Fifth Grade Composition
The First Stir-Fry
Yesterday, we went on a picnic for the whole fifth grade, and we were all very happy.
On Friday morning, instead of heavy books, each of us had some things for stir-frying in our schoolbags: pans, bowls, some vegetables, meat and so on. The classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere. After a while, we set off.
After an hour's long walk, we finally reached our destination. Although we were all sweating and panting, but, after choosing the place, we started to make preparations for cooking.
Hu Xian's father set up the stove first, and then we started to show our skills.
After a while, it was finally my turn to stir-fry, and having just watched my classmates in front of me, I was a little more confident in my stir-frying. First of all, heat the pan, and then put the oil, at once, a "crackling" sound into my ears, I tore open the bag containing celery, slowly pouring celery into the pot, the pot immediately stirred up, I was rusty with a spoon stir frying the celery. Oops! I accidentally fried some of the celery out, ah, seems to be more practice in the future. It's time to salt the celery. I think my dad said to put in two tablespoons of salt. I think dad said to put in two tablespoons of salt. Forget it, let's put in this much. So, along with so much salt in the pot, the small bag of salt I brought with me is also a little less than half.
A few minutes passed, my celery was fried, and I could eat it next. I put a piece of celery into my mouth, wow, salty, but the students ate it with gusto.
Next, we tasted a lot of food, let us back to the past, the students one by one to hold up the belly bulging, like a pregnant person.
We ate a good meal, cleaned up the garbage, and went back. This picnic let me understand a truth: only their own burned rice delicious.
2. first stir fry essay 400 words copied don'tI have experienced many, many firsts, for example: the first time I learned to make a bicycle, the first time I mopped the floor ...... but they are not as interesting as my first cooking.
I often stayed home alone during the summer vacation. I remember one time, mom and dad were not yet home very late. I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and the sound of my stomach growling was always in my ears. "Hey, I can't help it, my poor stomach!" I said to myself. I thought to myself. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: mom came home after work every day, and have to do a lot of housework is really tired, I should help my mom to share some of the housework, why not take this opportunity to make a meal, show their real skills, but also can make this hungry stomach a little "strength", really the best of both worlds. Said to do, I came to the kitchen began to show real skill, the first dish is tomato and egg soup. I first took out three eggs and two tomatoes from the refrigerator, and then put the tomatoes in the sink a clean, then
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3. cooking fragment composition 400 words (including at least 5 senses)In a few days it will be my mom's birthday, I plan to fry a dish for my mom personally on her birthday, so that she can taste it. But hey! It's my fault, I've never stepped into the kitchen before, so I don't know how to stir-fry! In the face of this birthday gift, I'm a little overwhelmed, had to look at mom is then copied.
Into the kitchen, mom is about to do the dishes are tomatoes scrambled eggs, mom first eggs "bang bang" knock, then a hand key, "click" a crack in the egg, emergency egg white, egg yolk, "bang" a crack in the egg, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk, the yolk. "Bang" sound, fell in the bowl, mom took a chopstick began to stir the egg, issued a "ding ding ding ding" sound, a short while, but stirred up, mom bar open the refrigerator to choose a red tomato, mom always
Said the tomato scrambled eggs must be picked red, not red, less juice, and red juice, sweet and sour very tasty. This is, mom poured into the pot, the fire licked the bottom of the pot, issued a "ZZZ" sound. Ah! Stir-frying is like a symphony of music. This is, but has been fried, mom and pour the onion ginger tomatoes into the pan, "crackling" sound again, not long, tomatoes are also fried, the first fried eggs poured in, stirring a few times, this bowl of fragrant tomatoes scrambled eggs on the fried. Mom put this dish with a spatula into the plate, and the sound of "clang". Taste a piece of egg, eat the sweet and sour flavor of tomatoes, delicious.
I thought to myself: "It is so simple to fry ah, I'm going to show my skills tomorrow. You guys don't want to drool."
When I was a kid, I used to watch my mom cook.
As my mom was very experienced in cooking, and her movements were so skillful, I thought it was easy to cook when I watched it, so I wasn't in a hurry to learn how to cook.
Until recently, I was determined to learn how to cook. I've tried a few times, but I'm not successful. It's always half-cooked, either too salty or too bland, and a couple of times I've burned it completely.
I was so annoyed that I thought: "When I grow up and start a family, it's not too late to learn how to cook. Just then, I smelled an aroma.
It turned out to be mom was frying vegetables. I walked into the kitchen, only to see that my mother had just burned a pot of lean meat fried wild rice, and was about to fry the green vegetables.
Mom saw me come in, pulled me over, want me to take a good look. She first poured some oil in the pot, and when the oil is hot, pour in the bok choy, stir fry with a spatula.
After frying for a while, put in the appropriate salt and other seasonings. She also said that if you put too little salt, you can remedy the situation, but if you put too much, you can't eat it.
After the dish in the pot, use the spatula to stir fry repeatedly, when it is about to be cooked. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that the food is cooked properly.
After frying for a while, it's not too late to learn then, so I'm not in a hurry to learn how to cook, so I can't eat it if I put too much in it. Now I am so big: when I grow up, thought.
Since mom is very experienced in cooking. In the future, I will not underestimate such a small thing as cooking vegetables, and start a family.
Mom saw me come in, the action and so skillful, stir fry with a spatula, I smelled a fragrance, either too light again, I was determined to learn to cook. Just then, when the oil is hot, there are a few times also completely burned the vegetables, I read it and thought that cooking is very easy, even soup will not be burned, it is about to be cooked when you can turn down the fire or even turn off, so as not to burn.
She started by pouring a little oil in the pot. She also said that less salt can be remedied, not to mention stir-fry, put in the proper salt and other seasonings.
Until recently, it was necessary to use a spatula to stir-fry repeatedly. It turned out to be mom stir-frying.
I was annoyed. I tried unsuccessfully a few times to pour in the bok choy.
I walked into the kitchen, always half-baked, or too salty. Vegetables in the pot, only to see my mother just burned a pot of lean meat fried wild rice, want me to take a good look at it, was about to fry the green vegetables, it pulled me over when I was a child, I often watched my mother burn vegetables.
5. burn vegetables, really cool essay 400 wordsWhen I was a child, I often watched my mom burn vegetables.
As my mom was very experienced in cooking, and her movements were so skillful, I thought it was very easy to cook when I watched it, so I wasn't in a hurry to learn how to cook.
Until recently, I was determined to learn how to cook. I've tried a few times, but I'm not successful. It's always half-cooked, either too salty or too bland, and a couple of times I've burned it completely.
I was so annoyed that I thought: "When I grow up and start a family, I'll learn to cook again. Just then, I smelled an aroma.
It turned out to be mom was frying vegetables. I walked into the kitchen, only to see that my mother had just burned a pot of lean meat fried wild rice, and was about to fry the green vegetables.
Mom saw me come in, pulled me over, want me to take a good look. She first poured some oil in the pot, and when the oil is hot, pour in the green vegetables, stir fry with a spatula.
After frying for a while, put in the appropriate salt and other seasonings. She also said that if you put too little salt, you can remedy the situation, but if you put too much, you can't eat it.
After the dish in the pot, to use the spatula repeatedly stir-fried, to be cooked when you can turn down the fire or even turn off, so as not to burn. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that the food is not burnt.
In the future, I will not underestimate the small things like cooking.
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Mom is my family recognized "chef", as long as it is the mother to do the dishes, will be swept away. It is said that the simpler the dish, the better the level, used in the mother is the most apt. Mom's tomato and egg rice alone is the best I've ever eaten.
Weekend mom at home, smilingly asked me what I want to eat, I did not hesitate to answer: "tomato and egg rice." Mom heard, said: "Good, you love to eat mom to do for you."
Said to do, mom took out the tomatoes and eggs bought, the eggs knocked, a peeling, the eggs obediently slipped into the bowl, mom and then dipped the tomatoes into the muddy water. Look at my face puzzled, mom busy said: "This is the rice water, wash vegetables cleaner, pesticides are easy to wash off."
Twenty minutes later, my mom took the tomatoes out and put them aside after weighing them down with water. Mom turned on the gas stove, blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, the water in the pot quickly dried up. When the fire had completely dried up the water in the pot, mom poured some oil into the pot.
Then, she poured the beaten eggs into the pot, and a piercing sound reached my ears. Smoke rose from the bottom of the pot, small bubbles formed on the eggs, and the whites and yolks curdled together like a small yellow flower leaning against the white railing.
Suddenly, my mom shook the pan in mid-air and helped the eggs turn over, and they changed, browning a little in some places, like they were burnt, but that place was the most delicious.
Eggs are completed, but the tomatoes are not cut, so my mother picked up a knife "click" a few cut, put the tomatoes into the pot, the water beads jumped up, my mother tomatoes stir-fried a few times, the dish freshly baked!
I salivated and couldn't wait to taste a bite, unparalleled flavor!
7. The first time to help cook composition 350 words (action, language, demeanor, psychological description of the activities)In the past, my family's meals are mom's cooking, my father and I just to sit at the table, there will be a delicious meal on the table. However, yesterday's lunch was a different story. It was my first time cooking, and I was the "little chef" who did it. The first time I saw this, I had to buy the food, and I had to do the whole thing!
Nine o'clock in the morning, my father rode a motorcycle to take me to the main gate of the market, gave me 20 dollars, let me go in alone to buy food. At first I was very afraid, pulling my mom not to let go. My mom shook my hand and encouraged me, saying, "Lu Da, you can do it, mom supports you." Hearing my mom's words, I let go of her hand, clutching the money in my hand, and walked into the market. There were so many people in the market! A busy scene. The yelling and haggling noises were so loud that I could hardly stand it. I quickly bought the dishes that I had already planned to make, and fled like out of the market.
By eleven o'clock at noon, I began to cook. The first time I cooked was not easy! When I was panning, my clothes got wet, and when I was cutting vegetables, I was thick and thin, and I was heavy and light. Listening to the "snorting - snorting -" sound of cutting vegetables, I really want to throw down the chopper to quit!
Started frying. The first dish is fried shredded potatoes. I called my mom to stand next to me as a "consultant". She first taught me to open fire, I follow the method she said, first press the switch, to the left a twist. The fire was not yet lit, the liquefied gas "ZiZhi" bubble, scared me do not know what to do. Mom said, "Hey! Turn it off, turn it off! Press down hard, yes, yes ......" I pressed down hard, and then twisted to the left, pop, poof - "the fire is on. A moment of work, the pot burned straight smoke, "adviser" told me to quickly pour the oil, I clumsily open the lid of the oil pot, poured up. Oil "gurgling" to the pot to pour, mom shouted: "line, line, stop, stop ......" I am still pouring, hey, oil and pour more. I can not help but look at the oil in the pot, sighed and said: "Alas, pouring too much on pouring too much! Whatever!" The oil was sizzling, I threw the shredded potatoes and chili peppers into the pot, "pop", the chili peppers and shredded potatoes had just been washed, stained with water, as soon as they were in the pot, the oil splattered and blew up into my face. I "ouch ouch" straight scream, hate to head into the neck. When my mom saw me, she said, "Stay away from the pan and don't lower your head too much." I did as my mom said, and it was much better. Stir fry a few times, I put a little salt and monosodium glutamate (MSG), regardless of whether it is too much or too little, and put the vegetables into the plate.
In this way, I fried three dishes in one ****. One of the three dishes tasted a little salty, and two were a little light, but my mom and dad said it was delicious. I think they are encouraging me, this is the first time!