Cooking experience 1 There are many firsts in my life, such as the first time to help my mother fill the bus card, the first time to pay the electricity bill in the power supply bureau ... but what I remember most is the first time to cook.
During the summer vacation, my cousin's family came to my house to play. My cousin and I cried all day, saying that the food was not delicious and we always found fault with our eggs. One morning, my mother suddenly announced that my cousin and I would cook at noon. We were suddenly stupid because we had never cooked. But my cousin and I still crustily skin of head and agreed. I quickly found a cookbook. Among dozens of cookbooks, we chose scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which are easy to make and everyone likes to eat.
At noon, my mother urged us to cook quickly. Ok, let's start. I'll wash the rice soaked in advance and pour it into the rice cooker. I'll add boiling water with the same volume as the rice as my mother said, and then plug it in and press the cooking button, so that the rice will be left alone. Then I turned to the page of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, took out three eggs from the refrigerator, and took out a glass bowl to pound eggs.
First of all, I should break the egg. I knocked the egg on the edge of the bowl. Great, the egg opened. I pulled the shell in half to both sides and the egg liquid flowed into the bowl. After all three eggs are broken, I'm going to start eating eggs. In order to cook quickly, I told my cousin to cut tomatoes quickly. Cutting tomatoes and getting eggs is not a big problem, but the hard part is behind. It's time for cooking. We lit a fire. I lifted the oil bottle and poured oil into the pan. That's great. The oil in the pan kept splashing. I forgot my mother's warning that I should wait until the water in the pan was dry before pouring oil. I quickly poured the poured egg liquid into the pan. I saw that the liquid egg liquid gradually turned into a lump from all sides to the middle. I don't know if I was concerned about whether the surface of the egg was good or scared by the noise from the oil pan. We actually forgot to turn the egg over. As a result, all the eggs on the surface hardened, but the side sticking to the bottom of the pan was completely burnt into coke. The pot is particularly difficult to wash, and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes has become "scrambled coke with tomatoes".
It took us a lot of effort to cook a dish, but cooking is so difficult that we dare not be picky about food any more.
Teacher's comment: Little friend, the teacher found it very interesting to watch the process of cooking tomatoes and scrambled eggs you wrote. The difficulty of cooking for the first time is so vivid in your pen. The details are also very good. Finally, it is concluded that it is not easy to realize it through this cooking, and it is very meaningful to know that you should not be picky about food. I hope you can experience life more in the future and write the same real little things in life.
Today, the weather is as clear as a piece of blue paper, and a few thin white clouds, like being melted by the sun, float slowly with the wind, and the moist red sun adds a touch of color to it.
Having finished my homework early, I strolled leisurely in the yard, dancing like a Xiaoke who was tap dancing. I was very happy.
Cheerful, I casually asked my grandfather, "What's your favorite food?" "Braised pork." As soon as I got to as one pleases, I started to run to the kitchen. I rummaged through the refrigerator and caught a piece of fat and thin meat. According to grandma, pork is ridiculously expensive now. I thought to myself: You should treat this piece of meat well! However, it is no wonder that my mother always jokes that I am very valuable now! Hee hee?
As a novice, I decided to check the practice of braised pork. After searching, fortunately, the materials at home are complete. Star anise, fragrant leaves, rock sugar, meat, ginger ... After all the materials were prepared in the basin, I put the braised pork in the pot for a while and fished it up. Wash the pan and pour in the oil ... I have mixed feelings in the process of frying meat. After performing the symphony and dancing in a crackling way, my hands are red here and there, and they are almost braised pig's feet!
After frying pieces of meat, I put them into a plate, poured oil into the pot again, put in rock sugar and fry until it is dark, then put in the fried pieces of meat, prepare the star anise, fragrant leaves and ginger in the pot for frying, and after about three minutes, add the freshly boiled water, cover the lid and cook until there is only a little juice left.
Another long process, ten minutes, twenty minutes, twenty-eight minutes ... The clock on the wall ticked past, and my braised pork could be cooked.
The braised pork with spices has been waiting for people's arrival. It seems that it has the same excited and happy mood as me. "Grandpa, the braised pork is out of the pot, you can eat it!" "Come, come, try the braised pork made by my granddaughter. It's delicious." Then, grandma was also called by me to try it. "Great, keep working hard!" Grandpa gave a thumbs up. "It's almost as delicious as my cooking!" Grandma laughed. At this time, I seem to be a small insect soaked in a honey pot, very sweet!
I tidy up the kitchen, and the head sea plays back the happy picture just now, and the laughter seems to still reverberate in the house!
I helped my mother cook today, and I couldn't wait to do it, but as soon as I got closer, the oil splashed on me, "Ah! It hurts. " I shouted, and my mother came over and said, "Be careful not to get burnt. Let me teach you how to fry peanuts." I jumped three feet for joy. My mother asked me, "Do you know how to fry peanuts?" I confidently replied to my mother: "I must first pour the oil into the pot and wait for the oil to heat up before adding peanuts to stir fry." I never expected my mother to say that I was wrong at the first step, and I was very sad. Mom said, "You can't fry peanuts with hot oil. You need to stir fry them with cold oil, otherwise the peanuts will be fried outside and taste bitter." So I did what my mother taught me. I kept stirring the peanuts in the pot. The peanuts rolled around in the pot like naughty babies, which was very interesting. But in a short time, I couldn't lift my arm. I think it was so hard for my mother to cook. I must honor my mother when I grow up. Slowly, the peanuts changed color. I sprinkled salt and stirred them, and a plate of delicious peanuts came out of the pot.
I am very happy to eat my own fruit of labor!
As the saying goes, "learn to cook and have the ability;" Will live and benefit for life. "
I saw my father cooking at home in the afternoon, and I also wanted to learn something. What I learned was how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
I'll ask the chef at home to stand aside and tell me what you need to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes: prepare 2-3 eggs, 2 spoonfuls of salt and 2 tomatoes; First, break the eggs into a bowl and stir them evenly with chopsticks, so that the egg white and yolk are integrated; Then wash the tomatoes and cut them into orange petals; Then pour the oil into the pot, pour the egg liquid into the pot bit by bit, until it is fried to golden brown, take it out, then add the tomatoes to make the tomatoes catch a little scent of the eggs, put the eggs into the pot again after a minute or so, stir-fry until they give off a strong fragrance, take it out, put it on a plate, and get it.
Dad looked at me after he finished, and I said, "OK! OK! Simple, let me do it! " Then wash the pan and pour the oil, waiting for dad's instructions. "Put the eggs." As soon as I gave the order, I couldn't wait to pour the egg liquid into the pot, and suddenly a thick smoke rose. Dad said, "Big Brother, it's falling bit by bit. How can you fall like this? It's not only difficult to fry, but also invisible with the oil smoke." I smiled awkwardly, covered my mouth and nose, and stirred up speculation.
When there was a faint fragrance in the pot, I knew I had to put the eggs out and put the tomatoes in.
But as soon as the tomatoes were put down, the oil flew in all directions. When the oil star flew to my hand with a spatula, a sharp pain came, and I exclaimed, "Ah!" As soon as the hand shrank, the spatula fell into the pot. Dad sighed at the side, took the spatula out of the pot and put it under the faucet to cool down in lightning speed, and said to me, "That's what cooking is like. You have to control the situation, otherwise how can you cook a good dish?"
I nodded in shame and then prepared to put salt.
I picked up the salt spoon and reached over the pot, shaking it gently. I saw the salt falling bit by bit. My father asked me to put more salt on the side, so I did, and my hand shook. As a result, I didn't expect the full spoon of salt to fly into the pot.
I put the dishes on a plate with a black face and took them out of the kitchen. Me and dad, you look at me, I look at you. Nobody ate first.
"Dad, come on, have a taste and see how it tastes?" I said.
Dad squinted at the scrambled eggs with black tomatoes, then at me, frowning, closing his eyes and putting a tiny piece in his mouth. He suddenly grabbed the glass, gulped a few mouthfuls of water and said, "Well-this salt is well fried, with a little egg smell." Say that finish and drank a few mouthfuls of water. I curled my lips.
Dad looked up and said, "I'm very happy to be able to do this for the first time, but I might as well practice again, so that you can cook a good dish. Practice makes perfect!" But-"Dad changed the subject, and I suddenly became nervous." In order to let you know what your shortcomings are, you have to eat what you have cooked and analyze what you should do next time ... "When I heard this, my face twitched and I said," No, you are in charge of the evaluation, don't look for me, I ... I'm sure I can't eat anything, so come on! " After that, I smiled awkwardly and rushed into the room and slipped away.
I heard my father shout behind my back: "I must finish my own cooking with tears in my eyes!" "
Alas, I feel a stomachache when I think about it!
My parents will leave me alone at home every weekend, but my grandmother will stay with me at home. But this weekend was different. Grandma went to Nanning, and I was left alone at home.
I finished all my homework at noon, and soon my stomach growled. So, who will cook for me at noon today? This difficult problem stumped me. I can't cook! So, I decided not to eat at noon today, and to solve it by sleeping. But in less than five minutes, my hungry stomach protested, "Get me something to eat quickly." Suddenly, the idea of doing it yourself and having plenty of food and clothing gave me new hope. If I go on like this, will I get stomach trouble from hunger? I'm going to cook in person at noon today and experience the feeling of cooking.
Just do it. I'll see if there's anything to eat at home. I'll look in the refrigerator. There's nothing in it. I have no choice but to take the 20 yuan my mother gave me in the morning and go shopping in the supermarket. The first time I went out shopping alone, I was a little excited. I chose from left to right in the supermarket, and finally I bought a bag of instant noodles, a bag of chocolate and a bag of Wangzai milk candy. When I got home, I learned the way my mother cooked. First, I tied on an apron. Then I washed the pot and put it on the induction cooker. I put some boiling water on it, and then I put the instant noodles in the pot to cook for 3-5 minutes. I'm putting the seasoning in and cooking for another minute. After cooking, turn off the electricity and stuffy for a minute, and a bowl of delicious instant noodles will be ready.
After a long struggle, I can finally eat my once-cooked noodles. While enjoying my own cooked noodles, I said to myself, "I didn't expect it to feel good to cook by myself."
As long as I can remember, either my father or my mother cooked for me, so I decided to cook for my mother once.
Today, when my mother was not at home, I opened the refrigerator, which was quite rich! There are carrots, green peppers, black fungus, vegetables, eggs and leeks. I soak the black fungus first, then shred the carrots and green peppers, cut the leeks into sections, put on an apron, and the preparations are finished! For the first course, I pour the oil on fire and put it in the pot. Unexpectedly, the oil suddenly spilled around. When I see my mother, I always cover the pot with the lid, and I did the same. Sure enough, the pot slowly subsided. I lifted the lid, stir-fried it back and forth a few times, then added seasoning, and finally stewed for a while, so the first course was finished! The second course, I still like just now, fire pour oil, the second course is finished! In the third course, I pour the eggs first, then the leeks, and the third course is finished! When my mother came back, she ate my cooking and said with a smile, "Who made this?" Very delicious! " "Me!" I said happily.
Although there are only three dishes, it shows my love for my mother!