1. 400 words of reflections on the fifth grade composition about cooking

The fifth grade composition

The first time to cook

Yesterday, our entire fifth grade The senior class went on a picnic and we were all very happy.

On Friday morning, each of us had in our schoolbags not heavy books, but some things for cooking: pots, bowls, some vegetables, meat, etc. The classroom is full of joyful atmosphere. After a while, we set off.

After an hour of trekking, we finally reached our destination. Although we were all sweating profusely and panting, after choosing a place, we started to prepare for cooking.

Hu Xian’s father first set up the stove for us, and then we started to cross the sea - each showing his magical powers.

After a while, it was finally my turn to cook. After seeing the classmates in front of me just now, I, a newbie in cooking, felt a little more confident. First, heat the pot, then add oil. Suddenly, a "crackling" sound came to my ears. I tore open the bag of celery and slowly poured the celery into the pot. The pot immediately started churning. I was unfamiliar with it. Stir-fry the celery with a spoon. oops! Accidentally, I fried some celery. Hey, it looks like I need to practice more in the future. It's time to add salt. Dad seems to have said to add two small spoons of salt. So, is the salt in two mineral water bottle caps enough? Forget it, just put this much. So, with so much salt in the pot, the small bag of salt I brought was less than half.

A few minutes passed. My celery was fried and ready to eat. I picked up a piece of celery and put it in my mouth. Wow, it was so salty, but the classmates ate it with gusto.

Next, we tasted a lot of delicious food, which left us with endless aftertaste. Every one of our classmates had bulging bellies, like a pregnant person.

We finished our meal, packed away the trash, and went back. This picnic made me understand a truth: only the food you cook is delicious. 2. The 400-word essay about the first time cooking is not required to be copied

I have experienced many firsts, such as: the first time I learned to make a bicycle, the first time I mopped the floor... but they were... Not as fun as my first time cooking.

I often stay at home alone during the summer vacation. I remember one time, my parents didn't come home very late. I was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and there was always the sound of my stomach growling in my ears. "Hey, there's really nothing I can do about it, my poor belly!" I said to myself. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind: My mother comes home from work every day and is exhausted from having to do so much housework. I should help my mother share some housework. Why not take this opportunity to cook a meal and show off my talents? It's a real skill, and it can also give this hungry belly a little "strength". It's really the best of both worlds. Just do it, I came to the kitchen and started to show off my skills. The first dish was tomato and egg soup. I first took out three eggs and two tomatoes from the refrigerator, and then put the tomatoes in the sink to clean them.

I hope you can adopt them! 3. Composition of 400 words on cooking excerpts (including at least 5 senses)

It will be my mother’s birthday in a few days. I plan to cook a dish for my mother on her birthday and let her try it. taste. But, alas! It’s my fault too. I’ve never even stepped into the kitchen before, so I don’t know how to cook! Facing this birthday gift, I was a little at a loss, so I had to first check what my mother was and then copy it.

When I walked into the kitchen, the dish my mother was about to make was scrambled eggs with tomatoes. She first banged the eggs, then picked them with her hands, and there was a "click" sound and the egg cracked. , the egg white was anxious, and the egg yolk fell into the bowl with a "bang" sound. Mom took a chopstick and started to stir the eggs, making a "ding-dong-dang-dang" sound. After a while, but after stirring, mom opened the refrigerator and selected I bought a bright red tomato. My mother always said that for scrambled eggs, you must choose red tomatoes. They are not red and have less juice, but red ones have more juice and are sour and sweet. They are very delicious.

At this time, my mother poured the food into the pot, and the flames happily licked the bottom of the pot, making a "zizi" sound. ah! Stir-fried vegetables are like a beautiful musical symphony. This is, but it has been fried. Mom poured the onions, ginger and tomatoes into the pot again, and the "crackling" sound sounded again. After a while, the tomatoes were also fried. Pour the fried eggs in and stir a few times. A bowl of fragrant tomatoes and scrambled eggs is ready. Mom put this dish into the plate with a spatula and made another "clang" sound. Try a piece of egg. It tastes sweet and sour like tomatoes. It's delicious.

I thought to myself: "It turns out that cooking is so simple. I will show off my skills tomorrow. Don't drool." 4. Cooking is really fun. 400-word essay

When I was a child, I often watched my mother cook.

Since my mother is very experienced in cooking and her movements are so skillful, I thought cooking would be easy after watching it, so I was not in a hurry to learn how to cook. Now that I'm so old, I can't even make soup, let alone stir-fry.

It wasn’t until recently that I decided to learn how to cook. I tried it several times without success. It was always medium-rare, either too salty or too bland, and a few times the dish was completely burnt.

I was fed up and thought: When I grow up and start a family, it will not be too late to continue learning. Just then, I smelled a scent.

It turns out that my mother is cooking. I walked into the kitchen and saw that my mother had just cooked a pot of lean meat and stir-fried wild rice, and was about to stir-fry green vegetables.

When my mother saw me coming in, she pulled me over and asked me to take a good look. She first poured some oil into the pot, and when the oil was hot, she poured in the vegetables and stir-fried them with a spatula.

Fry for a while, then add appropriate salt and other seasonings. She also said that adding too little salt can make up for it, but adding too much salt can make it inedible.

After the vegetables are put into the pot, stir-fry them repeatedly with a spatula until they are almost cooked. Cooking turns out to be so particular.

After frying for a while, it will not be too late to learn how to cook, so I am not in a hurry to learn to cook. If I put too much, I won’t be able to eat it. Now I'm this old: When I grow up, I thought.

Because my mother is very experienced in cooking. In the future, I will definitely not look down on trivial matters like cooking when I have a family and a career.

When my mother saw me coming in, and she was so skillful in stir-frying with a spatula, I smelled a scent, or it was too light, so I decided to learn how to cook. At this time, when the oil was hot, the vegetables were completely burnt a few times. After seeing this, I thought it was very easy to cook. Even the soup was not cooked. When it was about to be cooked, the heat could be turned down. Even turn it off to avoid burning.

She first poured some oil into the pot. She also said that adding too little salt can be remedied by adding appropriate salt and other seasonings, let alone cooking.

Until recently, stir-frying was done repeatedly with a spatula. It turns out that my mother is cooking.

I'm so fed up. I tried several times without success, so I poured in the green vegetables.

When I walk into the kitchen, it’s always medium rare or too salty. After the vegetables were put in the pot, I saw that my mother had just cooked a pot of lean meat and stir-fried wild rice. She wanted me to take a closer look. She was about to stir-fry vegetables, so she pulled me over. When I was young, I often watched my mother cooking. 5. Cooking is really fun. A 400-word essay

When I was a child, I often watched my mother cooking.

Since my mother is very experienced in cooking and her movements are so skillful, I thought cooking was easy, so I was not in a hurry to learn how to cook. Now that I'm so old, I can't even make soup, let alone stir-fry.

It wasn’t until recently that I decided to learn how to cook. I tried it several times without success. It was always medium-rare, either too salty or too bland, and a few times the dish was completely burnt.

I was fed up and thought: When I grow up and start a family, it will not be too late to continue learning. Just then, I smelled a scent.

It turns out that my mother is cooking. I walked into the kitchen and saw that my mother had just cooked a pot of lean meat and stir-fried wild rice, and was about to stir-fry green vegetables.

When my mother saw me coming in, she pulled me over and asked me to take a good look.

She first poured some oil into the pot, and when the oil was hot, she poured in the vegetables and stir-fried them with a spatula.

Fry for a while, then add appropriate salt and other seasonings. She also said that adding too little salt can make up for it, but adding too much salt can make it inedible.

After the vegetables are put into the pot, stir-fry them repeatedly with a spatula. When they are almost cooked, you can turn down the heat or even turn them off to avoid burning. Cooking turns out to be so particular.

I will definitely not look down upon trivial matters like cooking in the future. 6. Request for a composition of about 400 words: Observe the movements, expressions, and language of parents when cooking

Writing ideas: Observations should have a sense of hierarchy and be carried out in a certain order, from far to near, from far to near, and from far to near. Comprehensive and detailed observation from high to low, top to bottom, point to surface or from inside to outside.

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My mother is recognized as the "chef" in my family. As long as it is a dish made by her, it will be eaten away. It is said that the simpler the dish, the more sophisticated it is. It is most appropriate to use it on my mother. The tomato and egg rice made by my mother is the best I have ever tasted.

My mother was at home on the weekend and asked me with a smile what I wanted to eat. I answered without hesitation: "Tomato and egg rice." After hearing this, my mother said, "Okay, I will give you whatever you like." You do it."

Just do it. Mom took out the tomatoes and eggs she bought, cracked the eggs, peeled them, and the eggs slipped into the bowl obediently, and then she dipped the tomatoes into the mud. in water. Seeing my confused face, my mother hurriedly said: "This is rice washing water. It is cleaner for washing vegetables and pesticides are easy to wash off."

Twenty minutes later, my mother took out the tomatoes, washed them with water and put them in the water. On the side. Mom turned on the gas stove, and the blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the water in the pot dried up quickly. When the flames completely boiled the water in the pot, my mother poured some oil into the pot.

Then, she poured the beaten eggs into the pot, "媫一" A harsh sound came into my ears, green smoke came out of the bottom of the pot, and small bulges appeared on the eggs. The egg white and yolk condensed together, like a small yellow flower leaning on the white railing.

Suddenly, my mother shook the pot in mid-air and turned the eggs over. The eggs had changed. Some places were a little brown, as if they were burnt, but that part was the most delicious. Woolen cloth.

The eggs were done, but the tomatoes hadn’t been cut yet, so my mother picked up a knife and cut them with a few clicks. After putting the tomatoes into the pot, the water droplets jumped. Mom stir-fries the tomatoes a few times, and this dish is freshly baked!

I couldn’t wait to take a bite, it was so delicious! 7. A 350-word essay on helping to cook for the first time (action, language, demeanor, psychological description activities)

In the past, my mother cooked all the meals at home. As long as my father and I sat down at the table, we would cook. Delicious meals will be served. But yesterday was different. Yesterday's lunch was cooked by me, a "little chef" who was cooking for the first time. If you want to cook, of course you have to buy groceries, and you have to complete the work!

At nine o'clock in the morning, my father took me to the main entrance of the vegetable market on his motorcycle, gave me 20 yuan, and asked me to go in and buy vegetables alone. At first, I was very scared and held on to my mother. My mother shook my hand and encouraged me and said, "Lyda, you can definitely do it. Mom supports you." After listening to my mother's words, I let go of her hand, grabbed the money in my hand, and walked into the market. There are so many people in the market! A busy scene. The sound of shouting and bargaining is so noisy that I can hardly stand it anymore. I quickly bought the dishes I had planned to make and walked out of the market as if I was running away.

At eleven o'clock at noon, I started cooking. It’s not easy to cook for the first time! When I washed the rice, my clothes got wet. When I cut the vegetables, I cut them thickly and thinly. Listening to the sound of "chi-chi-chi" chopping vegetables, I really want to throw down the kitchen knife!

Let’s start cooking. The first dish is fried shredded potatoes. I called my mother to stand by as a "consultant." She first taught me how to fire. I followed her instructions by pressing the switch and twisting it to the left.

Before the fire was lit, liquefied vapor was coming out "sizzling", which scared me so much that I didn't know what to do. Mom said: "Hey! Turn it off, turn it off! Press it down hard, right, right..." I pressed it down hard, and then twisted it to the left, pop, pop - "It was on fire. After a while, the pot burned. It was smoking, and the "consultant" told me to pour the oil quickly. I opened the oil pot cover clumsily and started pouring the oil into the pot. My mother kept shouting: "Okay, okay, stop, stop..." ..." But I was still pouring, hey, I poured too much oil again. I looked helplessly at the oil in the pot, sighed and said, "Oh, if I pour too much, just pour too much!" Never mind it! "The oil was sizzling, and I threw the shredded potatoes and chili peppers into the pot. "Pop!" The chili peppers and shredded potatoes had just been washed and stained with water. When I got into the pot, the oil splashed up and fried my face. Go up. I screamed "ouch, ouch" and wanted to put my head into my neck. My mother saw it and said, "Stay away from the pot and don't lower your head too low." "I did what my mother said, and it turned out much better. After frying for a few times, I added a little more salt and MSG, no matter whether it was more or less, and put the vegetables on the plate.

That's it. , I fried three dishes at a time. Among the three dishes, one was a bit salty and the other two were a bit bland, but my parents said they were delicious. I thought: They are encouraging me. This is the first time after all!