Number one: The first fried egg. There are many firsts in his life: riding a bike for the first time, swimming for the first time … and the first fried egg is the most unforgettable thing for me.
Mom always said I couldn't fry eggs. Not convinced, I have to fry an egg to show my mother.
The next day, I rolled up my cuffs and went to the battlefield-the kitchen. I carefully cleaned the pot and sat on the gas stove. I picked up the oil tank and poured some oil into the pot, probably because there was still water left in the pot. As soon as the oil was poured into the pot, the hot oil jumped out of the pot like a spring and splashed on my hand. I jumped up from the ground and rushed to the tap to turn on the water and rushed up. After a while, a big chicken pox broke out on my hand. I endured the pain, took out an egg from the cupboard and tapped it on the side of the pot.
In an instant, a crack appeared on the egg, and I peeled off the skin of the egg along the crack. This egg is like a naughty child sliding down the edge of the pot. As soon as it gets oily, it immediately fryers. The edge of the egg turns white instantly, like the lace of a girl's skirt in summer. The yolk in the middle hardened, so I quickly grabbed a handful of chopped green onion and sprinkled it into the pot. I poured in oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and a crispy egg came out.
I proudly put my "masterpiece" in front of my mother, who happily tasted my masterpiece. ...
Chapter 2: I fried eggs for the first time at noon today. As soon as I walked into my grandmother's house and saw my little grandmother busy in the kitchen, I said, "Little grandmother, let me fry a dish today!" " "My little grandma asked me," What do you want to fry? "I glanced at it and said," Then I'll fry eggs! " "
I first put on my apron and became a "little chef" with dignity. Take an egg out of the refrigerator and wash it. I tapped lightly. Why didn't I open it? I can't open it with a light knock. I was angry and said angrily, "What's wrong with this egg? It' s simply bullying! " I knocked hard again, alas! I finally broke it, but it was squashed by me, and sticky things got all over my hands. It's not easy to crack an egg!
After finishing the preparatory work, I began to fry eggs. I'll heat the pan first, and then pour some oil. When the oil smoked, I poured the eggs out of the bowl and the eggs began to "bubble". After a while, the little grandmother said, "Turn it over quickly, or it will burn." I turned the egg over with all my strength. In a short time, Huang Chengcheng's eggs came out of the oven, and a fragrant smell came to the nose, which made people salivate.
It's time for dinner. I can't wait to try my fried poached eggs. Well, it's better than my little grandmother's fried!
Chapter 3: The first time I fried eggs, my mother was not at home. I decided to learn from my mother's usual method of making eggs and fry them myself.
I will open the round egg first, and put the transparent egg white and Huang Chengcheng's yolk in the bowl. Next, turn on the gas and pour the right amount of cooking oil into the pot. When the oil smokes slightly, pour the egg white and yolk in the bowl into the pot. At first, I didn't know how to get there I thought to myself: hold the bowl high and pour it. Who knows, the oil almost came out when it jumped up. Soon, the egg white and yolk changed from liquid to solid. Oh, by the way, I have to make a small fire quickly to prevent the eggs from getting burnt. After a few minutes, I began to turn over. I carefully scooped up the eggs from all sides with a shovel to keep them intact. When the eggs are fried until golden brown, they can be cooked. After cooking, the taste will be more unique and delicious with cold and rich tomato sauce.
I didn't expect to fry eggs for the first time, so they were delicious. I silently thought to myself: can I be a little chef in the future?
Chapter four: I often watch my father fry eggs for the first time. Every time my father fried an egg, I could smell the fragrance of the egg in the distance, and my saliva would keep running down.
Once, I thought: I'll try frying eggs once. So I fry eggs like my father. I opened the fire and poured a little oil. When the oil was hot, I knocked an egg into it, and the egg squeaked as if to say, "Turn the edge over quickly, or I will become a black egg." When the egg became semi-solidified, I immediately turned it over and sprinkled a little salt on it. When both sides of the egg turn golden, my task is completed. Dad took a bite of my egg and said, "It tastes ok, but you need to add a few drops of hot water before the egg is turned over." I suddenly realized. It turns out that the fried egg industry is learned!
Through this fried egg, I understand a big truth: do everything yourself. As the saying goes, you can know the depth of the river, and you can know the sweetness and sourness of pears.
Chapter 5: I like fried eggs best for the first time. Usually, my parents fry them for me. After the holiday, I intend to learn to cook this dish for my parents.
Let's get started. I poured the oil into the pot and lit it. When the oil is hot, I'll turn down the heat. Then gently touch the prepared eggs on the edge of the bowl. Who knew that the eggshell didn't crack because it didn't have the strength? At this time, my mother told me: "It takes a little effort to break eggs!" " "I listened to my mother and knocked hard, and the eggshell cracked a crack. I broke it gently, and the egg white and yolk slipped into the pot together. Suddenly, the pot crackled and oil spilled everywhere. I was startled, threw the shovel and took a big step back. Luckily, I almost got burned. I carefully picked up the shovel, turned the egg over and covered it. After a while, the eggs turned golden yellow, and I finished this breakfast happily.
Mother tasted it and said, "It's delicious!" I am very happy to hear this, but I also understand a truth: "it is easy to see flowers, but difficult to embroider."
Chapter 6: Frying eggs for the first time There are many firsts in my life. Although they have become a thing of the past, they are often remembered in my life, and the most unforgettable one is frying eggs for the first time.
I remember that red day, my sister and I were doing our homework at home. Suddenly, my sister said, "I'm hungry." So I strode from the living room to the kitchen and began to fry eggs. I took out the eggs first, and then began to pour them into the bowl like my mother, stirring them evenly. Then I put some salt in it. Then, I turn on the induction cooker, put some oil in the pot, and then pour the eggs into the pot. Later, the egg was fried and I cried sadly.
Through this labor, I understand: although picking up eggs is a very small thing, it is not simple.
Chapter 7: frying eggs for the first time My after-school life is rich and colorful: reading, skipping rope, drawing ... Recently I learned to fry eggs.
One morning I ran to my mother and said, "Will you let me fry eggs this morning?" Mother nodded and said, "All right!" And tell me how to fry eggs.
I went to the kitchen, lit the stove and poured oil on it. I took out an egg and knocked on the edge of the pot. I accidentally knocked the egg to the ground. I spat out my tongue and hurriedly took another egg and beat it in the pot. I only heard a "whoop" and a drop of oil splashed on my arm, which made me scream with pain.
I started frying eggs. Listening to the "zi zi" sound in the pot and smelling the fragrance floating out of the pot, my mouth watered. At this time, I smelled a burnt smell, which was broken! I quickly turned the egg over. But it's already late, and it's like a "black briquette". When eggs are fried, one side is black and the other side is yellow, and they are all "double-sided eggs". Mom and dad laughed happily when they saw my masterpiece.
Chapter 8: frying eggs for the first time I was very nervous when frying eggs for the first time. I dare not beat eggs for fear of breaking them, but if I don't, the oil in the pot will catch fire again. I smashed it and saw a crack in the eggshell, so I quickly took the egg to the pot. When you pinch it with your hand, the yolk falls into the pot and sizzles.
After the egg was formed, I picked up the shovel and turned it over a few times. If you are not careful, the egg will fly out. I'm in a hurry. My mother helps me put the eggs in the pot. I turn them over and fry them again, and the eggs will be fried. I picked up the pot and poured the eggs into the plate. Put down the pot, I began to taste my masterpiece, take a bite, crispy and delicious. Mom also tasted it and praised me for doing well. My heart is full of joy. Wang, Xiao Pipi, they can cook, and now I can. I'm so happy.