A 300-word diary of making dumplings (1)

It was a bright morning on Sunday. Grandma decided to make dumplings, and I quickly came to help. I first helped grandma wash the vegetables, and grandma mixed the Good stuffing and good noodles. My grandma and I started making dumplings. Grandma asked me to make them the way she did, but I couldn’t make anything like them. Look at the dumplings made by grandma in the shape of fish. It was so simple, wasn’t it? Do you want to put some stuffing on the dumpling skin? I tried again, but after failing again and again, I thought to myself: "When will I be able to be as beautiful as grandma?" I'm so envious! I realized that no matter what I do, it is not that simple.

Grandma said to me: "If it were as simple as you said, anyone could wrap it up!" Grandma said to me again, "As long as you do it patiently according to the method I taught you, it will be done." It will be done." After listening to my grandma, I followed her method and finally learned how to make dumplings.

Through this experience of making dumplings, I learned that I have to be patient and conscientious in everything I do, and it is possible to succeed.

A 300-word diary of making dumplings (2)

Yesterday, early in the morning, my grandma bought flour, meat, and leeks to make dumplings at home.

I got up early, had dinner, and waited for grandma to come back and we made dumplings together, because this was my first time making dumplings. My mother said that when she was a child, her family often made dumplings, and her mother She is also very good at craftsmanship, so today I am going to compete with my mother to see who is better.

After grandma cut the meat, leeks and flour, we started making dumplings!

For the first dumpling, I picked a piece of flour skin, added a lot of stuffing and put it in the flour skin. Finally, I carefully wrapped the stuffing, alas! There was too much stuffing, and they all bulged out and burst the flour crust. I accepted the lesson from the failure of the first dumpling making. For the second dumpling, I added very little filling to the flour skin and then wrapped it up. As a result, the dumplings looked shriveled, which was really different from the dumplings made by my mother. Thousands of miles. Summarizing the lessons from the first and second failures, for the third time, I picked up a piece of flour skin, added an appropriate amount of filling to it, and finally wrapped it up. Finally, the beautiful dumplings came out.

Making dumplings today made me understand a truth. No matter what you do, you must use your brain and think about it before doing it. Only in this way can it be easier to do things well!

A 300-word diary of making dumplings (3)

Today, my mother is making dumplings at home.

I watched it for a while, and then I clamored for my mother to teach me. Mom agreed, and she said, "Let me give you a demonstration first!"

Mom first put the dough on her hands, then dipped it in a little water, then put the meat on it, and finally pressed it on both sides. This dumpling is ready. When I saw how easy it was to make dumplings, I couldn’t wait to make them.

I also learned to be like my mother, put the dough on my hands, dip it in a little water, put the meat filling on it, and press it on both sides, but the meat filling seemed to be very disobedient. When I pressed the left side, The fleshy pit on the right popped up. When I pressed the right side, the fleshy hollow on the left popped out again. I pressed it with both hands at the same time. Haha, the fleshy hollow couldn't come out again. Just when I was proud, the "belly" of the dumpling appeared. It was broken, and the fleshy pit seemed to say to me: "You can't wrap me!" I had to quickly get another piece of dough and put another "clothes" on the dumplings, so that the first dumpling I made was ready. . ( ) Look at the dumplings made by my mother, and look at the dumplings made by myself. There is a world of difference!

After repeated practice, and with the help of my mother, I was finally able to make a decent dumpling.

I believe that as long as you do something seriously and unremittingly, you can do it well.

A 300-word diary of making dumplings (4)

This afternoon, as soon as I got home, I came to the kitchen listening to the sound: "Ta! Ta! Ta!" The sound made me Walking into the kitchen, I asked: "Grandma, what are you doing?" Grandma smiled and said, "You are cutting meat and making dumplings." I smiled and said, "Okay, okay!" I put down my schoolbag and came to the table. Work started before.

Grandma’s sharp knife mixed the stuffing in one go. Start making noodles. Grandpa skillfully cut the big dough into small dough, rolled it into a long snake shape, and cut it into many angular shapes with a knife. Now it's time for me to appear. Grandpa cuts one, and I press one. Grandpa cuts two, and I press two. Dad saw me pressing one and started to roll it out, and each big white dough was ready.

I held the dumpling wrapper in my left hand and dug some filling in the basin with a spoon in my right hand. I'm still a newbie and don't know how to wrap. I watched my mother wrap the stuffing in the dough. As soon as I put my hands together, the dumplings were wrapped. They were round and round like a general, but the ones I made were like a thin old man and still drooping. But at this time, I didn't give up lightly. I pondered and thought patiently. A dedicated person finally learned it after hard work. The water began to sing and the dumplings began to dance. After 10 minutes, the dumplings are cooked.

I ate the dumplings happily and felt very happy.