Who cooked for you?" I proudly said, "I made it myself." Mom smiled and said, "You are so old that you can cook by yourself!" " I also smiled happily.