1. Composition, the content is about seeing a kind of food and thinking of a person, 500 words. The taste of my mother is like a cup of coffee, which brings me a sweet and bitter aftertaste.
But she also has a bitter side.
There are hundreds of kinds of mom's taste, bitter, sweet, etc., I have tried them all myself.
Every day, my mother comes home late from get off work and is exhausted.
In the morning, my mother always gets up very early to prepare breakfast for our family; in the evening, after working all day, she has to cook dinner for our family non-stop. After cooking dinner, she sweeps and mops the floor for us without rest.
Flooring, washing dishes...My mother works so hard for our family. As long as I see my mother's thin back, there will be a trace of pain flowing in my heart...Everything my mother has done for me will be deeply engraved in my heart.
In my heart!
During the summer vacation, I told my mother that I wanted to go to the supermarket. My mother smiled and said, "Okay! I will take you to play today! But I have to do my homework." I picked up what my mother was going to say!
In the supermarket, my brother and I saw good things somewhere and wanted to buy them. Our mother said, "You can buy it if you want to!" My brother and I smiled, and our mother said, "You can buy it if you want to!"
My brother and I smiled, and my mother smiled too!
Something sweet and warm flowed into the jar of my soul.
Today, my mother cooked our family’s favorite fish for us. After I took a bite of the fish, I took a bite of rice. Do you know why?
Because maybe my mother put too much salt, the fish became very salty, but it was very delicious.
The fish skin is smooth and the fish meat is tender. When you eat it, the fish meat becomes automatic.
Therefore, mother's love is salty.
Mother's love is selfless. Mother's love is everywhere. Mother's love protects my healthy growth.
This is all kinds of care and all kinds of warm love!
2. Composition (when writing what I eat, who comes to mind) Baidu My favorite food When talking about food, I think of my favorite spicy and sour potato shreds, my favorite mutton skewers, and my favorite ice cream.
, but what I prefer to eat is delicious tofu.
Whenever I see tofu, I will be salivating. Whenever I eat tofu, there will be an indescribable deliciousness.
The delicious and tender taste is unforgettable.
At home, when my mother was making braised tofu, I wanted to eat it so much and wanted to see how she cooked it, so I ran to the kitchen to see how her mother cooked it: boil the oil first, and divide the tofu into three parts with a knife.
Four portions, wait until the oil boils, then put the tofu in and fry repeatedly, then add the meat slices and green onions.
After putting the garlic in for fifteen minutes, add the salt.
Chicken essence and a plate of fragrant tofu came out. Before the meal started, I took a bowl and a pair of chopsticks and secretly ate them.
When my mother saw it, she laughed and said to me: "You greedy pig, you started eating again, there is really nothing I can do about you!" Seeing that my mother had discovered it, I could only laugh embarrassedly.
During the meal, my mother told me the legend about tofu: Once upon a time, there was a man who was very filial to his parents. His parents loved to eat beans, or food made from beans.
So I went to become a disciple of a man who specialized in making food from beans.
He was very hard-working and quickly learned many food recipes.
One time when he was making soy milk, he suddenly found that the salt was gone and there was only the remaining salt brine, so he poured the salt brine in. After a while, he picked up the lid of the pot and found that there was not soy milk in the pot, but pieces of it.
Something, so he took a bite and found that it tasted very fresh, so he invited the master.
The master didn't know what it was, but he took a bite and found it delicious, so he named it tofu.