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The following is a collection of essays about cooking for the first time that I have collected. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it.

Composition: Cooking for the First Time 1 From the time I was born until I am about to graduate from elementary school, there have been countless firsts: the first time washing dishes, the first time washing clothes... But there is one first time that makes me remember

It’s still new!

That happened when I was nine years old. That day, I went to play at the house of my good sister Chu Chu.

At 4:30, my stomach was beating in protest, so I asked Chu Chu: "Is there anything edible at your house?" Chu Chu thought for a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she pointed towards the kitchen, and I understood.

, said: "Let's go!" Chu Chu's kitchen was "completely complete", and we were ready to have a big fight.

We plundered the eggs from the refrigerator, cracked them, and scattered them in a bowl. Just eating the eggs seemed to be missing something.

Chu Chu seemed to be a worm in my stomach. She could see my thoughts at a glance and took out the noodles.

So, we began to invent "private dishes".

We took out most of the seasonings.

"What kind of seasoning should I put in, and how much should I put in?" My questions were "fired" at Chu Chu like bullets.

Unexpectedly, Chu Chu didn't panic at all and said calmly: "Let nature take its course." Dizzy!

So we put down a little bit of these seasonings.

Put the seasonings, add water, and the last step is to put this bowl of "private dishes" in the microwave.

"When" the long 3 minutes finally passed!

We took out the "egg noodles", took a bite with great hope, stayed for a while, and went straight to the bathroom.

"Wow..." Well, it will be fine after vomiting, but all the hard work just now was in vain.

Finally, when Chu Chu’s mother came back, the days of starvation were finally over!

She entered the kitchen, was stunned for a moment, and asked us: "Are you cooking in the kitchen, or are you going to the battlefield to fight?" We both let out a "chi" and laughed.

Although this happened a long time ago, I still can't forget it. Whenever I think of it, I can't laugh or cry, but I also understand deeply: You must work more every day, and only by working can you have a happy life!

Composition: Cooking for the First Time 2 There are many firsts in my life, such as the first time I helped my mother charge the bus card, the first time I went to the power supply bureau to pay the electricity bill...but the one I remember the most

This is my first time cooking.

On the morning of summer vacation, my brother came to my house to play.

My brother and I yelled all day long, saying that the food was not delicious and always finding fault with the food.

One morning, my mother suddenly announced that my brother and I would cook for lunch. We were dumbfounded, but we still agreed.

I quickly found a recipe book, and among dozens of dishes, we chose a scrambled egg with tomatoes that was easy to make and loved by everyone.

At noon, my mother urged us to cook quickly.

Okay, just do it!

I first washed the rice that had been soaked in advance and poured it into the rice cooker. I added the same volume of boiling water as the rice as my mother said, then plugged in the power and pressed the cooking button, so I didn’t have to worry about the rice.

Then I turned to the recipe page for scrambled eggs with tomatoes, took out three eggs from the refrigerator, and took out a bowl ready to pound the eggs.

First, the egg should be broken. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the egg opened. I then pulled the half eggshell to both sides, and the egg liquid flowed into the bowl.

After all three eggs were broken, I started to pound the eggs. In order to prepare the dishes quickly, I asked my brother to cut the tomatoes.

It was time to cook, we lit the fire, I picked up the oil bottle and poured oil into the pot, this was good, the oil in the pot kept splashing out, I forgot my mother's reminder to wait until the water in the pot dries before pouring oil, I hurriedly

Pour the beaten egg liquid into the pot.

We saw that the liquid egg gradually turned into lumps from all directions in the middle. Whether we were just checking to see if the surface of the egg was okay or were frightened by the sound of the oil, we actually forgot to turn the egg over, and the result turned out to be

Got the "tomatoes fried with coke".

It took us a lot of effort to prepare a dish. It turns out that cooking is so hard-won, and we don’t dare to be picky about food anymore!

Composition: Cooking for the First Time 3 Time flies by, and looking back, I can already cook many dishes.

Thinking back to the first time I cooked so badly, I was laughing at myself.

That day, my parents went out and there was no one to cook for me, so I couldn't help but become a little chef.

I turned on the fire, poured the oil in, took out the bowl, picked up an egg, and beat it on the edge of the bowl.

With a bang, the egg came out, but the egg residue flowed into the bowl together.

The oil has boiled and smoke is billowing out.

I was anxious, and without caring about anything, I put the eggs with the egg residue in them into the oil pan.

The crackling sound is like setting off firecrackers.

I turned the fire to the minimum, and the sound slowly became quieter.

I put my hand into my sleeve, held the shovel, turned the egg over, and quickly shook the salt into the pot.

However, the salt suddenly became disobedient and ran out a little more into the pot. It really made me angry to death.

Ah, what can we do?

What are you going to eat later?

This is so shameless!

At this time, I was like an ant on a hot pot, at a loss.

I quickly poured the egg out. Looking at the unrecognizable egg, I really couldn’t laugh or cry.

I repeated my work again, putting oil into the pot and breaking the eggs into the bowl.

This time I was much more skillful than last time, and I didn’t let the egg residue jump into the bowl.

I cooked rice and vegetables skillfully.