In study, work and even life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so you are familiar with it. Writing is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that you can understand to an external language form that has a standardized grammatical structure and can be understood by others. Then do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my composition (14 in total) about how I learned to cook. Welcome to share. I learned the composition of cooking 1

One day, my parents were not at home, and I couldn't cook, so I had to be hungry for a whole day. This experience gave me the idea of learning to cook.

that night, I told my mother the idea. Cooking is not just cooking, it also includes cooking. Because my family uses a rice cooker to cook, it is not difficult to operate. Just decide the amount of rice according to the number of people, then wash the rice well, add the right amount of water, dry or thin, cover the lid and set it, and it will be finished when the time comes to load the rice. So, I learned it quickly. Next, learn to cook; We should start with something simple, such as scrambled eggs. At first, it seemed very simple to me, but after I began to practice, I realized that it was not like this. Scrambling eggs is not simple, and it is only when we feel relaxed when watching others fry that we have this illusion. When I scrambled eggs for the first time, I had no experience. I put in the same amount of oil as usual cooking, then started a big fire, and then poured the eggs into the pot. Then I naively thought that I should not turn over. When the side of the eggs attached to the pot is cooked, the heat will naturally transfer to the side that is not attached to the pot through it, and then I can go out of the pot when both sides are cooked. This is just my naive idea, but in fact, the side that sticks to the pot is burnt, and the side that doesn't stick to the pot is still raw. The first egg I scrambled failed.

After studying that night, although I didn't learn a lot, I summed up my experience afterwards and found that scrambled eggs should pay special attention to several places:

1. Put more oil in moderation.

2, the fire should not be too big.

3, control the heat, and turn the side of the pot in time when it is ripe. Later, after careful practice, I learned to scramble eggs, and then I learned a series of dishes containing scrambled eggs, such as scrambled eggs with tomatoes and leeks. After a period of time, I learned some dishes such as fried loofah, fried melon and braised pork ribs. And I gradually understand that cooking is a survival skill!

I think I won't go hungry because my parents are not at home anymore, because I can cook. I learned the composition of cooking 2

Now, I have learned many skills, but there is one thing-I can't cook. My mother said to me all day, "You are so old that you can't cook. What will you do in the future?" I always say impatiently, "Tomorrow, tomorrow I will learn!" " In this way, day after day, I never knew how to cook, until one day … I was alone at home, and no one came back at noon. By the way, didn't my mother always say that I couldn't cook? Well, I'll let my mother see if I can do it. I can't help but think of that time at my aunt's house, which I didn't do well, and finally my aunt was busy. < P > I couldn't help but get scared when I thought of this, but in order to prove that I have grown up, I summoned up my courage and went to the kitchen.

what should I do? I stared at the kitchen. After I called my father for advice, I quickly wrote down the steps on paper. Looking at this long list of things, my heart trembled. Fortunately, I had a little experience last time. Facing the note, I first put the pot on the gas stove, fired, and when there was no water in the pot, I carefully poured the oil into the pot. Oh, no, what are you cooking? In a hurry, I forgot the key thing. By the way, didn't mom say to eat zucchini? I found the zucchini, cut it, and prepared to put it into the pot, but I made a mistake: I used to watch my mother cook, and as long as my mother put the dishes into the pot, I would block my ears, which was a bit loud! While I was hesitating, my father came back. I thought I had found a savior. But instead of helping, my father even said I was timid.

in order to prove my ability, I "throw caution to the wind" this time. I held a kitchen knife in my right hand, and my left hand helped my right hand push the food onto the knife. I walked a few tens of centimeters away from the pot, leaned forward and quickly put the food into the pot. At the same time, the pot made a scratching sound. I quickly took back my arm for fear that oil might spill on my hand, but my hand didn't, and my beloved clothes became a scapegoat. At this moment, I also forgot my clothes, picked up a shovel, stir-fried the zucchini back and forth, put a little soy sauce and salt before cooking, and put it on the plate. Although the taste is not so good this time, I did it myself, and my parents praised me, which is more than anything! I learned the composition of cooking 3

At noon, my stomach sang "Empty City Plan", so I said to my mother, "Mom, I'm hungry. Go and cook." My mother was stunned first, and then said to me, "When you grow up, you have to learn to cook."

I said, "Do you still need to learn to cook? Mom, just do it."

Mom said, "What if I'm not at home?"

"then I'll find you."

"What if you can't find me?"

"Then I'll take the money and eat out."

"You can eat out once or twice, but you can't eat out all the time, can you?"

"So you mean to really let me learn to cook by myself?"

"exactly!" Mother answered affirmatively.

"Well," I have to do what my mother wants and think about what to cook today. I thought, "Rice is easier to cook, so let's learn from it first."

I washed two small cups of rice and put them into the rice cooker. Then I poured some water, followed my mother's example, plugged in the rice cooker and started steaming rice. After a while, the smell of rice came to my nose. However, smelling the smell of rice, I became worried again: "What food should I eat when I have the rice?" It seems that I have to make simple Mapo tofu.

I first take out a piece of tofu from the refrigerator and the seasoning for making Mapo tofu. Then, I wash the tofu and cut it into rubber-sized cubes. Cut the onion and ginger into filaments, and all the materials needed to make Mapo tofu are ready.

With a feeling of anxiety, I carefully opened the fire valve and watched the bundles of blue flames licking the bottom of the pot. The water in the pot made a "zi zi" sound, and then disappeared like a "like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade". I began to pour oil into the pot, because I didn't know anything about it, and I didn't know how much oil to use, so I poured it off and on, bit by bit. Finally, I thought it was almost enough and stopped this difficult "work". The oil began to smoke, and my heart was so scared that I was afraid that the oil would spill when I put shredded ginger and shredded onion in the pot. With the feeling that I dared not do it again, I only heard a "beep" sound, and shredded ginger and shredded onion slipped into the pot steaming with oil smoke, and I quickly poured Mapo bean curd into it. Soon, the spicy taste came out, and the greedy pot made a "beep, beep". I quickly put the tofu blocks prepared in advance, and the white and tender tofu was dyed bright red at once ... < P > Finally, Mapo tofu was ready and tasted the "delicious" made by myself, which made me both happy and uneasy. I'm glad that I finally learned to cook, but I'm uneasy that a seemingly simple meal also needs so many processes, and it's hard to come by. I am ashamed of my usual practice of eating with my mouth open and clothes reaching out.

mom, one day, I will leave you and face life alone. What you can help me in advance is to dictate a "road map" to me. It may not be so accurate, but talk is better than nothing. I learned the composition of cooking. 4

I have learned many things before, just like the stars in the sky. For example, I learned how to use the computer, how to help my mother wash rice, how to swim, etc. In learning these skills, I have tried sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. But what impressed me most was learning to cook for the first time.

It was a sunny weekend. I finished my homework early, and it was noon time again. There was only my grandmother who was a "superb cook" at home. I asked my grandma to teach me how to cook, but I thought grandma wouldn't agree. Who knows, grandma agreed happily.

I started the "big action" of cooking. First of all, I prepared the materials according to my grandmother's instructions, and then I started to fry. I poured golden peanut oil into the pot, and only heard a creaking sound, which was very harsh. After a while, the peanut oil became hot, and the fragrance began to give off slowly. I hurriedly put the chopped red tomatoes into the pot and fried them left and right, which was interesting. When the tomatoes were cooked, I immediately put the prepared light yellow eggs into the pot. Of course, the most important thing was that I didn't forget to put the salt, but when I put the salt, a hot oil bounced into my hand, and I cried out in pain. Grandma immediately asked me to wash my hands, and it didn't hurt so much at this moment.

However, I still didn't give up, and continued to finish my "masterpiece", making the tomatoes and eggs in the pot "turn over before holding them". After a few minutes, the tomatoes and eggs in the pot finally cooked. I quickly picked up the dish and put my "work" in front of my grandmother. The smell of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was so attractive that even I couldn't help drooling. When grandma finished eating, I quickly asked her what she thought. At this time, grandma smiled and gave me a thumbs-up sign. I was very happy after reading it, and my heart was full of sweetness, as if I had eaten honey.

Although this dish is not a delicacy, it's still my effort!

as expected, "everything comes to him who waits". As long as we study everything seriously, it must be successful. I learned the composition of cooking 5

As I grew older, I learned many skills, such as riding a bike and skating ... but what impressed me the most was that time I learned to cook.

On the weekend, it was sunny and sunny, and only my father and I were at home. Dad said, "Let me teach you how to cook today!" " I hesitated, and finally agreed.

It's time to cook. Dad cleaned the rice cooker first, then scooped up two bowls of rice and put them into the basin in the rice cooker. He scoured the rice again and again, and the rice was finally clean. So, dad put the basin in the rice cooker, covered the lid and turned on the power. My father and I waited patiently by. After a while, the rice was cooked and the smell came to the nose. I couldn't help it. I took a bite of rice with chopsticks and tasted it in my mouth. "Wow" smells good!

unexpectedly, rice is so easy to cook.

I said to my father. "Let me try it!" Dad nodded his head.

I learned from my father's appearance. I cleaned the pot first, and then cleaned the rice. "Ouch!" I didn't hold the pot properly and spilled all the rice, so I had to clean it again. This time I succeeded. I put the rice in the rice cooker and turned on the power. After waiting for a while, I opened the pot and looked, "My mother, how did dry rice become porridge?" When my father heard this, he ran to me and said, "Hehe, you put too much water." After that, I practiced several times and finally learned to cook.

after learning to cook this time, I understand: everything should be done seriously and carefully, and only in this way can it be done well. I learned the composition of cooking. 6

In my memory, there have been many "firsts", and each first time is like a step-by-step footprint, which is printed on the road of my growth. However, the most unforgettable thing for me is cooking for the first time.

In the summer vacation when I was 8 years old, my parents went to work and didn't come back until the sun went down. My stomach is growling with hunger. I rummaged through the kitchen at home and found nothing. I was so hungry that I decided to cook by myself, thinking that I could take this opportunity to show myself in front of my parents. Just do it, I learned from my mother's usual cooking appearance, first added a few spoonfuls of water to the pot, and then went to light the fire. But the fire is not so easy to burn, it seems to be against me, but it won't catch. Finally, it's on fire

But the smoke of the fire has made me cry. After a while, the water boiled. I put the washed rice into the pot, but I didn't expect the water in the pot to be full, and it flowed out and drowned the fire. I scooped out the water in the pot and started the fire again. I finally caught fire with all my efforts, and I took a long breath. After a while, I felt that the rice was almost cooked, so I picked up the spoon and filled it. I accidentally touched the edge of the pot, so I quickly let go, and the rice spilled all over the floor. I scooped it again. I cooked the rice for more than half an hour and it was all steamed. I sat on the ground sighing and waiting to be criticized by my parents.

Mom and Dad laughed when they came back from work and saw me like a black-faced Guan Gong. I tried my best to hold back the tears of injustice, but it still flowed down unwillingly. When they learned what had happened, my father dried my tears. Kindly stroked my head and said, "son, what matters for the first time is the experience, not the result." If you do, it means that you dare to try, and today's failure may become tomorrow's success. It doesn't matter, we will do it again together. " Dad's encouragement made me full of confidence again. Under the guidance of my parents, we finally made a delicious meal. Eating sweet and delicious food, I feel that I am enjoying the fruits of my own labor, and I have a strange feeling in my heart.

Now, I have learned not only to cook, but also to cook dishes with good color, fragrance and taste. Braised bream is my unique skill. However, I will always think of my first cooking experience and what my father said to me, which inspired me to succeed. I learned how to cook. 7

I have asked my mother to let me learn how to cook many times, but my mother never let me learn how to cook for fear that I might get burned accidentally.

once, my mother went to my grandmother's house, and only my father and I were at home. Dad was cooking for him. Suddenly, he heard the phone ring. After the phone call, he got dressed and said, "The company has something to do. I'll go to the office." I am doing my homework while waiting for my father to come back. Five minutes passed, and ten minutes passed. Dad never came back, and before I knew it, my stomach began to sing an empty plan. So I thought to myself, why not give it a try? The opportunity has finally come. So I went into the kitchen, added some water to the rice cooker and plugged it in. When the water burst, I put some rice in it. Then I sat on a cabbage and accidentally fried it black. I think, it doesn't matter, everything is difficult at the beginning, just do it a few times. I am proficient in the next dish-scrambled eggs with persimmons. I don't know when my father was standing behind me. I quickly pushed my father out and brought the food up. My father saw the first dish and deliberately said, "This is a fried dish!" " I said, "There's a second course! So dad went on to taste the persimmon scrambled eggs. "Well, this dish is still fried well. In this way, when adults are away, you won't have to go hungry. " I gave a chuckle.

in this experience, I feel I have grown up. In the future, I will learn to do more housework and help my mother reduce the burden. I learned the composition of cooking 8

I learned a lot, such as washing dishes and doing housework.