First time cooking composition 1
After making all preparations, I turned on the flame, and the flame greedily licked the dark bottom of the pot. The golden "Miss Youhua" came to the stage along the slide and danced a passionate jive dance.
The dance party gradually reached its climax. The "Egg Lady" on the side could no longer hold back any longer and plunged into the oil pot. A burst of "cracking" music sounded, as if the friends in the pot were clapping and applauding. , warmly welcome the arrival of "Miss Egg". The most enthusiastic one was Miss Oil Blossom, who added a layer of white lace skirt to the edge of Miss Egg's skirt. "Miss Egg" danced like a beautiful butterfly, danced like a graceful wicker, and circled like a happy swallow. I was stunned by the wonderful performance in front of me! Seeing that "Egg Lady"'s skirt is about to be burnt! I quickly asked the "spatula boy" to help me and turned over gently, ha! Free! Hearing this beautiful melody, "Brother Tomato" outside the pot, "body in the bowl, heart in the pot", wearing a pink suit, straightening his waist, made a grand appearance. "Miss Egg" enthusiastically embraced "Brother Tomato" and danced a gentle modern dance to the sound of "Zizzi" music and the "Ping Ping Pong Pong" beat of the spatula. At this time, "Brother Salt" couldn't wait to join in the fun, dancing with the ups and downs of the music...
The music stopped and the dance came to an abrupt end. A fragrant plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is "out of the oven". I picked up a piece of egg and stuffed it into my mouth. It was tender, smooth, and delicious! It's as if I am the "Egg Lady" myself. First time cooking composition 2
It feels great to cook for the first time. This time I cooked sesame oil kidneys. "Sesame oil kidneys" is the first dish I cooked. It is very good for the body. It’s good, and it’s very tonic. However, if you don’t eat it often, it will become very tonic. Taking too much of it can easily cause counter-effects!
This cooking activity is for the holiday of "Mother's Day". What I cooked this time was "sesame oil kidneys". You will definitely ask me: "Why cook sesame oil kidneys?" That's because my mother has been too weak recently and needs some more nourishing food, so I cook kidneys with sesame oil.
When the teacher told us that we were going to cook for my mother, I couldn’t help but get a big jump. Then I thought about what to cook, and then I thought of sesame oil kidneys. I also really like the dish of sesame oil kidneys, so I cooked it. However, kidneys are really expensive. I was very nervous when I first started cooking them, and I was afraid that something would go wrong. However, when I finished cooking them, I suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment. ! However, the soup tasted a bit bitter, maybe because I accidentally poured too much rice wine! However, my mother actually said "No!" I thought about it, forget it, anyway, be more careful next time and don't add too much rice wine. When I first stir-fry the sesame oil and ginger slices, It would spray, and I got sprayed. It was really bad, but it was safe and nothing serious.
This cooking activity made me feel a great sense of accomplishment and that I have grown up again. I hope I will have the opportunity to cook for my mother next time. I like this kind of activity so much! It feels great. Composition 3: My First Time Cooking
My grandma bought a cookbook with many recipes on it. She followed it and cooked a variety of dishes for me, which were delicious. I said to my grandma: "Teach me, I will make a delicious dish!" Grandma agreed.
I read a book and chose a dish of fried bacon with snow peas. Grandma said: "This is a dish that has both color and flavor!" I asked her: "What does it mean?" Grandma said: "You will know when the time comes."
Bought from the vegetable market I picked green snow peas and alternately fat and thin bacon. Under the guidance of my grandma, I picked out two old tendons along both sides of the snow peas, then washed them and put them in a vegetable basket to drain off the water. Grandma helped me wash the bacon and cut it into pieces. Put it aside neatly, cut the ginger into thin slices, and everything is ready. I put the pot first, started the range hood, and then carefully lit the fire. I poured some peanut oil into the pot. When the oil was hot, it gave off a light smoke. I added the ginger slices first and sauteed them until fragrant. Then I added the bacon. I kept frying the slices, and the fragrance came out. My grandma reminded me: "It's time to add the snow peas!" I lowered the heat, poured the snow peas in, and added a small spoonful of salt. Wow, it's so fragrant! Finally, I added some chicken essence, and the yellow bacon and green snow peas were cooked with the aroma!
I brought the fragrant dishes to the table, and grandma said: "This is the perfect combination of color, flavor and aroma!" This is my first work in the kitchen. I will work hard in the future and I will serve grandma. Make more delicious dishes.
When the fragrant dishes were brought to the table, grandma said: "This is the perfect combination of color, flavor and aroma!" This is my first work in the kitchen. I will work hard in the future and I will cook it for grandma. Produce more delicious dishes.
Composition 4 of Cooking for the First Time
"Today is a good day, everything you want can come true; today is a good day, open the door to the house and welcome the spring breeze!" I hummed a little tune, my mood was so loud It's cool. If you want to know why, it's because my parents went to Jiangxi today and won't come back until five or six in the evening. I can "make havoc in heaven" again! ! !
I had a great time playing this morning. I read a book for a while and did my homework for a while. When it was almost nine o'clock, I turned on the "leisure mode" and turned on the TV. Watch cartoons and open the computer refresh space. Usually I can play for an hour at most, but now I can play for two or three hours at a stretch without anyone caring about me! ! !
Seeing it was half past twelve, I was a little hungry. Looking at the bread and biscuits in the window, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I thought, it seems that I can only cook it myself!
Hmph, don’t underestimate me. I am a famous little chef. I measured the rice, put it into the pot, put just the right amount of water, covered the pot, and everything that follows. There is no need for me to intervene. But I was worried that there was no bibimbap, so I wanted to scramble another bowl of eggs myself.
Just do it. I beat the eggs into the bowl and beat them with the whisk handle. Then I turned on the induction cooker and put on a flat bottom of cooking oil. With a "swish" sound, the eggs had exploded in the pot. After a while, my eggs were out of the pot, and my heart blossomed. The First Time Cooking Essay 5
The most unforgettable thing for me was the first time I cooked during this summer vacation.
My parents happened to be busy that day, so I volunteered to cook and asked my sister to help. The "fried eggs with vegetables" made by my mother is the most delicious! So I decided to make this dish to show my cooking skills to the whole family.
According to my mother's previous instructions, I poured some oil first. After a few seconds, I quickly put the vegetables in. I heard a "sting" sound, which scared me and took two steps back. When it was my turn to put the salt, I shook my hand and poured a big spoonful of salt in. My sister comforted me on the side: "It's okay. Just put more water in it and it will be ok!" I picked up the shovel, stirred the pot a few times like my usual mother, and then asked my sister to get the eggs from the refrigerator. My sister handed me the egg, but I didn’t hold on tightly. With a “pop”, the egg fell to the ground and completely “transformed”. I quickly wiped the floor with a rag and wiped it back and forth. The floor was still sticky. Before I could wipe the floor clean, a burning smell hit my nose. Oops, I forgot that the vegetables were still being stir-fried in the pot, and now they were all burnt. As soon as I stood up, my feet slipped and I fell to the ground. The pain was so painful that I almost couldn't get up. Fortunately, my sister was smart and ran over to turn off the gas.
Oh, it’s usually easy to watch my mother cook, but I didn’t expect that when it was my turn, I would end up like this...
Although it has been a few months, I still remember it when I think about it. , I always can’t help but laugh out loud. Alas, many things that seem easy may not be easy to do in turn! The First Time Cooking Essay 6
Today my father came home from get off work and brought a bunch of good things - clams. It seems that there is something good to eat tonight.
The first step in making clams: "vomiting sand". "Before cooking the clams, you must spit out the sand well. Otherwise, the clams will eat a mouthful of sand after making them, which will affect the taste of the fried clams." Dad gave me the clams and ordered, "Go find a pot and put the clams in." Pour it in, add some tap water, and sprinkle with salt. After a while, the clams began to spit out sand. "I followed my father's instructions and carefully poured the clams into the pot, but it still made a loud noise, which scared me and almost dropped the flowers. The clams were thrown away, but luckily there was no danger. I sprinkled salt on the water and soon the sand came out.
After spitting out the sand, it’s time to start the next step. This step is the most important step. Once it fails, all previous efforts will be wasted.
The second step is "stir-fry". For this step, I invited my assistant—my mother. My mother said to me: "First put in a small amount of oil, add yellow garlic, garlic, and ginger and stir-fry. When cooked, add clams and stir-fry. Add chili sauce and stir-fry for a while. It will taste very fresh. Stir the seasonings evenly and it will be ready. "Pot." My mother said so much, which immediately made me nervous. There was a look of doubt on my mother's face. The three steps of starting the fire, pouring the oil, and putting the vegetables are more difficult for me than reaching the sky. I completed the first two of these three steps, but when I put the vegetables, "哧——" Wait a minute, I was shocked, mom Said: "Turn it over! Turn it over quickly! It will become mushy after a while!" My mother reminded me. After three times, five times and two times, the vegetables were fried. Add the clams, stir-fry the clams and it was ready.
In this way, I made my first fried clam. Although it was not satisfactory, I still have a lot of room for improvement in my fried rice, and I will definitely work hard. The First Time Cooking Essay 7
One day at noon at the beginning of summer vacation, I tried to cook by myself.
On this day, my father had already gone to work, while my mother was lying in bed to rest because of a stomachache. So, I made lunch for my mother and I at noon.
After finishing the simplest hot dishes and cooking rice, I started to stir-fry water spinach. I first washed the water spinach with rice washing water, and then, like a knight wielding a long knife to kill the enemy, I waved the kitchen knife and chopped at the water spinach. Not only did the water spinach be chopped into a mess, but the chopping board was also "scarred" ".
Then, I put the water spinach on the shovel and threw it in the direction of the pot. Then, each water spinach flew towards the pot in a beautiful parabola. Most of the water spinach flew into the pot with great accuracy, and only a few passed through the pot. Some of them flew into the stove from the cracks on the side and were burned to ashes by the fire; some of them may have stopped flying on the way and fell vertically to the ground.
"It's dinner!" I shouted. Mom sat up from the bed, walked to the dining table, looked at the plate of water spinach, and asked:
"What did you add?"
"Water spinach, water, oil, salt ."
"You actually added water?"
"Yes."
"Did you add onions?"
"No."
"Did you add garlic?"
"No."
"Haha, you are really a plate of boiled water spinach. 'Yeah!" Mom said with a smile. Then, she came to the kitchen and saw the cutting board "covered with bruises" and made a distressed expression. Then, she tasted the water spinach I made: "Well, it's not bad. Next time I cook, you can help me." After hearing this, I jumped three feet high with joy.
I think cooking is not only fun, but it can also cultivate one’s own independence and relieve parents’ burden. It really serves multiple purposes. I believe that I can help my parents share more things in the future and become a good helper for my parents. The First Time Cooking Essay 8
I have many extracurricular hobbies, such as playing chess, painting... Among them, my favorite is cooking. Whenever I see the table filled with delicious meals, I think how great it would be if I could also learn to cook. So, I decided to cook dinner myself tonight.
When I got home from school, I couldn’t wait to walk into the kitchen. What should I make tonight? I saw frozen chicken wings in the refrigerator, and I thought I would make my dad’s favorite braised chicken wings! So, I took out a few chicken wings from the refrigerator. First, I cut the wings in half with a knife, and then I took out a few pieces of ginger and cut them into thin slices. Then mix oyster sauce, sugar, drum oil, salt and chicken wings evenly, and marinate the chicken wings for a while. After marinating for about fifteen minutes, I turned on the stove, put two tablespoons of salad oil into the pot, then put the marinated chicken wings into the pot, stir-fried a few times with a spatula, and flipped it every 3 to 4 minutes. , then cover the pot and simmer for a while.
After a while, I saw smoke coming out of the pot. I quickly turned off the stove, took out a plate, and put the chicken wings on the plate. Just like that, the fragrant chicken wings were ready. It’s out. I quickly brought it to my father to taste my successful creation. My father took a bite and said with a smile: "It will be more delicious if it is less heated. Don't be discouraged. I will definitely make it better next time." I also gave it a try. The taste is not very delicious, but I am still very happy, because with this experience, I believe I will be able to make delicious chicken wings next time. Composition 9 of Cooking for the First Time
At noon, I saw my mother preparing to cook, so I volunteered and said to my mother: "Mom, let me cook today!" Okay! "I didn't expect my mother to agree so readily. I put on my apron and walked quickly to the kitchen.
Today I have to cook a dish and a pot of rice. The dish is scrambled eggs. I first put the rice in water Then, I took out two eggs from the refrigerator, took out a bowl, cracked the two eggs, and put them in the bowl. , add less cooking wine.
I followed my mother's example, put the pot on the stove, turned on the fire, and then poured in the peanut oil.
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The oil made a "sizzling" sound, and I quickly put the eggs into the pot. Unexpectedly, when I was getting other ingredients, the oil in the pot "squeaked" louder, and I I didn't take it seriously. At this time, white smoke suddenly appeared in the pot again. I hurriedly ran to the pot and saw more and more white smoke coming out. The "squeaking" sound of the oil became louder and louder. The oil smoke made me cough. , Alas, it’s so difficult to eat an egg. Of course, the eggs in the pot are beyond recognition. What’s worse, I almost got burned! No, I have to fry the eggs again! Eager to wash the pot, a new round of "battle" began. "I learned from experience this time. I put the eggs into the bowl first, then poured oil into the pot. When the oil boiled, I put the salt in, and finally poured the eggs into the pot. The eggs immediately made a big bubble. , really like a lotus with a yellow core and white petals. After a few seconds, I turned the eggs over and fried them for a few more minutes. Okay, you're done! A tempting fragrance came out.
Yeah! I can finally scramble eggs, I can finally scramble eggs! Composition 10 of cooking for the first time
Every time I see my mother flipping the pot in the kitchen, her quick movements and His neat skills reminded me of how he was so busy when he first started cooking. In my memory, the first time I cooked was when I was in the fifth grade. I just wanted to help my parents reduce their burden and experience it. After all the hard work of cooking, I didn’t expect that I almost destroyed the entire kitchen.
Originally, I planned to make a whole table of "Manchu-Han banquet" to show off my craftsmanship and give everyone a taste. Unexpectedly, the omelette pot had been hot for too long, but bursts of lightness like white gauze appeared. Suddenly, I, who was preparing the ingredients, felt as if I was in the clouds. I was frightened and helpless, and I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Fortunately, my father, who was watching TV, smelled a strange smell and realized something was wrong, so he hurriedly stepped forward to deal with it. , so that a small accident ended successfully. When the delicious dishes I cooked were put on the table, and I saw everyone eating with gusto, I was filled with joy and took a big bite of the omelette. It was delicious! Although there was a little episode, I couldn't help but feel proud of myself due to the praise from my parents.
The wok in the corner was almost in danger of being scrapped due to my negligence. It made me realize that "cooking is like going to a battlefield, with dangers everywhere. If you don't pay attention, you will be in danger!"; thought This, with my experience in cooking, made me deeply realize that the sumptuous food my parents prepare for me every day must be a "love meal" prepared with careful consideration of the ingredients and nutrition, and I will work hard. Eat them all to express my gratitude to them; in addition, I will work harder to learn cooking, and ask my mother to accept me as her apprentice. As the "second chef", I will watch and practice every day, looking forward to one day Show off your good skills again.
I believe that "only by remembering experience can we make progress." I hope I can do better in cooking next time!