Tongue on the affection essay 600 words (a)

Autumn winds, crab feet fat, autumn is a good time to eat crabs. October 2, dad duty back to buy 8 hairy crabs, they are gray-green, such as the size of my hand. The most striking thing is the front two big pincers, teeth and claws swinging, majestic. I was very excited and yelled at my mom to hurry up and burn the crabs.

About 20 minutes later, the kitchen wafted a burst of crab incense, crabs out of the pot, and at this time, their color changed to orange-red, very attractive. The aroma of the crabs came to my nose and made my mouth water. I couldn't wait to grab a crab, "Ouch, it's hot!" I shouted and shook my hand. Dad saw my anxious look and said with a smile, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You don't have to rush, take your time."

A few moments later, the crab was not so hot. I immediately picked up a crab, broke open the crab shell, yellow crab yolk showed in front of me, shiny and oily. I couldn't help adding a bite, "It's so fresh, so delicious!" Mom helped me pour some vinegar in the crab shell. I dipped a little bit of vinegar and took a bite of the crab roe, it was oily but not greasy, not to mention how fresh it was! At once, my appetite was so great that I quickly wiped out the crab shells in three tries. I wiped the oil on my mouth, picked up the bulging body of the crab, and forcefully broke it, the full meat exposed in front of me, white, tender, really greedy. I gently bite, slowly taste, soft with strength, too delicious.

After eating the crab body, I began to deal with the crab feet. I picked up a large pincer, a forceful break, a strong bite, mouth a suck, a large piece of meat slipped into the mouth. I chewed carefully, leisurely, aside the father said laughingly, "You really are a snacker."

Finally, a crab was eaten by me, my mouth still retains a trace of fresh flavor. I smacked my lips, not yet finished.

Autumn is a harvest season, in this wonderful season, there are many delicacies are waiting for us to savor.

Tongue of kinship essay 600 words (2)

My mom is not very good at frying, but she really likes to make some desserts: steamed buns, buns, pumpkin cake, soymilk, milk tea ...... and much, much more, and every time I look at my mom to do it, all of them Every time I watch my mom do it, I drool. Even my good friend Chen Biyu sister's mother tasted, also jokingly said: "Well, too delicious, your mother can be in front of the school stall!"

Once on vacation, I woke up in the morning and saw my mom frying pancakes in the kitchen, I curiously walked over and asked, "Mom, what kind of pancakes are these?"

"I won't tell you, you'll know when you taste it." Mom said as she came out with a big plate of hot pancakes. I smelled the large plate of pancakes and said to myself, "Wow, it smells really good!" With that, I took my chopsticks and grabbed one to eat.

"Huh, why does this pancake smell like bananas in it?" I looked at my mom, "Could it be, this is ...... banana cake?"

"Hey, hey, you guessed it!" Mom said proudly as she tasted her "work". I thought the banana pancake was delicious, so I pestered my mom to teach me how to make this banana pancake. Mom went to the kitchen, slowly and methodically said: "In fact, I do this banana cake is very accidental, originally wanted to make groundnut cake for you to eat, just in time, there are a few bananas in the house, it is an idea: why not fry a banana cake to eat, the practice, in fact, is very simple, it is the same as ordinary pancakes: flour, cold water, sugar, eggs and into a thin and thick, but there is one more procedure I cut the bananas into thin slices and put them on a plate, I haven't finished frying them yet, why don't I fry them for you on the spot?" I jumped up happily and said, "Yes, yes!" I saw my mom put oil in the pan, when the oil is hot, the thin flour evenly spread in the pan, and then spread the banana slices one by one in the pancake together, and so on both sides of the pancake is fried into a golden brown, then spatula spatula up, into the dish, and so on a few times, a lot of delicious banana pancakes on the frying well.

"Oh, it's so easy to do." But this seemingly simple banana cake but spent a lot of mom a lot of thought. I love my mom's little dessert, because it is not only delicious, but also cohesive with a lot of mother's love. Mom, from today on, I will also make many, many delicious things for you to eat!

Tongue on the affection essay 600 words (3)

Just arrived at the door of my grandmother's house in the countryside, I smelled the familiar lingering aroma, I flew to the table, and I could not wait to taste my favorite - "Grandma Soup ".

Grandma soup? Don't worry, (m.taiks.com) listen to me slowly - it is a common home cooking taro soup in the Jiangnan water town. The production is simple, the raw materials are also common, taro peeled and cut into thin slices, put on green beans, water, oil, on the rice pot on a steam, rice boiled, taro soup is also cooked, put into the salt, mix, and then sprinkled with green onions, my favorite colorful taro soup on the cooking is good. As long as I go home during the holidays, my grandmother will definitely stew a big pot!

My family's taro soup is all grandmother's hand stew, and cooking with hairy taro, green beans, scallions are also grandmother's hand planted. I and taro soup, that is a smell unforgettable, love at first sight, a taste of unique love of the inexplicable relationship!

I remember when I was a child, I do not love to eat, grandma and mom feel a headache, that time, I was not well, recuperating in the countryside. That day my grandmother called me downstairs for dinner as usual, I was urged by my mother before lazily opening the door to go downstairs, I just opened the door and smelled a peculiar fragrance, it is not the fragrance of fresh fish soup, nor is it the strong aroma of braised meat, it is a kind of fragrance that I can not tell, a smell, as if it can no longer go away. I rushed to the dining table and saw a colorful watercolor painting (I learned about it after my mother's introduction.) --The emerald green green green green beans and creamy white creamy white taro slices intertwined with each other, and seemed to see sheep frolicking in the grassland, while the golden golden homemade canola oil and turquoise green minced green onions made the taro soup into a yellow and green lawn unique to the autumn winds. Grandma hurriedly handed a ladle soup, I hurriedly scooped a spoonful of soup into my mouth, well, salty and light, smooth and refreshing, a bit of milk feeling, but no sweet milk's greasy taste, not to mention the astringent taste of pure milk, I scooped a bit of taro slices in my mouth, there is a little bit of salty, there is a little bit of sweet, there is a little bit of green peas of the aroma of a put in your mouth, dissolved, light delicious all of a sudden flowed into my throat! In my throat, really comfortable ah! I hurriedly go to scoop, spoon movement, the soup in the small green beans like a naughty little star, in the "white flock" and "yellow and green lawn" between the hide-and-seek, I watched all fascinated: "Grandma, mom, what is the name of this dish? It's so beautiful and delicious!" Grandma smiled and squinted her eyes, mom told me, the waist and legs are not convenient to the grandmother to get up in the morning to dig up the hairy taro, heart stewed this bowl of taro soup, I hope you can eat more rice!

Oh, this taro soup in the grandmother's thick love it, no wonder so beautiful, so delicious! "

Oh, this taro soup has a lot of love in it, no wonder it's so beautiful and so delicious!

From then on I fell in love with this "Grandma soup", Grandma always planted taro, soybeans, green onions, and every time I came home to stew a big bowl of colorful and fragrant love taro soup, so that my tongue can not melt!