In my life, there have been many firsts: the first cooking, the first night outing, the first trip abroad, the first prize ... the first time is like footprints, printed on the road of our growth. Although it has been a long time since the first cooking, it is still fresh in my memory.

At that time, I volunteered to fry a dish for my family. I don't care in my heart. Isn't it just cooking? Just like "Zhang Fei eats bean sprouts-a piece of cake".

I recall my mother's cooking process in my mind. I peel the potatoes first. I'm almost done peeling it. I have a smile on my face and my heart is full of joy. But the potato just seemed to be pointing at me, like a naughty' child' slipping from my hand to the ground, and the knife suddenly crossed my finger. Fortunately, it's not serious. Now I finally know the difficulty of cooking. But I am not discouraged. After some efforts, the skin was finally peeled off. After peeling, it's time to shred. I hold the potato tightly in my left hand and the kitchen knife tightly in my right hand. The potatoes will be cut soon. But I'm looking at shredded potatoes. It's just a potato chip, but it's finally cut.

I wiped the sweat from my face, turned on the gas stove, put the pot on the stove and put oil in the pot. When the oil starts to smoke, add chopped green onion and shredded ginger to enhance the flavor. Stir-fry for a while, then add the shredded potatoes. After a while, the shredded potatoes actually burned. I quickly put the seasoning, and I put too much salt in a hurry. I can't care so much, just put the pot down and put it on the plate. I sent it to my parents, who praised me after tasting it.

I learned from that cooking that some things look easy and are difficult to do. Only after experiencing the "first time" will there be future success.

The composition of the second primary school student cooking for the first time is 500 words.

The feeling of cooking for the first time is really cool! Cooking looks simple, but it is difficult to do. Only by mastering the methods and usual practices can we make a delicious dish. That day, mom and dad were not at home. I finished my homework and waited for my parents to come back while watching TV. "Goo goo ..." I'm a little hungry and my stomach is growling. At this time, my father called: "If it is sunny, we have something in the company now and can't come back so early. We may not come back until 5 pm. Cook for yourself! " Hang up the phone, my stomach is growling again, I am dizzy! I don't know how to cook and stir-fry, but I usually watch my mother cook, otherwise I would have been hungry. I took some dishes out of the refrigerator and washed them. Well, then use lean meat to make fried tofu! I washed tofu and, alas, cut pork. I washed the chopping board and kitchen knife, and then put the pork on the chopping board. How to cut? Forget it. I'm hungry. Help is very important. Cut it. I can eat anyway. So, I took the initiative to pick up the knife and cut it. I picked up a piece of meat and looked at it. It seems that my mother cut it into small pieces, but it was so big in front of me. I cut it a few times and the pork became small and plentiful. I turn on the gas stove, light it, and then pour the pork. Wow, it's too hot. Water splashed on my hand. My mother seems to say that we should wait until the water evaporates, or it will splash. It's too late to think of it now. What should I do? I remember being at a loss. By the way, the book seems to say that the water will not splash. I quickly took the plate to fill the water, and hurriedly poured the water into the pot. Finally, the spray disappeared. Hey, apply what you have learned. I stir-fry, and after a few minutes, the meat turns a little pale, so I put tofu and vegetables in the water, turn the meat up, turn the tofu and vegetables down, and let it cook quickly. It's been about 10 minutes, alas, I forgot to put salt. I'll put the salt in right away and taste it again. Well, that's all right. I turned off the fire and gas and put it on a plate. Wow, it smells good. I tasted it and it was delicious! I finally learned to cook! I jumped three feet. I haven't cooked yet. I'll wash the rice immediately and put it in the rice cooker. Twenty minutes later, I was hungry. Mmm, it's delicious!

Three pupils cooked 500-word compositions for the first time.

Do you have any successful experience? Success can bring people happiness. Enhance our confidence and pride. I also had a successful experience, that is, I learned to cook. It was a summer night, and mom and dad had not come home yet. The younger brother rushed into the room and said, "Sister, my stomach is beating drums. I want to eat. " I looked at my brother's pathetic appearance, so I had to go to the kitchen to rummage through the refrigerator. I found one or two bundles of cabbage and thought to myself, what should I do? Why don't I fry cabbage for my brother? So I picked Chinese cabbage tree by tree like my mother, washed it and cut it. Then I tried to put oil in the pot. After the oil was hot for a while, I threw the cabbage into the pot. Smell it, the oil is overflowing. On the stove, on the wall, almost on me. I immediately took a step back and was at a loss. But I smell burning again. I quickly picked up the pot and put it on the ground. At first glance, all the dishes were burnt by me. The smell of the kitchen is getting stronger and stronger. It makes me cough. I sat in a chair and felt extremely depressed.

Cooking is really difficult, so I won't make any noise! But when I think of mom and dad's tired figure every day and see your brother begging me for something to eat, I'm determined to make this dish well. This time, I washed a handful of cabbage and poured oil. At this time, I put a little salt first, poured the vegetables into the pot and turned the spatula. Finally cooked. I put the food on a plate and tasted it. It's not salty or light, but it's not bad. At this time, my brother also picked up chopsticks and took a bite. Repeatedly said: "Sister, your fried food tastes good." At this time, mom and dad came back, saw me fry a dish, and praised me with surprise. I suddenly feel very satisfied.

I finally learned to cook. I'm so happy!

The composition of four pupils cooking for the first time is 500 words.

Recently, I was idle at home, so I ran to my mother on a whim and announced, "I'll cook you a dish today!" " ""Can you do that? Sugar and salt are unclear! " My mother said to me doubtfully. Facing my mother's worried eyes, I casually pursed my lips and said, "Isn't it just a thick one and a thin one?" "Such a thing can beat me? I've seen you cook countless times! I'll make scrambled eggs with tomatoes right away, so just wait for something delicious! " At the beginning, I took out my eggs and knocked on the table several times. Just listen to "boom!" The egg is still intact, not even a crack. Does this egg make King Kong indestructible? Why can't I open it? I thought so, bang, I waved my hand and the egg hit the table again. Who would have thought that this time, the force was too great, half an eggshell was knocked off, and the egg white flowed down from the table like a river, leaving only half an eggshell and an egg yolk in his hand. I panicked, quickly put the shell on the table, turned around and took the paper to wipe the flowing egg liquid, but forgot the yolk on the table. I waved my hand and the half shell containing the yolk fell to the ground again. The yolk was scattered all over the floor and turned into a pool of paste, and the ground was a mess. ...

Hey, what a bad start! After I beat an egg carefully again, I officially started to scramble eggs! I reached out and took the sugar out of the shelf, opened the bottle cap and poured it into the pot. "Shh ..." Sugar poured down like a flood, and the pot suddenly turned white. It's really weird. Obviously, it takes a lot of effort to pour out sticky sugar when watching my mother cook. How can it be different that she came to see me today? I was wondering when my mother standing by pushed me away and said angrily, "You really can't tell sugar from salt!" " "I picked up the bottle and looked at it carefully. It turns out that what I am holding is a seasoning bottle full of salt! When I think of those big words I told my mother at the beginning, I blush and feel ashamed.

The composition of five primary school students cooking for the first time is 500 words.

On Saturday morning, with the help of my mother, I made scrambled eggs with tomatoes. First, I prepared three tomatoes, two eggs, oil, salt and other ingredients and condiments. Then, I beat two eggs and put them in a bowl to stir. Then, I cut the tomatoes into pieces and put them on a plate for use. After these preparations are completed, it's my turn to show my talents!

First, with the help of my mother, I put a little oil into the oil pan, and then I poured the stirred egg liquid into the oil pan. After the egg liquid is solidified, I stir-fry it and put it on the plate. At this point, the first process of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is completed. Looking at these golden eggs, I can't help feeling a sense of satisfaction. Then, I began to fry tomatoes and put the cut tomatoes in the oil pan. Alas! This is a big event! (What happened next was beyond my expectation) I poured all the tomatoes into the oil pan at once because I was eager for success. As a result, I heard only one stab, and then several loud noises. A lot of small oil spots jumped out of the pot, and I suddenly panicked. Fortunately, my mother gave instructions in time: "Yuanyuan, turn down the fire quickly!" " Sure enough, after turning down the fire, no oil overflowed. My mother took my hand, looked around, carefully observed it, and made sure that I was not splashed by hot oil, so I was relieved. Finally, I stir-fry the fried tomatoes and eggs together, add a little salt, and the scrambled eggs with good color and fragrance are out of the oven!

I have mixed feelings when I see my own scrambled eggs with tomatoes. It turns out that cooking is also learned. At the same time, through this cooking experience, I also understand that no matter what you do, you should not be eager to achieve success, but be patient.