It’s the end of the day. Has anything or someone touched us during this day? Why not write a diary now? But I found that I didn’t know what to write. Below is the cooking diary I compiled for everyone for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Cooking Diary 1

What I cook is stewed mushrooms. I got up before dawn in the morning, and the first thing I did was to explain to my mother-in-law why I got up so early. After getting permission, I asked my grandpa to buy mushrooms with me. Grandpa had a rice cooker to heat the rice, and then he went with me.

When we arrived at the door of the store, my grandfather and I carefully selected some mushrooms. I picked out all the good mushrooms, and when I measured them, there was a pound of mushrooms! When I got home, my mother-in-law had already gotten up. Grandpa said, I washed the pot, and I said no, the teacher wants us to cook, you don’t need to do it.

I usually watch my grandpa and others cooking and washing pots. I became very skilled at doing it. After washing the pot, dry it with a towel. Unexpectedly, the pot burned. Grandpa put in the oil and salt. I said: "Grandpa! It's not like this! Alas!" "Then how did it happen?" Grandpa smiled. I grabbed it, scooped 2 spoons of water, poured it into the pot, covered it with a lid, and added a few handfuls of firewood. Then I added ginger. When the fragrance came out, I put the mushrooms in. , add a spoonful of salt, cut a few pieces of pork, and add MSG and so on. I increased the firepower and boiled the water for a long time. The smell was already strong and fragrant. I asked my sister to bring a pot and served it. My sister didn't even taste it, so she said, "It's delicious!" I laughed when I saw my sister's greedy look. Cooking Diary 2

On Sunday, my mother said that she would teach me how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I was dancing for joy.

My mother told me the process of making scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I thought to myself: What is so difficult about this. Just do it. I washed two tomatoes first, cut them into small pieces, minced the garlic and set aside. Then I took out two eggs, knocked them gently, broke them in half, and the egg liquid came out of the shell. It flowed out, and I accidentally poured the egg liquid and eggshell into the bowl. I quickly picked out the eggshell with chopsticks, and beat the egg liquid evenly. After that, I followed my mother's example and turned on the fire. After letting the pot heat for half a minute, I added an appropriate amount of cooking oil. When the oil started to smoke, I quickly poured the eggs into the pot. The eggs immediately solidified slowly from the liquid. It doesn't spit out small bubbles, just like a small fish blowing bubbles. After that, slowly form into pieces, then add tomatoes and minced garlic, add some salt, stir-fry a few times and you're done.

I looked at the fruits of my labor and quickly picked up my chopsticks and took a bite. It was so delicious! Even my mother said that what I cooked was delicious, and that what I cooked was as good as what she cooked. After hearing my mother's praise, I couldn't be happier. Cooking Diary 3

Today is Mother’s Day, and I helped my mother cook.

It’s almost lunch time. I think today is Mother’s Day. I will help my mother cook a meal and give it to her as a gift. My mother will be very happy.

First, let’s cook the rice. I put two cups of rice in, then washed them, and then put them in the pot to cook. Then came the cooking. My mother and I put the fish into the pot. After frying for a while, we put water in. After it boiled, I put the cut tofu skin and pickled cabbage into the pot and cooked it. In about twenty minutes, a pot of delicious fish soup was ready. I took a bite and wow, it tasted great! My mother and I also cooked a plate of steamed pork ribs and water spinach.

I wanted to make a plate of egg fried rice. I put the rice in first and then took two eggs. I asked my mother to crack an egg into the pot first, and then I followed my mother's example. I cracked an egg, but it wasn't beaten well. Because I pressed the eggshell tightly after opening it, the eggs fell into and out of the pot, everywhere... I fried it, and some fried it on my arm, but I was not afraid, and continued to fry, the rice was delicious. It’s out of the pot.

After eating, I washed the plates and rice bowls cleanly.

After washing the dishes, I realized how tiring it is to cook and wash the dishes! I will help my mother cook more in the future! Cooking Diary 4

Today, my parents went out to do errands, leaving me alone at home. After my parents left, I finished my homework and watched TV.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when the hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock, the phone rang. I picked up and it was my mother. She told me that she couldn't go home and asked me to cook some food alone. When I heard this, I felt a big headache. I have never cooked since I was a child. What should I do?

No way, I don’t want to go hungry. Walking into the kitchen, there was nothing else except a little rice, eggs, and tomatoes. I had an even worse headache, but I still acted like a master and was ready to do it.

I put the rice into the pot, washed it with water, and after washing it, I turned on the electric stove and started cooking. Next, stir-fry, what can you do with these things? Yes, some scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I washed the eggs, cracked them into a bowl, and mixed them evenly with chopsticks. Take the kitchen knife and cut the tomatoes. Turn on the heat, add oil and fry together.

I finally finished cooking, but when I ate it, it tasted weird. It turned out that the rice was a bit burnt and the vegetables were a bit salty. It was not easy.

It’s not easy for my parents to cook. From now on, I will cherish their love. Cooking Diary 5

Today, my mother rode a bicycle to work. I said to myself: "Mom, this is my first time cooking, can't you give me more tips?" Alas!

There is no other way but to rely on yourself. I recalled the steps of my mother's cooking. She always cleaned the pot first, then added water and rice to put the steamed buns on. So, I followed my mother's example: clean the pot, add water and rice and put the steamed buns on it. When everything was ready, I put the pot on the induction cooker, turned on the power, and just waited for the pot to boil and the rice was cooked. I thought: Cooking is so easy, why do I need to learn it? "Hula la... hula la..." I sang and walked towards my "friend" TV. The programs on TV today are so exciting. At this time, I really wish I had more TVs at home and more pairs of eyes to watch these programs at the same time. As for what I was cooking, I had long forgotten about it. It wasn't until I smelled the pungent smell of batter that I suddenly woke up. I hurried to look and saw that the soup was overflowing all over the floor. I hurriedly turned off the power, carried the pot, and wiped the floor. My heart kept beating: How can I do my job when my mother comes back?

It’s a coincidence that as soon as I finished cleaning the battlefield, my mother came back. She looked at the pot, curled her lips, then looked at me and said, “Let’s start dinner.” Alas, it’s really a bitter fruit of my own making. Taste it, cook it yourself and eat it yourself! This "spicy" rice meal is something I will never forget! Cooking Diary 6

When it comes to cooking, I most admire my dad’s ability to shred potatoes. If you didn't see the person but just heard the sound, you would never suspect that it was a chef at work.

No, dad is chopping potatoes again. Listening to the cheerful sound of the knife trotting along the cutting board, I couldn't help itching my hands, and ran over to pester my dad, insisting on learning to cut potatoes into shreds.

Dad put a peeled potato on the cutting board and cut it into thin potato slices. Then he gently wiped it with his hand. The potato chips immediately fell down obediently. A cold light flashed, and the pot-bellied potato chips turned into slender shredded potatoes.

When it was my turn, in order to dispel my worries, my father told me: "When holding the potato, your fingertips should be retracted, and at the same time, your fingers should be arched, and your knuckles should be used to press the knife surface, so that the blade There is always a small safe distance between it and the fingertips. As long as you operate it correctly and close your eyes, you will not cut your hands. "I tried to cut it according to the method my father taught me, first slicing and then shredding. At first, I was still very nervous, for fear of accidentally hurting my hand. My dad kept encouraging me while I was cutting. As I continued to cut, I gradually became bolder and became more skilled at cutting. It didn’t take long for me to cut out a plate full of shredded potatoes. After my mother saw it, her eyes were full of surprise, and I felt a special sense of accomplishment.

It turns out that there are tips for cutting a small potato into shreds. It’s true that “life is full of learning”! Cooking Diary 7

Today, my mother cooked one of my favorite dishes: salt and pepper mushrooms.

Mom took out the mushrooms from the refrigerator, broke them off one by one, tore them into pieces, and then put them in a basin to clean. I saw my mother pinching the water in the mushrooms when she took them out of the basin. Finally, sprinkle flour evenly on the mushrooms and mix with chopsticks.

After the preparations were completed, my mother poured oil into the pot first, then turned on the fire. After the oil was hot, she poured the mushrooms in. My mother took a pair of long chopsticks and turned them over in the pot. After a while, the mushrooms turned golden, so my mother put the mushrooms on the plate, sprinkled them with salt and pepper, and finally stirred them with chopsticks to mix the salt and pepper evenly. In this way, a fragrant dish of salt and pepper mushrooms is ready! Cooking Diary 8

Today my mother cooked a table of delicious meals for me. She worked very hard. Walking into the kitchen, my mother washed the vegetables first and put them on the cutting board to cut.

Then light the fire, heat the pot first, pour rapeseed oil into the wok, wait until the oil is hot, first add pepper, chili, chopped green onion and shredded ginger to the pot, and then add the food to be fried Stir-fry the vegetables quickly. After a few minutes, add a small amount of soy sauce and continue to stir-fry until the seasoning is even. Add salt when taking it out of the pan. Mom said: "Don't put the salt first, otherwise the iodine will be lost." After she finished frying the vegetables, she steamed the steamed buns and purple sweet potatoes she bought together, and then used a rice cooker to steam the rice. Finally, I cooked a small pot of pork rib soup, which contained my favorite foods: winter bamboo shoots, sea hare, green vegetables, meat bones, and crystal powder.

In the evening, our family sat around the dining table and ate the food cooked by my mother. Everyone was very happy and thanked my mother for her hard work. Cooking Diary 9

Dad and mom are not at home. My stomach growled with hunger. I thought: Let’s cook and eat.

I measured the rice first, put the rice into the rice pot, added half of the water, washed the rice, poured out the water, added some water, put it in the rice cooker, and turned on the switch. , and have a big meal while waiting for the rice to be cooked.

How can it be done with food alone? You also need vegetables. I just want to make the simplest scrambled eggs.

I followed my mother's example, lit a small fire, heated the pot first, then broke the eggs, added a little salt, and stirred well.

Next, pour oil into the pot, pour the eggs into the pot, add the green onions, and slowly turn the eggs over with a spatula. I took a bite and said, "Ah! It's so bland." I added two more spoons of salt. I took another bite and said, "It's so salty. I really have no talent for cooking. I can't even make the simplest scrambled eggs." I went to Baidu on the computer again to find out whether the watermelon rind can be desalted. I immediately took a big watermelon and cut it into two halves. I finished the watermelon meat in big gulps, cut the watermelon rind into small pieces, and put them into the pot. I turned it over and fried it again. I took another bite and said, "It tastes just right." I scooped up the eggs with a shovel and put them into the bowl. At that moment, the rice was ready.

I looked at the dishes on the table and said happily: "I learned how to make scrambled eggs." It seemed like a simple thing, but it was not easy to do. Cooking Diary 10

When it was almost lunch today, I saw my mother taking out a piece of meat, a carrot, a small potato, a few beans, and some fungus from the refrigerator. Mom put the vegetables in the sink and soaked the fungus in the water. Then wash the vegetables in the sink, peel them, cut them into small dices, and put them in bowls.

Mom calmly turned on the gas stove, put oil in the pot, fried the meat first, then added some rice wine and soy sauce, and put it in a bowl. Then put oil in the pot and fry carrots, potatoes, and beans. I heard the squeaking sound in the pot. My mother put salt in the vegetables, and then poured the fried meat and fungus into the pot and fried them together. Mom boiled water in the pot next to her and cooked some food. Finally, put the fried vegetables in the rice cooker and cook them together. After a while, the fragrant rice will be cooked. Well food is my favorite food. Cooking Diary 11

One night during the summer vacation, I had just finished English class and came home very hungry. So I said to my mother: "I'm very hungry, please make me instant noodles!" My mother said: "You can make this bowl!" I shouted, "No, I can't make it at all!" Mom said: "It's okay. I'll teach you next to you. "So I got to work. The first step was to fill the pot with water; the second step was to put the noodles in, and then the condiments. Because I eat instant noodles, my mother is afraid that they are not nutritious, so I always put an egg and A few cabbage leaves looked easy to make, but another problem arose for me. Peeling cabbage was okay, but I had never cracked eggs before. The pot hit the ground. When I thought about it, I became a little worried, but my mother was cheering me on. I mustered up the courage to hit it first, then put my hands on top of the pot again, and then pushed my fingers to both sides, and the egg yolk came out. I exclaimed happily, "It didn't fall!" The instant noodles were made successfully and they were very delicious. As I was eating them, I said to my mother: "I will learn to cook more kinds of rice in the future."

Through this Cooking for the first time taught me the truth: I have to be brave enough to try everything. Cooking Diary 12

After I got home from school at noon today, my father and mother had not gotten off work yet. I saw my grandma busy in the kitchen, and I wanted her to teach me how to cook.

I want to learn how to fry tomatoes with eggs. I first wash the tomatoes and cut them into small pieces with a knife. Because I have little strength, some of the pieces I cut are big and some are small. Then I took out the eggs, broke them in a bowl and mixed them evenly with chopsticks. I started to learn how to stir-fry.

First, I poured oil into the wok. After the oil heated up, I first sprinkled the eggs into the pot and turned them over with a spatula. After the eggs turned golden brown and formed, I put the eggs on the plate. Then, I poured more oil into the pot. After the oil heated up, I put the chopped tomatoes into the pot and slowly turned them over with a shovel. When the tomatoes softened and the soup came out, I fried the tomatoes in advance. Put the eggs into the pot, then add some salt and chicken essence, and finally add some sesame oil when you take it out of the pot.

At noon, my father and mother came back from get off work and saw me busy in the kitchen. They both smiled happily and praised me for growing up and being sensible. When I eat the food I cook, I feel particularly sweet and delicious, because I experience the joy of success that labor brings to me. Cooking Diary 13

This afternoon, my father and I cooked a sumptuous dinner together.

At 5:00 in the afternoon, my father said loudly: "It's time to cook." I hurried into the kitchen, picked up the rice cooker's inner pot and measured the rice. After measuring the rice, I started washing the rice again. I washed the rice three times before it was clean, then put the appropriate amount of water into the rice cooker, plugged it in, and started cooking.

The next step is to stir the minced meat to make beef meatballs. I stirred vigorously, and after stirring evenly, it was time to roll the balls. I started to roll the meatballs. I finished rolling the meatballs as quickly as possible, and my father also fried the meatballs as quickly as possible. The first dish, beef meatballs, is ready.

After the meatballs are ready, it’s time to wash the vegetables. I washed the vegetables very quickly. Dad was afraid that I wouldn't be able to wash it clean, so he asked me to rinse it again. At the same time, Dad was almost done frying the lotus roots. After washing the green vegetables, I cut the garlic leaves and green vegetables together. The rest of the work is done by Dad.

Through this cooking experience, I realized that it is not easy for parents to cook, not to mention that they have to cook delicious food. Cooking Diary 14

Recently, my family got a new rice cooker. It no longer has a button like before, but a rotary one. For example, if you want to eat fish, just aim at the red setting. The word "fish" will make it cooked and hot.

The first time I used this rice cooker, I made a joke. When I got home from school that day, I became interested in cooking. I bought two and a half small bowls of rice as usual. After washing it twice, I poured the rice into a special large basin and put the lid on it. But I didn't know how to put it. After a while, I "researched" it clearly. It turned out that it was screwed. After that, I plugged in the plug and pointed it at the "rice" with the red gear. After the matter was dealt with, I Just go do your homework. I thought: Just wait until the rice is cooked.

After a while, I became worried, so I entered the kitchen. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I heard a sizzling sound, so I knew that the sound was coming from the rice cooker. I also I thought the rice cooker was broken! So I quickly unplugged the plug, but the sizzling sound was still continuous, and my heart was beating wildly, so I quickly unscrewed the hijab and saw that it was full of bubbles like soda pop. But it went down slowly, and there was some uncooked rice underneath. Fortunately, my mother came home and taught me how to cook. But the rice had become sticky, but I still thought it was delicious because it was I did it.

After that, I often cooked to relieve my mother’s burden, and I was very successful. Cooking Diary 15

Fried sour rice, do you think I wrote it wrong? Hee hee, this matter has to start from one day ago

Yesterday, my parents were not at home, only my cousin and I were doing homework at home. At twelve o'clock at noon, our parents still hadn't come back, and our stomachs were growling with hunger.

Let’s make egg fried rice! I suggested. My cousin agreed.

So, I started making egg fried rice for the first time. We hurried to the kitchen to prepare ingredients. A plate of leftover rice, two eggs, oil, salt, soy sauce, luckily I have them all at home. When everything was ready, I cracked two eggs and beat them evenly. My cousin turned on the gas stove, and the flames came out with a roar. He poured oil into the pot first, and then poured the beaten eggs into it. There was a bang, and the eggs became fluffy and big in a while. I quickly poured the leftover rice into the pot, and then hurriedly poured salt, pepper, and soy sauce into the pot. My cousin kept stir-frying, and soon the fragrant egg fried rice was ready. We immediately filled a large bowl and ate it.

Hey, it seems a little sour. Could it be that the leftover rice is spoiled? I said doubtfully.

A little bit. My cousin responded while chewing slowly, what's going on?

I know! It's soy sauce! I shouted. So my cousin and I went to the kitchen to look at the seasonings we had just used. ah! This isn't soy sauce, it's clearly a bottle of mature vinegar. It turns out that I was so impatient that I mistook the vinegar for soy sauce and turned the fragrant egg fried rice into fried sour rice.

Although the rice is sour, my heart is sweet. This was my first time making interesting egg fried rice, which I will never forget.