Writing idea: Write out the first cooking experience, and pay attention to the development order when writing.

I have experienced many firsts. As time goes by, they are already blurred in my mind, just like a grain of sand in the sea, and never come back. Only that first time, I still remember it vividly.

It was Women's Day on March 8th. The school had a half-day holiday, but neither mom nor dad had a holiday. I went home after dinner and finished my homework at 2: 31. So I began to plan what gifts to give my mother on March 8 this year. I used to make a small greeting card with a blessing on it and say "Happy Holidays" again, alas! That's tacky. "

Why don't you cook a meal for mom this year? I think she will be happy. I still have two hours and thirty minutes, because this is a surprise, so I have to hurry. I am a rookie, so I choose two simple dishes. "ha! My menu is out tonight, fried potatoes with shredded carrots and delicious white rice! " "I know it's monotonous, but I'm a rookie! I can't cook other dishes. In fact, what matters is not the food, but my filial piety.

As long as a daughter has a mother in her heart, even if she only says: Happy holidays, her mother will be happy to bloom. Don't you think? Steamed rice is the easiest. Wash the rice clean, but don't wash it too many times, the vitamin A on the surface will be lost. Put the rice into the pot and add water a little higher than the meter, and it will be fine. Next is cooking, which requires a little technical content.

I cut the onion, ginger and garlic, and it made my nose and tears. I peeled potatoes and carrots, shredded them and soaked them in water. Potatoes are obedient, carrots are different, so hard that I cut them for a long time. I'm so tired that my back hurts. When I cut carrots, I thought, "My mother cooks for me so hard, but I am reluctant to be picky about food." I must get rid of this bad habit.

just as I was thinking about it, footsteps suddenly came from downstairs. oh, my god! Is mom back? No way! Then all my plans will be ruined. I heard her shout, "pengpeng, mom is home!" " My name is not pengpeng. Oh, I live downstairs! I have to hurry. Put oil, add onion, ginger, garlic, potatoes, a spoonful of salt, half a spoonful of monosodium glutamate, add water and stuffy for a while, then take out the pot.

fried carrots are also the same seasoning. When cooking, as long as there is a bang in the pot, I quickly escape to the outside of the kitchen. Why? Oil spots are not long eyes. Food is a small matter, disfigurement is a big thing!

mom and dad are back. They looked at the steaming food and at me sweating. I understood at once. We had a happy dinner that night.