1. How to write a composition about fried eggs

On Friday afternoon, the teacher assigned us a practical activity - fried eggs.

So I got up excitedly early on Sunday morning to complete this difficult task. How to fry fried eggs? Ask mom? No, no, I have to give my mother a surprise! I had an idea and decided to consult the all-knowing Internet.

After reading it, I first put on my apron like my mother, and then started to make preparations. First I took out an egg from the refrigerator, knocked it gently on the edge of the bowl, and the yellow liquid was like a waterfall. Flow into the bowl, and then start pouring the oil, eh? How much oil does this cost? I racked my brains and thought for a long time, but couldn't come to a conclusion. Forget it, no matter what, I picked up the oil bucket and poured it into the frying pan. Oops! Accidentally, the pot of oil was half full. Maybe it would be delicious if there was more oil! I thought innocently. After turning on the fire, I heard a crackling sound after a while. I quickly poured the eggs into the pot. Suddenly, the oil splashed everywhere, and the hot oil splashed on my body. I screamed in pain. At this time, I Regardless of the pain, I hurriedly ran over to save the eggs. I saw that the eggs were like spread out maps soaked in oil, and the fried eggs turned into boiled eggs. I hurriedly fished the eggs up, and the black eggs made a shining appearance, and the kitchen also I made a mess.

It seems that the surprise for my mother is about to turn into a surprise! I picked up the dark eggs with chopsticks and as soon as I put them in my mouth, a bitter taste filled my mouth. well! The excitement just now suddenly turned into dejection.

It’s really hard to get everything started! There is always a first time for everything. I will keep trying in the future. I believe I will be able to fry eggs with endless aftertaste.

2. A 300-word essay on fried eggs

.I learned to fry eggs. At noon on Sunday, I was concentrating on writing my diary in the study. Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance floated in the wind from the kitchen. , immediately made me salivate.

I put down the pen in my hand and couldn't wait to come to the kitchen. It turned out that my mother was frying eggs. It was the smell of eggs! I tentatively asked: "Mom, I also want to learn how to fry eggs. Can you teach me?" My mother smiled and said, "Okay!" So, my mother repeatedly demonstrated to me how to fry eggs. Just stand aside and observe and guide the operation.

Following the method taught by my mother, I carefully picked up an egg, held it with a few fingers, and touched it lightly on the cutting board, and several thin lines cracked on the top. Make a small opening and peel it off gently with both hands, and the crystal clear egg white and yolk slowly flow into the oil in the pot. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in the hot oil pan. As the temperature in the pan gradually increased, the egg whites and yolks obediently turned into small round cakes.

According to my mother's prompts, I adjusted the size of the stove and added some salt and spices to the eggs. After a while, the fragrant eggs were fried by me. I respectfully asked my grandparents, mother-in-law, and parents to sit down at the dining table, and then happily took out my "work", placed it in front of them, and invited them to taste it.

Grandpa slowly picked up a piece of egg with chopsticks and put it into his mouth calmly. After chewing it carefully, he said kindly: "Is Tingting's cooking skills good?" Others People also echoed in unison: "Although the taste is average, the spirit is commendable!" Hearing their praises, I felt happy. I realized from learning to fry eggs that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing. In daily life, as long as we have the courage to explore, as long as we have the spirit of perseverance, learn more, ask more questions, and use our brains, no matter how hard things are, no matter how hard we work, It will always succeed. 3. A 400-word essay on fried eggs

Today, I fried eggs for my parents.

I put on my apron and walked into the kitchen confidently. My mother was worried and followed in, ready to respond at any time.

I sat the pot on the liquefied gas stove, first turned on the range hood, then quickly opened the liquefied gas valve under the stove, turned the knob on the stove, and the light blue flames "spurred" It jumped out of the ground and licked the bottom of the pot happily. I lifted the salad oil bottle and poured oil into the pot. I watched the changes in the pot closely. After a while, I put my hand on top of the oil and tried it. I felt that the oil was about the same temperature, so I quickly knocked the egg on the edge of the pot, and the egg cracked a crack. I broke it hard along the seam, and the egg white and egg yolk jumped into the pot. Suddenly, the pot became lively and crackled non-stop. I was ready with a shovel in hand. When I saw that the egg yolk was tightly wrapped in chicken white, I quickly turned the egg over with a shovel and continued to fry the other side. My mother supervised for a while and saw that I moved in an orderly manner. She had already gone to the living room to watch TV.

In a short while, a golden egg was fried. I couldn't wait to put the fruits of my labor on a plate and send them to my parents. Mom came closer and smelled it, and kept saying: "It smells good! It smells good!" Dad took a look at the eggs and said, "It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, not bad." He tasted it again and said, "Good! It's still the eggs fried by my son. Delicious!"

After hearing this, I jumped three feet high and said, "Really? Then I will cook all the fried eggs." Then I ran into the kitchen and fried three more eggs. . 4. Detailed description of the fried egg composition

Crack the eggs in a bowl and twist them evenly until the egg white and egg yolk are fully mixed, as long as they can’t be picked up with chopsticks.

Use a pan (a flat bottom is fine). If you are afraid of burns, add oil first. Pick up the pan and turn it around to make the oil even. A little more is okay. However, it is best to add oil after heating it and when it feels a little toasty to your hands, it will taste better that way.

3. When the oil is hot, the standard for baking your hands. Pour the egg in and it will bubble naturally. Don't rush to flip it. Use a spatula to pour the egg liquid in the middle around. After the smaller half of the egg has solidified, use a shovel to lift it up and quickly turn it over. Be quick. It will be fine after a while, golden brown.

Be careful not to use too much fire, or it will burn. 5. I learned how to fry eggs

Today, I went to my grandma’s house for dinner and ate grandma’s “specialty dish” - poached eggs. I thought it was a “human delicacy”, so I decided to ask my grandma for advice. Let’s take a look at how to fry poached eggs.

"You go and prepare the ginger and eggs first, and I'll heat up the pot." Grandma said, I nodded, and then went to prepare it.

After the preparations were completed, grandma turned on the gas, put a little oil into the pot, cut a piece of ginger, put the ginger into the pot, and used a spatula to rub the ginger with the bottom of the pot. Said, if you don't do this, the eggs will easily stick to the pan later. I nodded and thought: No wonder my mother always sticks to the pan when she makes eggs! Grandma picked up the egg and knocked it gently on the pot. A crack appeared on the egg. Grandma quickly opened the crack with her hands. The egg white and yolk "sit" on the pot, which is a "sliding slide" from the egg shell. It slid all the way into the pot, and there was only a "crackling" sound, and small white bubbles popped up on the eggs, as if they were dancing.

Finally, the eggs were fried, and grandma put the eggs into a bowl again and said, "Try it!" I tasted it and it was really delicious! Grandma said, "Come and fry one too! Remember what I did just now." I nodded and looked at the pot and eggs again, because after all, this was my first time frying poached eggs, and I was sometimes timid and sometimes nervous. Cheer yourself.

I first cut a piece of ginger, added a little oil, picked up the spatula, gently and carefully used ginger to "wash" the bottom of the pot, and then picked up the egg and knocked it on the pot. After a while, I carefully opened the crack, and there was a "crackling" in the pot. I was shocked! The oil in the pot splashed again, almost scalding me, so I became more careful. Then, I quickly poured the oil on the egg yolk, and I saw a layer of white egg white forming on the egg yolk. Finally, I carefully put the poached eggs into the bowl.

"Haha! It's finally done!" I said happily, and grandma couldn't wait to take a bite, and then gave a thumbs up, saying that I was so smart! Teach it once and you’ll learn it.

I finally learned how to fry poached eggs. 6. Composition on Fried Poached Eggs for the First Time

On Friday night, I held my cheek and shook my pen, thinking hard. This week’s weekly diary "I’m here to show off my skills" stumped me.

At this time, my mother patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let me teach you how to fry poached eggs!" I thought this was a good idea, and I flew to the kitchen. The first thing is to turn on the gas stove, but I can't turn it on.

It turns out there is a trick: you have to press the button down and then turn it to open it. I just heard a "bang" sound and I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do.

My mother reminded me; "It's time to put in the oil." I hurriedly put the oil down, but too much oil was put in and it went outside. At this time, the fire became big again, which scared me. Sweat.

When the oil started to smoke, you could put the eggs in. I picked up the eggs and beat them on the table. I held them in the air, broke the eggshells, and the eggs fell into the pot. The hot oil in the pot splashed out, which shocked me again.

I don’t know how much my little heart will be frightened today. My mother kept urging me: "It's time to turn over."

But my hands were shaking, and I saw that the "poached eggs" were about to turn into "poached carbon". I was really anxious. Then I had an idea and turned off the fire first, and then turned the poached eggs over.

Before long, a poached egg was ready. I was no longer nervous when I fried my second poached egg.

The eggs were not lifted that high. But after a long time, there was no movement. After a closer look, it turned out that I had forgotten to turn on the gas stove.

I took the poached eggs that had just come out of the pan, feeling full of accomplishment. I showed them to my dad and said proudly: "Dad, come and support me!" My dad gave me a thumbs up after eating it. I brought it to my sister again: "Sister, come and try my craftsmanship."

My sister nodded after eating. After finishing the meal, my mother said, "It tastes good, and it's quite crispy! You won't be hungry anymore when your parents are not at home."

I felt happy after hearing this. This time frying poached eggs not only made me experience the fun of cooking, but also made me understand the hard work of cooking. It also made me understand the process of eggs from raw to cooked. It is really amazing. 7. A 400-word essay on fried eggs

I often eat fried eggs made by my mother, but I have never actually cooked them.

Today, I asked my mother to teach me how to make fried eggs. Mom took out the pan, and I suddenly got excited and put the pan on the stove.

Light the fire and follow mother's instructions. Mom held up the oil and said, "Add some oil first."

As she said this, she took my hand and poured some oil on a corner of the pan, and then tilted the pan in all directions, because the oil Spread it flat on the pan, no matter where the eggs are beaten, the oil will be stained with the eggs. After a while, the oil had boiled.

It was smoking hot. Mom quickly opened the eggshell, letting the still liquid egg white and yolk flow into the pan in the blink of an eye, and I hurriedly grabbed the shovel.

After I got the shovel, I thought of myself as a chef, flipping, frying, and flipping again. In order to adjust the taste, I sprinkled sugar on the shovel, shoveled and turned it over carefully.

After stirring for two minutes, my mother and I "changed shifts". My mother asked me: "Do you want to eat it raw or cooked?" "Wow, there are raw and cooked fried eggs?" I asked.

"Of course, if it's raw, the yolk will still be fluid, and if it's cooked, the yolk will be solid." "Oh, I want the cooked one."

Fry and fry until it's done I added some more soy sauce at the end. Finally it was ready to eat, I took a bite, ha! The fried eggs made with my own "sweat" are much more delicious than my mother's! I continued to eat. It used to take a minute or two to finish a small fried egg, but now I finished it in three or two.

Finally, I said: "From tomorrow on, I will fry an egg every day!" I finally understood the meaning of "a hard work, a harvest".