Facing a pot of bubbling distiller's grains water, a big iron bowl and a lot of flour, I imagined my mother and grandmother making glutinous rice balls: while boiling distiller's grains water in the pot, I put the dough into the bowl, then pinched a little from it and rubbed it on the pot. Every time I rubbed a ball, it quickly fell into the pot. It feels easy.
I'm fumbling over the sticky dough. I imagined how happy and happy my mother would be when she saw the dumplings I made, and I would no longer have to bear the heavy title of "big slacker" ...
Mom said that when kneading dough, all the flour residue around the bowl should be rolled in, and the iron bowl should be spotless after it is finished. I learned to follow the example of * * *, pushing the dough tightly to press the flour residue around me, trying to press them all onto the dough, but I had too little experience, and Handan was a toddler, which backfired. It took so much effort to roll, but the dregs rolled more and more. Finally, I simply stopped rolling, and just dug the flour residue with my fingers and poked it into the dough ... When I cleaned the iron bowl in a stupid way, my poor hand was covered with a thick layer of powder, glistening, dripping and sticky, just like wearing a pair of white gloves, alas.
In order to make the picture faster, I changed the glutinous rice balls to "Tang Fang" this time, because they were cut, so they were made into squares. I am responsible for kneading the dough into strips, and my grandmother is responsible for cutting them into small pieces. This is the "soup formula". The first one is rubbed by grandma. She removes a dough and fixes it in two or three times. The "noodle" is uniform in thickness and size, with two flat ends and a circle in the middle. It is a standard cylinder. I also pulled a big lump from the dough and rubbed it desperately. Rub it around, and after rubbing it, look, my god, it's like a bamboo stick, one section is thick and the other is thin, and both ends are still upturned. I gave them to my grandmother, just got them halfway, broke them into two sections, and had no choice but to stick them together again. Such noodles are super ugly. Grandma is "the magic knife of light speed", "Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock And I'm still rubbing slowly there, alas, grandma's speed is too fast! Hurry up and hurry up. As a result, the thick parts are stuck together and the thin parts are disconnected. Alas, haste makes waste. I have to ... accept this terrible fact ...
This time, cooking glutinous rice balls is really a tragedy. Life is short. It's a tragedy. Alas, I can only be a "big slacker" …
Writing a composition about cooking dumplings (7) Yesterday morning, I learned how to cook dumplings with my father. This morning, I showed my talents and cooked dumplings for breakfast myself.
I turned on the range hood, poured two bowls of cold water into the pot, covered the lid and lit the gas. While waiting for the water to boil, I took out purple black rice dumplings from the refrigerator. Mom won't eat, I want to eat 5, and give them to Dad 15, which adds up to 20. When the water is boiling and bubbling, put purple glutinous rice balls and cover the pot. I waited and waited, and the water began to bubble again, so I added some cold water and the bubbles disappeared. When the water boiled for the second time, I deserted to drink milk. When I saw this scene, I quickly added a large glass of cold water, which was a sigh of relief. After adding water for three times, the dumplings were cooked, and they floated on the water. I stirred them with a spoon, but the spoon fell into the pot, so I had to clip it out with chopsticks. I put five dumplings out, and felt that the bowl was not full, so I scooped out three more, leaving only 12 for my father. Next time I cook dumplings, I want to remember that I can eat eight. Dad kept praising me with my boiled dumplings.
I learned to cook dumplings, and I am very happy. Before the Spring Festival, I learned to cook porridge, rice and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and I will learn other housework in the future.
Writing a composition for cooking dumplings (8) Today, I finished my homework, and my mother just bought some Yuanxiao, so I scrambled to cook it. Under the soft grinding of my "three-inch golden tongue", my mother finally agreed.
Just start, I can't wait to open the pot, put the water on, close the switch, and wait for the water to boil. I open the lid every now and then, but the water is right with me, but it won't open. "Don't be impatient, the hot air has been released by you, and of course the water can't open." Mother poked her head in to remind me. Oh, I see. I went to read a book. I don't know how long it took, "Oh, my water!" When I rushed to the kitchen, the water in the pot was almost dry, so I had to add some more water and continue to burn. I dare not leave the pot this time, so I have to wait patiently beside it. After waiting for a long time, the water boiled. I poured all the Yuanxiao "wow", only to remember that the book should be put down gently. I was suddenly discouraged. However, those yuanxiao are quite strong, only a few are broken. "I can't help it, just leave it to fate." I sighed and gently pushed Yuanxiao away with a spoon according to the book, but those disappointing Yuanxiao "lined up" one by one.
The water boiled, so I turned down the fire and added some cold water. All the stuffing in the Lantern Festival was exposed and became a pot of black water. I can't help it, just make do with it. When the water boils, I'm done.
Mom, dinner is ready. When my mother saw my "masterpieces", she laughed and leaned forward and backward, but I thought they had a unique taste.
Through this cooking of Yuanxiao, I realized that my hands-on ability is too poor, "once born, twice cooked". I believe that as long as I continue to work hard, I will be able to cook delicious Yuanxiao.
Writing the composition of boiled dumplings (9) This morning, my parents went out early and didn't prepare breakfast. My stomach was really wronged. This is not a "protest"!
Open the refrigerator, wow! There is a bag of dragon and phoenix dumplings in it, which is my favorite. Today, I can finally make my own dumplings.
Act now! I cleaned the pot, poured in clean water, and then turned on the gas to boil water.
Soon, the water boiled, and I poured the cold dumplings into the pot one by one. These dumplings were like excellent divers scrambling to jump into the water, and countless small "waves" splashed on the water. When the dumplings sank to the bottom of the pot, I quickly picked up a shovel and pushed it to the bottom of the pot carefully. The dumplings rolled in the water one by one, turning over the tendons. Finally, I covered them.
A few minutes later, hot air came out of the pot, and the lid gasped heavily, as if calling me: "Quick-quick, cooked-cooked!" I opened the lid, ah, the dumplings floated on the water! You see, they are looking at me playfully with their little pink faces upturned.
I heard from my mother that glutinous rice balls float to the surface of the water and are cooked without spinning. Looking at these greedy little guys, why should I hesitate? Bite open the white and tenacious dumplings, and the fragrant red bean paste flows out. Anyone who sees it can't help but drool!
I was eating glutinous rice balls with relish, and my mother came back. She looked at the bowl in her hand and the corners of her mouth stained with bean paste, smiling and understanding everything!
Some dull and tiny things in life will become good materials for writing as long as you carefully observe and understand them.
Writing a composition about cooking dumplings (10) Today, I cooked a pot of dumplings for my family on a whim.
Start cooking dumplings. I poured a little water into the pot, and the water began to boil in the pot without much time, and small bubbles appeared, which seemed to be bubbles blown by naughty children. I took the dumplings out of the bag. They were still cold, as if they were covered with ice. After a while, a dozen glutinous rice balls jumped into the water one after another. This is, the water is not bubbling, and the dumplings are cooked in groups of three or five, which seems to be in a meeting! There are several others around, as if whispering. Gradually, gradually, the body temperature of dumplings is getting higher and higher. They slowly rise and rotate, like children dancing ballet, and they are constantly changing their tracks.
All the dumplings have floated up, and a pot of dumplings is ready. My mouth is watering and I can't wait to have a bite, my mother said with a smile. "Little greedy worm, the dumplings are still very hot, and you can't stand licking them." I had to swallow the saliva into my stomach. After a few minutes, the dumplings stopped burning. I tasted one. Ah! How sweet! So I ate another one, and my father also ate one and said; "How sweet!"
This time I went to the kitchen, I realized the fun of cooking again!