Grandma, a busy person in my family, is busy as a bee in the kitchen. Look! She is holding the pot cover in her left hand and the spoon in her right hand. From time to time, she takes a sip and tastes it. "Zizi" is delicious! I am very envious, and I am busy pestering my grandmother: "Grandma, please teach me how to make fried potato shreds!" " "Ok, ok, I'll teach you now!"
Grandma, who is a chef, commanded that the skin of potatoes should be peeled off first, and then soaked in water, otherwise it will change color! At this time, cut the chives into knots, then take the potatoes out of the water and prepare them for shredding. According to grandma's demonstration: first slice the potatoes, then fold the slices and shred them. I saw grandma's hands start to cut, and the potato shreds obediently follow the sound. When I cut them, I didn't listen to them. The potatoes were "slippery" in the east and "slippery" in the west, and it took me a lot of effort to get rid of them. Compared with grandma's potato shreds, mine is obviously a "stick"! Chef's teaching: Washing and cutting peppers is learned. Maybe it's like being hit by a tear gas bomb. You have to grab the top of the pepper with your right hand, push it hard and then pull it out, throw the pulled seeds into the trash can, and wash and flatten the rest and cut it into shreds.
"Everything is ready, except the east wind!" The "Talent Cooking Show" started.
I poured the oil into a hot pot, and the oil quickly became hot. After the oil bubbles disappeared, I gently poured the shredded potatoes into the pot, only to hear a "wow", which scared me to step back.
"Don't be afraid, stir-fry shredded potatoes with a spatula, or it will stick to the pot." Grandma patted me on the shoulder and said.
I picked up the spatula and didn't skillfully stir it back and forth. I saw the shredded potato greedily sucking the oil, and it turned golden after two or three turns in the pot. When the shredded potato was seven ripe, I put in the shredded green pepper, which was green and yellow, and the color was pleasant. At this time, under the command of my grandmother, I put in salt and monosodium glutamate, and quickly stir it with the spatula. The smell came from my nose and made my mouth water a little.
Grandma tasted the food cooked by my "little cook" and was so happy that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. I'm happy to see her happy! Thought: "I want to learn to do more housework, so that grandma's smiling face is brighter and more dazzling than the sun."