The sunshine in winter is warm.

just like her. Open the door and rush to the kitchen.

Reach out your hand, rice cookers, wheezing powder and flour are all in front of you. Imagine quickly searching for the recipes that you have just learned in your heart, making a delicious cake, and keeping the smell that once wrapped around your nose! Mixing dough, wheezing, and plugging in electricity for cooking, time passed anxiously in the ticking, and finally I could taste it, but the wind flashed and the misty clouds covered my beautiful face. God, is this the cake in the original imagination? Looking at the failure, my heart became depressed.

At first, the impatient state of mind fluttered in the bubble, chewing hard on myself who was tired and slumped in the back of the chair! Turn around, stare, and lose. The gloomy mood filled my belly at random, and I was silly and happy with the familiar ridicule. I used to warm my cooking and admire my delicious food, but now I am very annoyed. I used to be beautiful in color and fragrance, so wait, hum, and suddenly dream of him.

I immediately served tea and beat my back, being diligent like a servant. Alas, the haze has gone away. The initial throbbing has become a dull pain in my heart, always inadvertently eroding my weak heart.

That delicious sad cake in my heart, farewell, I don't want to clean up the fiasco battlefield again. I'm exhausted from washing. Meet, talk about, the whole process of making cakes! The jokes along the way have become the eternal bright fireworks in others' hearts.

I betrayed my clumsy self in an instant, and my beautiful blooming youth was distressed and sweet. Time has been frozen in the process of cake, and it has quietly passed through the fingers.

In this way, I was chewed slowly by a person, savoring my joys and sorrows in making cakes. Although the opportunity was short-lived, the joy of laughing and laughing gave me a happy mood, which was engraved into words and left to the cake in my memory.

I was in a bad mood when I was lying in front of the computer and lost my cake. I asked from afar, where is the cake? Silent, lonely sadness is crushed in music. I have the courage to tell everyone that I threw away the stiff cake and burst into laughter. Alas, I silently endured the torture I took in the jokes of others, and the silent failure in my heart left a broken landscape in my memory and a new feeling with the taste of cake. 2. Write an essay on a cake in the third grade of primary school

Today, when I came to the Book City to read a book, I saw a newly opened shop-a cake shop.

when I looked at those fragrant and attractive cakes, my heart had already flown out of the book city and floated to the cake room. Where are you going to read books? I shook my mother's hand and begged her to take me to make a cake, and my mother actually showed mercy and agreed.

I put on my apron and my kitchen hat. Run quickly to the table.

I saw an uncle with curly hair coming to me. He introduced me that there is a golden ratio in making cakes. Put 55 grams of flour first.

after I listened to him patiently, he took out half a box of flour and said to me, "Clear the scales and dig out the flour. Stop at 55 grams.

I'll be fine soon. He took out another bowl and said, "Clear, dig 3 grams of sugar.

later, he said, pour 3 grams of water, 3 grams of oil and 15 grams of sugar, and I will know what to do. When all these logistical tasks were finished, he conjured up three eggs like a magician and said, "Bring that egg separator.

I beat the eggs into the egg separator. You shake it, separate the egg white from the yolk, put the egg white on the left and the yolk on the right.

After that, my uncle cracked the first egg. As it was the first time, I carefully shook the egg separator, and the egg white was successfully separated by me. After finishing, he asked me to mix the oil, water and sugar.

Then, pour the separated yolk in and stir well. Finally, add 15 grams of sugar. On the other hand, my uncle used an electric egg beater to whip the egg white into foam, and then poured the egg paste that had been stirred before into the foam, so that I couldn't stop stirring for a moment, otherwise it would turn into water and I couldn't make a cake.

after stirring for 1 minutes, I asked him, "uncle, do you think this is not good?" He only took one look and said, "All right." .

he poured the paste into the container. Then I fell hard on the table. I was stunned by him and asked him, "Why did you fall?" "Because want to drop the bubble out! After the fall, he held his hand in four and said, "it will take 4 minutes to get out of the oven!" 1 minutes, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 4 minutes. I waited for 4 minutes before I heard a "drip".

Uncle came. He put the cake in the refrigerator and left. It was another five minutes before my uncle took out the cake.

He took a knife to get the cake out, and cut off a part of the burnt cake for me to taste. Ah! Why is it so delicious? I'm beginning to admire myself.

The first time I made a cake, it was so delicious. I have a gift for making cakes. Just when I was on cloud nine, my uncle came. He took out a butter knife and asked me to fill two layers.

After wiping, he took out another bamboo stick and used it to design a pattern on the cream. I drew a baby rabbit.

then, fill the lines with chocolate. I did as I was told.

well, this cream cake is out. 3. Write a composition about a cake in the third grade of primary school

Today, when I came to the Book City to read a book, I saw a newly opened shop-a cake shop. When I looked at those fragrant and attractive cakes, my heart had already flown out of the book city and floated to the cake room. Where are you going to read books? I shook my mother's hand and begged her to take me to make a cake, and my mother actually showed mercy and agreed.

I put on my apron and my kitchen hat. Run quickly to the table. I saw an uncle with curly hair coming to me. He introduced me that there is a golden ratio in making cakes. To

put 55g of flour first. After I listened to him patiently, he took out half a box of flour and said to me, "Clear the scales and dig out the flour. Stop at 55 grams. I'll be fine soon. He took out another bowl and said, "Clear, dig 3 grams of sugar. Later, he said, pour 3 grams of water, 3 grams of oil and 15 grams of sugar, and I will know what to do.

When all these logistical tasks were finished, he conjured up three eggs like a magician and said, "Bring me that egg separator. I beat the eggs into the egg separator. You shake it, separate the egg white from the yolk, put the egg white on the left and the yolk on the right. Say that finish, uncle "pa" hit the first egg, because it was the first time to do it, I carefully shook the egg separator, and the egg white was successfully separated by me. After finishing, he asked me to mix the oil, water and sugar. Then, pour the egg yolk into it and mix well. Finally, add 15 grams of sugar.

On the other hand, my uncle used an electric egg beater to beat the egg white into foam, and then poured the egg paste that had been stirred before into the foam, so that I couldn't stop stirring for a moment, otherwise it would turn into water and I couldn't make a cake. After stirring for 1 minutes, I asked him, "Uncle, do you think this sex is not working?" He only took one look and said, "All right." . He poured the paste into the container. Then I fell hard on the table. I was stunned by him and asked him, "Why did you fall?" "Because want to drop the bubble out! After the fall, he held his hand in four and said, "it will take 4 minutes to get out of the oven!" 1 minutes, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 4 minutes. I waited for 4 minutes before I heard a "drip". Uncle came, he put the cake in the refrigerator and left. It was another five minutes before my uncle took out the cake. He picked up a knife to get the cake out, and cut off a part of the burnt cake for me to taste. Ah! Why is it so delicious? I'm beginning to admire myself. The first time I made a cake, it was so delicious. I have a gift for making cakes. Just when I was on cloud nine, my uncle came. He took out a butter knife and asked me to fill two layers. After wiping, he took out another bamboo stick and designed a pattern on the cream with this bamboo stick. I drew a baby rabbit. Then, fill in the lines with chocolate. I did as I was told. Well, this cream cake is out. 4. The third grade composition "Making a cake for the first time" is 1 words

Yesterday, it was my aunt's birthday, and I'm going to make a birthday cake for her. At noon, I went to a pastry shop that made my own cakes and asked for some eight-inch fruit cake materials, just waiting for the two layers of baked cakes.

after a while, the cake came, and under the guidance of a waiter, I was as busy as a bee starting work. I'll remove the first layer of cake, put some fruits such as coconuts and peaches on the buttered cake, and then put the first layer of cake on it. Next, I began to dress the cake. The first time I put cream on, I was a little in a hurry. Although I was careful, I would inevitably put cream on myself. I can't believe that it's still very difficult to make it by myself with cream, which seems simple at ordinary times. Next, tick the picture with a toothpick, and I draw it carefully. After painting, I colored it with jam and cream and hooked the side. Finally, I put four strawberries in front of the painting, two strawberries in my eyes, six pitaya on my faces, and the rest of the fruit on my side. Write Happy Birthday on four strawberries and 48 on two eyes.

it's really slow work. A spongebob face from Zhang Yuanyuan appeared in front of our eyes, and a delicious and beautiful cake was born in my hand. 5. How to write the composition of making cakes in the third grade

Speaking of "cakes", I think of my first experience of making cakes.

It was early one morning, and my mother got up very early. My mother woke me up and told me to get up for breakfast. I quickly came to the table and saw that there were only two bowls of rice on the table, so I asked my mother, "Mom, mom, why are there only two bowls of rice on the table?" While serving food, my mother replied, "Because your father doesn't want to eat rice today, but wants to eat cake. I'm very busy today. Can you help me make a cake?" "Of course, I'm very happy about it."

I ran to the kitchen, picked up a glass bowl, found another egg, put it on the table, and knocked it a few times, but because I pushed too hard, I broke the egg, and the egg white and yolk jumped to the ground like a naughty little doll. I was not discouraged and decided to come again this time. The egg white and yolk are like a clever little doll, and they "jump" into the glass bowl.

I pick up the chopsticks in my right hand and the glass bowl in my left hand, and mix the egg white and yolk evenly with chopsticks. I also find a bag of original cake powder, cut a small mouth on the cake powder bag with scissors, and pour the cake powder into the glass bowl, so that it and the egg white and yolk can be good friends. After pouring the cake powder, Mix the egg white, egg yolk and cake powder with chopsticks. After stirring evenly, cover the glass bowl with a lid, then put the glass bowl in the microwave oven, and turn the fire to a big fire for one minute. After one minute, the cake is out of the oven. It smells fragrant, so I can't help taking a sip. I don't know why, the cake has become extremely delicious in my hands, even my father, who is not very talkative, has eaten it. Sweeter than eating honey

Today, we went to the bakery to make a big cake, or it was freshly made. I was particularly excited.

I saw that my uncle took out a piece of bread, which was 8 inches, and put it in the rotating disk, with several lines on it, and put our bread in the innermost part.

My uncle turned the disk, and once he found that there was bread beyond the line, he immediately put it on the table. Uncle cut the top with scissors. Suddenly, I found that my uncle was opening a canned fruit. I wondered, so high bread wouldn't need another layer. I saw my uncle cut half of the bread horizontally, put the top layer on the table, add a lot of cream on the top of the other layer, cut it flat, pour the opened fruit a little, and then put the bread on the table. Oh, It turned out to be a sandwich.

We added a lot of cream on it to smooth it, because we wanted a strawberry-flavored cake. Uncle added strawberry-colored cream to smooth it with a card, which was beautiful.

Uncle also put on a beautiful coat for the cake. He pushed it from bottom to top with a knife, layer by layer, like a staircase, very steep. I couldn't help swallowing.

Finally, my uncle piled chocolate, some apples, two grapes and two peaches on it. Well, you're done.

It took me almost fifteen minutes to make this cake, and before I knew it, the cake was finished. My uncle's skills are really superb! What a champion!

Last year, my birthday was very happy, and it is still fresh in my memory. 6. I prepared a cake composition for my mother.

One day, when my mother came back from work, she said to me, "Son, what did you see her buy?" I ran to my mother happily, and when I saw it, it was cake powder.

Mom said, "Tomorrow is Saturday. Mom will make you a cake." I'm so happy that I've been looking forward to coming tomorrow all night.

The next morning, I watched my mother get up. I got dressed and got up quickly, followed my mother and watched her prepare to make a cake. I went over to my mother and said, "Mom, I want to make a cake with you."

mom smiled and agreed. We began to make cakes. First, my mother asked me to take a big bowl, wash an egg and knock it into the bowl at the edge of the bowl, then add a small spoonful of oil, and stir it repeatedly in the bowl with an egg beater until there is no egg white.

Then, put a small bag of cake powder into a bowl and stir it with the egg liquid. My mother said to me, "Come and stir them evenly, just like mud." While I was stirring, I saw my mother bring some peanuts, sesame seeds and raisins.

when I'm done stirring, I'll pour those nuts into the bowl. Finally, put the bowl in the microwave oven and turn it to high heat for 2 minutes.

After 2 minutes, the cake was ready. I watched my mother take the cake out of the microwave oven and smell it from a distance. Take a look, it's golden in color, with peanuts, sesame seeds and raisins on it.

it smells good! I shouted excitedly, "I want to eat!" " Mother said, "Go and call grandpa, and dad will come and eat together." I swallowed my saliva and called grandpa and dad.

and proudly said, "I made it with my mother". As soon as my mother finished dividing the cake, I couldn't wait to eat it. It was delicious! Sweet and fragrant.

Grandpa and Dad can't stop praising me: It's delicious and Qiqi is great! With my efforts, I had a delicious breakfast with my family. 7. I like eating cakes in grade four.