A 300-word essay about how I learned to fry eggs as a primary school student

My mother said that when I grow up, I must learn to cook my own food. Let’s start with something simple. I decided to learn how to fry eggs.

Just do it, I turned on the fire, carefully poured the oil into the pot, and quickly stepped back for fear that the oil would splash on me. The oil in the pot is like a group of ants on a hot pot, restless and dancing excitedly. When the oil was hot, I followed my mother's usual approach and knocked the eggs lightly on the table a few times, but they didn't break. I knocked hard again, and sure enough, a crack was made. Then I raised my hand high and pushed hard on both sides along the crack, and the egg fell into the pot with a "plop". At this time, a few drops of hot oil splashed on my hand mercilessly, which made me scream in pain. My mother told me to lower my hand and stick to the oil surface. I tried it as she said, and sure enough, it was much gentler.

After a while, the transparent egg white turned into milky white, and a few small bubbles popped up from time to time, making a sound like a group of cute elves singing a cheerful song. It was time to turn the egg over. , I used a spatula to gently turn the eggs over.

The eggs were finally fried. The golden eggs were fragrant. I looked at the eggs and my saliva flowed down involuntarily.

Part 2: I learned to fry eggs, a 300-word composition for primary school students

Today I learned to fry eggs, which is not easy!

My amiable mother is my teacher. I skipped to the refrigerator, happily took out a fat, white, oval-shaped egg, knocked it lightly a few times on the prepared egg, and then broke it hard, and the bright yellow yolk followed. The transparent egg whites slowly flowed into the bowl together, as if they were reluctant to leave their eggshell huts and wanted to stay a little longer!

Finally started frying eggs! I asked my mother to turn on the gas stove, and when the pot was dry, I immediately poured some oil into the pot. My mother said next to me: "Wait until the oil is hot before pouring the eggs!" Soon, wisps of green smoke rose slowly, and I immediately poured the eggs. Suddenly, many bubbles appeared on the egg. When the bubbles became bigger, I quickly turned the omelette over with a shovel and popped the bubbles. I didn't expect that the omelette would be "sewn" in such a short time. The golden lace is so beautiful! After a while, the fragrant omelette was ready.

I held the eggs and couldn’t wait to ask my mother to taste them. After tasting them, my mother smiled and said, "The eggs taste better than mine. That’s awesome!"

I finally learned how to fry them. Eggs, so happy!

Part 3: I learned how to fry eggs, a 300-word essay for primary school students

How easy and simple it is to watch my mother fry eggs every time. Eggs are also very nutritious. In the morning, one egg and one cup of milk can be used as breakfast. I also want to try making them myself.

I started to do it while my mother was not at home. I put on my mother’s apron and looked so proud! Ah, how like a housewife! I am not tall so I can only do it standing on a stool. , to start, I first took out an egg and knocked it lightly on the edge of the bowl. The egg yolk and egg green flowed into the bowl. Then I put a little fine salt, chopped green onion and chicken essence inside, then turned on the gas and turned on the fire. , wait for the pot to be hot, put some oil, and when the smoke comes out, pour the eggs into the pot. The pop made me almost fall off the stool. After a while, the egg began to bubble, and now I was far away. When I went back and turned the egg over, I found that the golden egg had turned into a black Baogong face. At this time, my mother came back Yes, I saw it and said: "It doesn't matter." I'll teach you how to make it. Under my mother's guidance, I made delicious eggs. I ate my victory and defeat products with big mouthfuls, not to mention how beautiful I felt.

"Failure is the mother of success." That's how I made the eggs.

Part 4: I Learned to Fried Eggs, a 300-word essay for primary school students

I have always lived a life of "clothes come to reach out, food comes to open my mouth". I am accustomed to relying on my mother and grandma for everything I do. However, I also did something that made me proud when I was growing up.

It was the summer vacation last year. My sister and I went to Xinxiang to play. One morning we wanted fried eggs. We said to our aunt: "We want to eat delicious fried eggs." But my aunt said to us: "If you want to eat fried eggs, you can make them yourself and take this opportunity to exercise yourself."

With the encouragement of my aunt, we cautiously started our process of frying eggs. First, we turned on the gas stove and poured some oil into the pot. After the oil was hot, I cracked an egg into the pot. Watching the golden eggs bubble, I turned them over with a shovel. Because we didn't know how to control the heat, when we turned off the heat, we saw that the eggs were mushy. However, we did not give up, and then we tried two more eggs. We were careful while frying the eggs and stared at them without blinking. We finally succeeded in frying them! The golden and fragrant eggs came out of the pan, and we were very happy to eat them!

So, in the process of growing up, exercise is essential.

We grow through exercise!