I was idle at home today, and suddenly I wanted to try my own fried food. So I made up my mind to learn to cook.
I walked into the kitchen and looked at these cooking things in a daze, not knowing how to use them. I remember how my parents used these things over and over again, but I can't remember clearly. I had to ask my father, who said while demonstrating, "First clean the pot, turn on the induction cooker, then pour a proper amount of oil into the pot, then pour the vegetables into the pot later, and then stir fry with a spatula." When the dishes are almost cooked, start to put some seasonings such as soy sauce and salt. When the dish is finally cooked, put the fried dish on the plate and a dish will be fried. "
After listening to my father's story, I immediately had a thoughtful plan, and I believe I can do it, too. So, I started cooking. I did it wholeheartedly according to my father's appearance and methods. But when you put the seasoning, you don't know what the weight should be. It's time to drain the oil I feel a little less, but I poured some more, which seems to be too much. Naughty oil baby jumped into my face and hands, which really hurt! At that time, I wanted to give up, even put down the spatula. Suddenly my father came over and said, "Come on! Persistence is victory! You can't give up halfway! " I listened to my father's words, and my heart was filled with hope.
Once again, I picked up the spatula and seriously fried it. Dad also stood beside me nervously, reminding me to put the sauce for a while and telling me to turn the dish for a while. Listening to the crackling sound in the pot and watching the vegetables change from hard to soft, I smiled happily. Five minutes later, with the white smoke and delicious food coming out of the pot, I knew I had succeeded. I can't help drooling when I smell the delicious food I cooked, let alone how happy I am!
In the evening, I ate my own fried food, and my heart was full of joy.
Chapter 2: Diary of 400 Words Cooking Today is the first day of junior high school. Faced with this birthday present, I am a little at a loss, so I have to see if it is made by my mother first.
When I walked into the kitchen, my mother was preparing to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. My mother banged the eggs first, and then dug them with her hands. The egg cracked with a crack, and the egg white was in a hurry. The yolk fell into the bowl with a bang. My mother took a chopstick and began to stir the eggs, making a "jingle" sound. After a while, it was stirred. This is, my mother poured bread into the pot, and the flame happily licked the bottom of the pot and made a "zi zi" sound. Ah! Cooking is like a beautiful musical symphony. Yes, but it has been fried. My mother poured onion, ginger and tomatoes into the pot again, and the sound of "scratching" rang again. Soon, the tomatoes were also cooked. First, pour the scrambled eggs in, stir a few times, and this bowl of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes will be fried. Mother put the dish on the plate with a spatula and made a "clang". Try eggs. It tastes as sour and sweet as tomatoes. It is delicious.
I thought to myself, "It used to be so simple to cook, so I will show my talents tomorrow. Don't drool. "
In the first grade of junior high school, my major is cooking. I can cook many dishes, such as fried vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried shredded pork with green peppers and so on, but my specialty is fried ribs.
Today is Sunday, and I just have nothing to do, so I decided to cook my best dish, let my family try it, and improve the food by the way. Go to the vegetable market to buy back ribs and work in the kitchen. I washed the ribs first, and then I began to season them. Now, I pour a proper amount of spiced powder, Jamlom salt and a little monosodium glutamate into the basin, and then pour the ribs into this basin for pickling for one hour to make them taste better. During this time, I stirred the flour into a paste.
Now it's time to fry the ribs. I put the wok on the gas stove, then turn on a big fire and heat the wok, and pour in half a pot of oil. Heat the oil for seven or eight minutes and turn to low heat. Then, I add the ribs one by one. Suddenly, the oil in the pot boiled, and the creaking sound kept echoing in my ears. The ribs are constantly changing in the pot, and the white batter on the surface slowly changes color. ...
My family can't wait. They greedily looked at the fried ribs on the plate, like a greedy cat, and their mouths were watering. I said to everyone with alacrity, come and have a taste. First of all, dad raised chopsticks and put a chopstick in it. He took a big bite without hesitation. As he ate, he said, his daughter, your cooking is really delicious. Everyone listened and tasted it. Mom says your daughter's ribs are bright and visible. "Hee hee, I won't tell you"
No pains, no gains, no pains, no happiness, but lazy people will never enjoy happiness.
Article 4: 400-word diary: cooking in the first day of junior high school. My parents are not at home today, so I can only go home in the afternoon, which is also the situation where I show my skills.
I'm going to cook noodles this afternoon. I cut vegetables first, then wash them. There was no water in the small pot, so I poured oil and prepared for cooking in advance. After the vegetables are poured into the pot, I will cook the noodles. First, I will boil the water, and then I will entertain them. In addition, don't forget to adjust the dishes in the small pot to avoid burning the bottom of the pot.
After the noodles are cooked, you can sit in the pot for a few minutes, then you can eat them in cold water.
There is a saying that is right: the sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. Therefore, no matter what kind of realm you want to achieve, you must go through tempering. Including cooking.
Do you remember the first time I cooked? Safe and sound My parents were not at home at that time, so I thought it was a surprise for him, so I cooked something to eat.
First, I poured oil into the pot and made a fire. Then I looked for octagonal, and it took me a long time to find it. After I put the aniseed in the pot, it took a long time for the pot to catch fire. I quickly turned off the gas switch and the pot was on fire. I quickly turned off the gas switch. Although the fire in the stove is out, there is still fire in the pot! At this time, I kept calm, picked up a spoonful of water, poured it into the pot, and boom, the fire was directed at the roof, and there were fires within one meter around. Fortunately, I took two steps back before I was lit. Thank God, the fire was put out. What a false alarm!
I cooked a hot dish because I learned a lesson from this cooking.
Chapter 5: Diary 400 words Daquan Cooking Junior High School Grade One This morning, my mother went downstairs to work, but my father was away. I was alone at home and had no food, so I had the idea of cooking by myself. I opened the refrigerator and took out three potatoes, a green pepper and seasoning. I know my mother likes to eat chicken essence, so I specially took a bag.
I ran to the edge of liquefied gas, turned on the stove, poured oil first, and I began to peel potatoes. In a short time, the skin was peeled and the potatoes lost a lot. I started to cut potatoes. I cut the potatoes across the board, and the potatoes separated. However, how to cut silk? I'm depressed, yes! There is a light bulb on my head. I can slice the potatoes first, and then shred them!
As soon as I started, I pressed the potato on the board and "brush, brush, brush". After a few knives, the potato became a piece. Then I cut it randomly, and my silk was cut. This is not so much a "silk" as a "block"! I have no choice but to cut it all.
It's time to cut the green pepper. I "break them with high pressure", then I remove the seeds and cut them into "silk"; Green peppers are much easier to bully than potatoes.
I put shredded green peppers and shredded potatoes together and threw them into the oil pan.
"Wow!" Some oil spots flew out and flew to me, making me scream with pain, and some oil spots almost fell into my eyes. Fortunately, I have glasses.
I put the chicken essence in, flipped it a few times like my mother, put it in the basin and took it out. I looked at the time, it was twelve o'clock sharp; At this time, my mother just came back and tasted my cooking, leaving tears; I also tasted my mother's tears, sweet.
Article 6: 400-word diary: cooking in the first day of junior high school. Today is the first time for me to cook, and it is also the first time for my parents to taste my fried dishes. I'm going to fry shredded potatoes today because I prefer potatoes.
My mother took me to the supermarket to buy the ingredients needed for cooking-a potato and a handful of leeks. After mixing the ingredients, my mother and I paid the money and went home to prepare for cooking. My mother and I came home, and my mother gave me instructions on the steps of cooking-first wash potatoes, then peel them, and then shred them ... I thought it was very simple at that time, but when I personally experimented, I found that it was not that simple. I washed the potatoes first, then peeled them with a peeling knife. My hand slipped and the potatoes almost slipped to the ground. Luckily, my mother caught them soon. My mother told me, "I am too young to cut vegetables with a knife, but I can shred potatoes with the shredding knife on the peeler." My mother taught me to do this while talking. After I cut it, I began to cut onions again. Secondly, I opened the fire and poured 2 spoonfuls of cooking oil into the pot. After waiting for 30 minutes, first put the onion in and fry, then put the shredded potatoes in and fry. Then there was a crackling sound in the pot, and my mother encouraged me to say, "Don't be afraid, just be careful!" " "I started to stir fry constantly, and every shredded potato was evenly heated. Then I add a spoonful of salt and a spoonful of chicken essence, and then stir fry for about 2 minutes. My favorite shredded potatoes are ready.
Finally, I turned off the fire, put the shredded potatoes on the plate and looked at my fried shredded potatoes. It feels so good. At the same time, I also realized the hard work of grandma and mom cooking.