1. Writing a composition about cooking
"Cooking for the First Time"
I have some experience when it comes to cooking. Since I was 10 years old, I have had the idea to learn cooking from my parents, hoping that I can be as good at cooking as them in the future.
In the past, every time I ate, because I couldn’t cook, I could only sit at the dinner table, wait for my parents to prepare the food, and then help bring the dishes to the table and enjoy the meal. Ever since I came up with the idea of ??learning to cook, I would stand by and watch every time my parents cooked, learning the steps and methods of cooking different dishes. However, after studying for half a year, I still haven’t learned anything, and I can’t do anything. However, I did not lose heart and kept on studying. Sure enough, "hard work pays off". On National Day last year, I finally learned a dish and successfully cooked it.
On the night of National Day, I said to my parents: "Today I will make a dish - 'fried eggs with chives'. Please taste it and see if I do it well." So, I said Just do it, I started to do it immediately. To make this dish, you need the following ingredients: chives, eggs, salt, chicken essence, etc. First of all, proper preparation is required. First chop the chives and mince the eggs. Then, put the chopped green onions into the eggs, mix evenly, and add salt, chicken essence and other ingredients. In the third step, add oil to the pot, heat it to 70~80°C, and pour the green onion and egg paste into the pot. , stir-fry over high heat for 3-5 minutes, then it’s done. Finally, put the scrambled eggs into a bowl, and a delicious scrambled egg with chives is ready. While I was cooking, I looked at the time, for fear of keeping them waiting. I worked for about a quarter of an hour and finally finished it, thinking: Haha! I finally made a delicious dish. When my parents eat it, they will definitely praise me for my job well done.
After clearing the stove, I brought the dishes to the table. My parents smelled the charming fragrance and couldn’t wait to take a bite. After tasting it carefully, they praised me repeatedly, saying that I had grown up and learned to cook. The dish is ready. I felt very happy after hearing this.
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I learned to cook
Today is Sunday, and I have nothing to do at home, so my mother asked me if I wanted to learn to cook. I thought to myself: "If I learn how to cook, I can reduce the housework for my mother and increase my knowledge." I readily agreed.
Let's just learn. We, mother and son, went to the kitchen and my mother took the food. When it came to the props for cooking, first my mother asked me to wash the iron pot and spatula with detergent, and wash them three times with water before using them for cooking. I did what my mother said. I held the pot with one hand. I held the pot cleaning tool in my other hand, brushed it around, brushed it, and washed it with water three times. I finally cleaned the pot.
Then we have to wash the vegetables. My mother told me that washing vegetables is mainly to wash away the harmful substances in the vegetables, so I put the vegetables in the water, and then washed them one by one with my hands. It took several times to wash it.
After washing it, my mother asked me to put the pot on the gas stove, and I turned on the gas stove. My mother said next to me: "After turning on the gas, let the torch The water in the pot boils and then dries.
"Before my mother finished speaking, I started cooking. I said while cooking, "It turns out that cooking is so easy." I took the pot and stir-fried twice on the right side, stir-fried twice on the left side, and suddenly I smelled After a while, my mother said angrily: "Son! Does anyone cook like this? You are so smart that you don't even know how to cook. If there is no oil, then the food will not taste good. I said you don't know how to cook." Listen, cleverness leads to cleverness, now it’s fine! The vegetables are all cooked.’ As she said this, my mother took the spatula in my hand and showed me how to do it. She said while doing it: “Cook.” You can't cook the food carelessly, cook it carefully step by step." After saying that, my mother gave me the spatula, poured out all the mushy vegetables, and then cooked it again. I boiled the water in the pot first, and then put it in Put down the peanut oil, and my mother was by my side teaching me every step of the frying. After a few minutes, a burst of aroma came out of the dish, and it was cooked until it was almost cooked. "Is there anything else you haven't put in?" "I asked my mother, "There is still salt." My mother replied, yes, there is salt. I immediately brought the salt container, picked some salt and put it into the pot, then shoveled the vegetables and looked at the fruits of my labor. I felt sweet in my heart,
When I tasted the fruits of my labor and ate with relish, I finally learned how to cook.
Through this study, I We understand that no matter what we learn, we must be open-minded and listen to other people's teachings, so that we can learn skills. If we don't listen to other people's teachings and act smart ourselves, we will accomplish nothing. 3. A 400-word essay on cooking hieroglyphs
As soon as my hard-working father got off work, he hurried home and opened the door with a bang, and got into the kitchen. The faucet started quarreling with the basin, and a lot of water was released, and the green vegetables jumped into it. I got into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove was "cracking" and the flames were dancing "sizzling". The green vegetables jumped into the iron pot. The spatula was stir-frying, like saying hello to my dear iron pot brothers. After adding the seasonings, my father took out the plate and put the green vegetables in. A plate of fragrant green vegetables was ready. Dad brought the green vegetables to the dining table, and then got into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together. Wash the blood off the bones in the basin. "Bang bang bang bang" the bones were chopped into small pieces. Dad took half a pot of water and put it on the gas stove. Then he put the bones in and burned them. , put a few green onions, some rice wine, some salt, and some vinegar, and cooked for half an hour. After half an hour, Dad opened the lid of the pot, took out the soup, put it on the table, and brought two dishes. After cooking, my mother came back, and the three of us ate together.
Maybe everyone thinks cooking is a headache, but today I discovered the joy of cooking.
Let me go. On the way home, I saw the strong wind blowing and the leaves rustling. As I approached the corridor, a wisp of fragrance penetrated my nostrils, and I immediately ran up with a huff. . As soon as I opened the door, I saw that my mother was cooking braised pork!
I saw my mother turning on the faucet, washing the meat cleanly, and putting it on the cutting board. "Papa" everything, the fat meat stands in one row, and the lean meat stands in another row. When the hot pot is steaming, pour a little oil, and my mother shovels it with a shovel a few times. , the oil evenly covered the bottom of the pot. As soon as the fat meat was put into the pot, it was so hot that the oil came out. When the lean meat brother laughed at the fat meat, it was also poured into the pot with a "plop". The meat and lean meat were tumbling up and down on the spatula, and Comrade Ginger was also thrown into the pot, and then the rice wine joined in the fun, and everyone joined in to get rid of the fishy smell of the fat and lean meat. The huhu lid rushed towards them, and everyone started cooking in the pot. After a while, mother opened the lid and poured in dark soy sauce and sugar. The meat was dyed red and "gurgling" in the pot. There was bubbles inside.
After cooking for a while, when the soup was almost absorbed by the meat, my mother sprinkled some salt and stir-fried the meat. The red sauce coated the meat until it was sticky. The braised pork was finally done. La! When the aroma filled the entire kitchen, the braised pork had been put on the plate. I, the greedy little cat, had already picked up a piece and chewed it in my mouth. With a slight bite, the oil from the braised pork sizzled out. It came out and almost burned my mouth! 4. Use onomatopoeia to write an essay about cooking
Is pancake OK?
Kitchen Music
On Saturday morning, my mother and I couldn't think of what to eat, and my mother suddenly made a suggestion - pancakes.
Mom walked into the kitchen and got busy, and sweet "music" came from the kitchen. Mom first dug out two cups of flour, poured a little water, and then stirred it "whirring" as fast as flying clouds. The batter was ready quickly. My mother cut the green onion with a "click", and then cut a little ham and put it in the batter, stirred it, and the preparations were done. Start making pancakes.
My mother asked me to pour some batter into the electric baking pan. As soon as I poured the batter in, the oil in the pan splashed on the table, and I hurriedly hid behind it. , fortunately the oil splash did not splash on my body. Just like that, one cake after another was ready, and I was very excited. Although I was very tired, I was still very happy helping my mother cook.
Dad came back from get off work, closed the door with a bang, and smelled the aroma of pancakes. So, he smelled the aroma and came to the kitchen. When he saw the pancakes we had baked, he quickly picked them up with chopsticks. One piece and I started eating it "click, click". I feel so happy to see my dad eating so deliciously!
Author: Ling Li Abbreviation 5. I want a 450-word assignment about cooking.
Early this morning, the soft sunlight filtered through the window, and I opened my sleepy eyes. I saw the clock on the table showed 6:30. I thought my parents were still asleep. At this time, I wanted to give them a surprise - to be the "chief helmsman" for a day.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help my excitement and excitement. I immediately got up and washed, carefully dressed, walked gently to the hall, and saved money from my "Little Pig" "Can" took out the pocket money I usually saved and walked to the vegetable market. Wow! The vegetable market is so lively! Although the vegetable market is not very big, it sells so many things! The so-called sparrow is small - it has all five internal organs.
After I walked around, I bought some tomatoes and eggs... When I got home, I put the rice in a basin and washed it, then put the clean rice into the rice cooker and closed the lid. , then press the power button to start cooking. Then take out the tomatoes and eggs, wash them and cut them for later use, then light the fire, pour a spoonful of oil into the pot, and then add ginger, garlic, etc. Then add the beaten eggs and tomatoes, stir fry back and forth, and finally add salt, MSG and other seasonings. Soon after, a simple scrambled egg with tomatoes was ready.
Breakfast is finally done. But I was so tired that I was sweating profusely. I just look forward to my parents getting up to taste it. Suddenly I heard a sound coming from my parents' room, which clearly told my parents to get up. As soon as they left the room, they saw the food I cooked, and they were very excited. It seemed that they couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. I tasted it immediately and praised me as a capable and good son, and the food I cooked was delicious.
Through this time of being the head of the family, I feel that cooking is not that easy. I deeply understand that: my parents work so hard every day, and when they come home, they have to cook, wash clothes, correct my homework, and procrastinate. Floor...sometimes we have to face sarcastic remarks about how we think the food they cook is not to our liking. It’s not easy to be the “chief helmsman”! Thinking of this, I feel deeply ashamed... I think we should do what we can to help our parents during the holidays, so as to reduce the burden on our parents.
6. Excerpt a 600-word essay about cooking
I saw my mother making mixed cucumbers, so I made them accordingly. I cut the cucumber into long sections, but the cucumber always rolled around without listening to me. I cut it many times but couldn't cut it. My mother said that you have to catch it and cut it according to the pattern. I think mom is still a professional. I cut it as my mother taught me, and soon I had a plate. The next step was to mix the sauce. I took a bowl, first poured some soy sauce, then some vinegar, then a spoonful of sesame juice, and finally poured some sesame oil on it, mixed it thoroughly, and the condiment was finally made. My mother brought the food to the table and said to my father, "Try the food cooked by my daughter." My father picked up the cucumber, dipped it in some sauce and cooked it as he was told. I tried to cook it the way my mother used to cook it. , I rinsed the cabbage first, peeled a few potatoes, then opened the electric frying pan and poured some oil into it. After a while, the oil started to smoke. At this time, I quickly poured the soy sauce and then poured the vegetables. Add to the pot and stir-fry. After frying for a while, I added some salt and water, and then covered the pot. The dish was ready in about five or six minutes. At this time, my father and mother also came back. They were very happy to see me cooking. I quickly let them try the food I cooked. After tasting it, my father and mother said it was delicious. I took a bite out of curiosity, but found that it was not delicious and the food seemed undercooked. But I still asked my mother to order me the next dish
Stir-fried pig heart.
I controlled my impatience and really wanted to start making it right away. The first step is to Peel the onion. My mother told me to peel the onion layer by layer down to the root. I took the largest one and peeled off the first thin layer of skin. It was easy to peel off, and it came off with just a little rub. After peeling off the first layer, it was a little thicker than the previous layer, and it was a little harder to peel off. The skin of the onion is peeled until the inside is pink. Then, the pig heart is squeezed and kneaded in water, rinsed and cut into small pieces together with the onion. The smell of the onion is very strong, which makes my eyes red and tears. ; But the pig heart is very fishy, ??and it sways around when cutting, making it difficult to cut.
Finally, I put the shredded ginger in the oil I just poured in. In the pot on fire. After the oil was hot, I scraped the pig heart into the pot with a spatula and stir-fried it back and forth. I was too anxious and accidentally splashed the oil on my hands. I was afraid that the contents in the pot would burn, so I couldn't care about it. I quickly wiped it off and continued working. I saw that the water in the pot was almost gone, so my mother asked me to pour half a bowl of tap water into the pot. It took about two or three times to pour the water, and I poured the same amount every time. Later, under the guidance and supervision of my mother, I poured some cooking wine and soy sauce to remove the fishy smell. When the color of the pig heart became lighter, I stretched out my hand and poured in the onions and peppers. , and then stir-fry with a spatula to let the soy sauce soak into the side dishes. There are a lot more things in the pot, and it becomes a lot harder to turn. I hold the spatula in my right hand, hold the handle of the pot with my left hand, and scrape the vegetables into the middle. Then, use a shovel to poke into the middle, and stir-fry. Finally, I cover the pot, simmer the vegetables for a while, and sprinkle the salt and chicken essence evenly on the vegetables.
Finally, I cover the pot. When I opened the lid of the pot, a smell came out. The brightly colored stir-fried pig heart with delicious sauce was on the table. I picked up a piece. It was fragrant, tender and delicious. 7. Write a composition about stir-fried vegetables. , using at least 5 onomatopoeias
The first time cooking
The first time cooking
Ding, a sixth grader at Denglin Primary School, Shijing Township, Huaining County Jingjing
Today is Sunday, and my mother has gone out to do farm work. It’s almost noon, and my stomach has already complained to me, but my mother hasn’t come back yet. What should I do? By the way, teacher a few days ago? We are taught to share more housework with our parents. Why don't I take this opportunity to help my mother cook a meal?
I just did it. I found some potatoes, peeled them and washed them with great difficulty.
When I cut the potatoes, I picked up the kitchen knife like my mother did, but the kitchen knife didn't obey my control. I looked at the potatoes and it turned to the west. It seemed to follow me on purpose. I tried to resist and rolled around on the cutting board. I calmed down, held down the potato, and cut it carefully.
At this time, they seemed to be a little more obedient. I cut them piece by piece, feeling happy in my heart.
Everything is ready, it’s time to fry the potatoes. I lit the fire first, then sat on the pot and poured some oil into the pot. When the oil was hot, I quickly pushed the potatoes into the pot. Suddenly, a puff of oil smoke came to my face, choking me to tears. While wiping away my tears, I said "back off": Well, if I had known this, why bother in the first place. But then I remembered what the teacher said a few days ago, and gave up the idea. "Hey, where did the burnt smell come from? No, the potatoes are burnt." *** He picked up the shovel and shoveled it up randomly, and saw the potatoes dancing "disco" in the pot, up and down, left and right. , and several pieces jumped out of the pot. Although I was sweating profusely, the potato paste pot was getting worse and worse, so I had to add a small ladle of water to the pot, cover it, and simmer it. After about five or six minutes, I opened the lid and took a look. Fortunately, it was not too burnt. I was secretly glad.
Next, I made a few more dishes, including an egg soup! I hummed a little tune while putting the dishes on the table, waiting for my mother to come back.
My mother finally came back. I eagerly welcomed her to the table and pulled her to eat the food I cooked. After my mother praised me, she picked up the chopsticks and "tasted" it. I looked at my mother with pleasure. Suddenly my mother frowned, and I was startled and asked quickly, "What's wrong?" My mother then smiled and said, "It's delicious, it's delicious!" I stretched out my chopsticks to try, "Ah! The potatoes are burnt and bland." He stuck out his tongue in disappointment and looked at his mother embarrassedly. Seeing this, my mother comforted me and said, "It's not easy to be able to burn like this for the first time. Don't be sad." After listening to my mother's words, I felt that I usually lack exercise and I need to work harder and share more housework with my parents. 8. 1. Composition text, write a diary article "Cooking"
Today, when I was washing vegetables in the kitchen, my mother suddenly asked me if I wanted to cook too? I immediately agreed.
The first dish is to make egg fried rice. Mom first pours the oil and then the rice. When it was my turn, I first broke the rice into pieces with a shovel, and then kept turning it over. The naughty millet grains jumped up as soon as they touched the oil. So, my mother poured the eggs in again and asked me to keep turning them to try to make the eggs as even as possible, but the eggs quickly stuck to the bottom of the pot. However, the golden egg fried rice was ready quickly.
The second dish is fried vegetables. Pour in the oil first, and then my mother pours in the chopped vegetables. I keep frying and frying. Stir-frying vegetables is very simple. You only need to stir-fry and stir. That's it, my mouth is watering just looking at the delicious dishes.
Put two dishes on the table and pair them with a delicious steak. The taste is simply amazing! I will learn to cook more dishes next time. 9. Write a composition about the cooking process
I have some experience when it comes to cooking. Since I was 10 years old, I have had the idea to learn cooking from my parents, hoping that I can be as good at cooking as them in the future.
In the past, every time I ate, because I couldn’t cook, I could only sit at the dinner table, wait for my parents to prepare the food, and then help bring the dishes to the table and enjoy the meal. Ever since I came up with the idea of ??learning to cook, I would stand by and watch every time my parents cooked, learning the steps and methods of cooking different dishes. However, after studying for half a year, I still haven’t learned anything, and I can’t do anything. However, I did not lose heart and kept on studying. Sure enough, "hard work pays off". On National Day last year, I finally learned a dish and successfully cooked it.
On the night of National Day, I said to my parents: "Today I will make a dish - 'fried eggs with chives'. Please taste it and see if I do it well." So, I said Just do it, I started to do it immediately. To make this dish, you need the following ingredients: chives, eggs, salt, chicken essence, etc. First of all, proper preparation is required. First chop the chives and mince the eggs. Then, put the chopped green onions into the eggs, mix evenly, and add salt, chicken essence and other ingredients. In the third step, add oil to the pot, heat it to 70~80°C, and pour the green onion and egg paste into the pot. , stir-fry over high heat for 3-5 minutes, then it’s done. Finally, put the scrambled eggs into a bowl, and a delicious scrambled egg with chives is ready.
While I was cooking, I looked at the time, for fear of keeping them waiting. I worked for about a quarter of an hour and finally finished it, thinking: Haha! I finally made a delicious dish. When my parents eat it, they will definitely praise me for my job well done.
After clearing the stove, I brought the dishes to the table. My parents smelled the charming aroma and couldn’t wait to take a bite. After tasting it carefully, they praised me repeatedly, saying that I had grown up and learned to cook. The dish is ready. I felt very happy after hearing this.
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"Learn to Cook"
This morning, I came to the kitchen and watched my mother cooking. At that time, my mother told me that when she was my age, she had already cooked for my grandpa, grandma, and uncles. And look at me, I still can’t cook a kind of dish. I’m really ashamed, but at the same time I admire my mother very much. So, I decided to learn how to cook from my mother today.
First, my mother took the bamboo shoots, peeled off the shells, washed them with water, cut them into slices, then washed the bones, and put them into a pot with water to stew them together with the bamboo shoots. I asked Mom: "How long does it take to stew?" Mom told me: "It takes about half an hour!"
While the bones and bamboo shoots were stewing, my mother began to prepare other dishes. I saw my mother rinse the green vegetables, then cut off the roots of each handful, then cut them out and put them aside. Crack the eggs again, stir evenly, chop the green onions, and set them aside as well.
It was time to fry the eggs. My mother put down the oil first and waited until the pan was hot. Then she put the eggs in, frying and frying. After a while, my mother put down the salt again and continued to stir fry until it was almost done. When it was ready to be taken out of the pot, my mother finally added green onions. After about half a minute, the eggs were taken out of the pot. Looking at the fragrant eggs, I couldn't help but want to taste them. Wow, it smells so good. Finally, place the eggs on the other side.
Next, we started frying the vegetables. Just like the eggs, we also put in the oil first, and then put the vegetables in when the pan is hot. But like the eggs, the most troublesome thing is that the oil always splashes up, and there are also Well, I hid quickly and avoided it. I added salt, stir-fried, and finally added MSG, and finally it was good again.
During this period, my mother added seasonings to the bones and bamboo shoots.
The last dish was the jellyfish dipped last night. Soon, a table of sumptuous dishes appeared.