The dance gradually reached a climax, and the "Miss Egg" on the side had already been unable to hold back. She plunged into the oil pan, and a burst of "scratching" music sounded, as if friends in the pan were applauding and warmly welcoming the arrival of "Miss Egg". The most enthusiastic person is Miss Oil Flower, who spits a shiny lace skirt on the edge of Miss Egg's skirt. "Miss Egg" dances like a beautiful butterfly, like an elegant wicker, and like a happy swallow hovering and dancing. I was stunned by the wonderful performance in front of me! See "Miss Egg" skirt is about to burn! Please ask Brother spatula for help, turn it over gently, ha! Free! Hearing this beautiful melody, the "tomato brother" outside the pot, "in the bowl, with his heart in the pot", dressed in a pink suit, straightened his back and made a grand debut. Miss Egg warmly embraced Brother Tomato and performed a gentle modern dance with the music of Little Chef Hippo and the beat of a spatula. At this time, "Brother Yan" couldn't wait to join in the fun and dance with the ups and downs of the music. ...
The music stopped and the dance came to an abrupt end. A plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes has come out. I picked up an egg and stuffed it in my mouth. It's tender and slippery, and it's delicious! It seems that I am Miss Egg myself.
It's great to cook for the first time. This time I cooked the kidney with sesame oil. "Kidney with sesame oil" is my first time cooking. This is good for your health, and it is very nutritious. However, if you don't eat it often, it will become very nourishing. Eating too much is easy to be counterproductive!
This cooking activity is for Mother's Day. This time I cooked the kidney with sesame oil. You will definitely ask me, "Why do you want to cook kidneys with sesame oil?" That's because my mother is too weak recently and needs to eat more tonic food, so I cooked kidney with sesame oil.
I couldn't help jumping when the teacher told us to cook for my mother. Later, I thought about what to cook, and then I thought about sesame kidney. Personally, I prefer sesame oil kidney, so I made it, but the kidney is really expensive. I was nervous at first, afraid that something would happen. However, when I finished writing, I suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment! However, the soup tastes a little bitter. Maybe the rice wine was accidentally poured too much! However, my mother actually said, "No!" Let me think, forget it. Pay more attention next time anyway. Just don't drink too much rice wine. At first, when you fry sesame oil and ginger slices together, you will spray it. Let me spray it. It's sad, but it's also a close call
This cooking activity has made me feel a sense of accomplishment and I feel that I have grown up again. I hope I can cook for my mother next time. I really like this kind of activity! This feeling is great.
My grandmother bought a cookbook with many dishes on it. She cooked all kinds of dishes for me, which were delicious. I said to my grandmother, "teach me, I want to cook a good dish!" " "Grandma agreed.
I read a book and chose a fried bacon with peas. Grandma said, "This dish is delicious!" I asked her, "What's delicious?" Grandma said, "You will know when the time comes."
I bought green peas and fat and thin bacon from the vegetable market. Under the guidance of my grandmother, I removed two old tendons along both sides of peas, then washed them and put them in the side dish basket for dripping. My grandmother helped me clean the bacon, cut it neatly and put it aside, and sliced the ginger. Everything is ready. I put the pot away first, start the range hood, then carefully light the fire and pour some peanut oil into the pot. When the oil is hot, I put ginger slices first, then bacon slices after frying, and the fragrance comes out. Grandma reminded me: "You can put peas!" I turned down the fire, poured in peas and added a spoonful of salt. Wow, it smells good! Finally, some chicken essence, yellow bacon and green beans were added with fragrance.
I put the delicious food on the table, and grandma said, "This is delicious!" " This is my first job in the kitchen. I will try my best in the future. I will cook more delicious dishes for my grandmother.
Putting the delicious food on the table, grandma said, "This is delicious!" " This is my first job in the kitchen. I will try my best in the future. I will cook more delicious dishes for my grandmother.
The first cooking composition 4 "Today is a good day, and everything you want can be realized;" Today is a good day, open the door to welcome the spring! "I'm humming a ditty and I'm in a good mood. If you want to know why, because my parents went to Jiangxi today and didn't come back until five or six in the evening, I can make a scene in heaven again! ! !
I had a good time this morning. I just read a book and did my homework for a while. Near nine o'clock, I started the "leisure mode", turned on the TV to watch cartoons, and turned on the computer to brush the space. I usually play for an hour at most, but now I don't care if I play for two or three hours at a time! ! !
Since it's already half past twelve, I'm a little hungry. Looking at the bread and biscuits in the window, I can't hold on. I think I have to cook by myself!
Hum, don't underestimate me. I am a famous little chef. I measured the rice, put it in the pot, put in the right amount of water, covered the pot, and then everything didn't need my intervention. But I am worried that there is no bibimbap, so I want to fry another bowl of eggs myself.
Do it. I beat the eggs into the bowl and scattered them by hand. Then open the induction cooker, just put the cooking oil flat, and bang, the egg has exploded in the pot. After a while, my eggs were out of the pot and my heart was full of flowers.
The first time I cooked, what impressed me most was the first time I cooked this summer vacation.
Mom and dad were busy that day, so I volunteered to cook in person and asked my sister for help. Mom's "scrambled eggs with vegetables" is the best! So I decided to cook this dish and show my cooking to the whole family.
According to my mother's instructions, I poured some oil first. After a few seconds, I quickly put the food in, only to hear a "sting", which scared me back two steps. When it was my turn to put salt, my hand shook and a spoonful of salt poured in. My sister comforted me: "Nothing, just put more water in the future!" I picked up the shovel, stirred it in the pot like my mother, and asked my sister to get the eggs in the refrigerator. Sister handed me the egg, but I missed it. With a bang, the egg fell to the ground and was completely transformed. I quickly wiped the floor with a rag, which was still sticky. Before I could clean the floor, a burning smell got into my nose. Oh, no, I forgot that the pot is still boiling. It's burnt. As soon as I stood up, my foot slipped and I sat on the ground. It hurts so much that I can hardly get up. Fortunately, my sister was smart and ran to turn off the gas in a few steps.
Alas, it's easy to watch my mother cook at ordinary times, but I didn't expect it to be my turn to do this. ...
Although it has been several months, I still can't help laughing when I think of it. Alas, many seemingly easy things are not necessarily easy to do!
Today, my father came home from work and brought a bunch of good things-clams. Looks like there's something delicious tonight.
The first step in making clams: "spit sand". "Spitting sand must be done before making flower clams, otherwise eating a bite of sand will affect the taste of fried flower clams." Dad gave me the clams and ordered, "Go find a basin and pour it in, add some tap water and sprinkle some salt." Soon the clams will start spitting sand. " I carefully poured the clams into the basin as my father said, but there was still a loud noise, which scared me to almost throw them away. Fortunately, I got away with it. I sprinkled salt on the water and soon spit out the sand.
After spitting sand, the next step is about to begin. This step is the most important, and once it fails, all previous efforts will be wasted.
Then the second step is "fried". This step, I invited my assistant-mother. My mother said to me, "First add a little oil, add garlic, garlic and ginger, stir fry, then add clams, stir fry for a while, add Chili sauce to taste, and stir the seasoning evenly." My mother said so much that it immediately made me nervous. My mother's face was suspicious. The three steps of burning, pouring oil and putting vegetables are more difficult for me than going to heaven. I finished the first two of these three steps, but when I put the food, I was shocked. My mother said, "Turn it over! Turn it over! It burned in a minute! " My mother reminded me that I would fry vegetables, add clams and fry clams three times, five times and two times.
In this way, I made the first fried clam. Although it is not satisfactory, my fried rice still has a lot of room for improvement. I will definitely try my best.
At noon at the beginning of the summer vacation, I tried to cook by myself.
On this day, my father has gone to work, and my mother is lying in bed because her stomach is uncomfortable. So, at noon, I will make lunch with my mother.
After the simplest hot dishes and stir-fry, I began to stir-fry water spinach. I washed the water spinach with washed rice first, and then, like a knight waving a long knife to kill the enemy, I waved a kitchen knife at the water spinach for a while, which not only cut the water spinach in a mess, but also cut the chopping board "scarred". Then, I put the water spinach on the shovel and threw it in the direction of the pot. As a result, the water spinach flew into the pot in a beautiful parabola. Most of the water spinach flew into the pot very accurately, and only a few flew into the stove through the gap next to the pot and were burned to ashes. Others may not fly on the way and land vertically.
"Dinner-"I shouted. Mother sat up from the bed, walked to the table, looked at the plate of water spinach and asked:
"What did you add?"
"Water spinach, water, oil, salt."
"You actually added water?"
"That's right."
"Did you add onions?"
"No."
"Did you add garlic?"
"No."
"Haha, you are really a plate of boiled spinach!" Mom said with a smile. Then, she came to the kitchen again and saw the chopping block "black and blue" and made a distressed expression. Then, she tasted my spinach: "Well, it's not bad. You can help me next time I cook. " I jumped three feet for joy.
In my opinion, cooking is not only interesting, but also can cultivate one's independent ability and reduce the burden on parents. It's killing two birds with one stone. I believe that I can help my parents share more things in the future and become a good helper for my parents.
I have many hobbies after school, such as playing chess and drawing ... among them, cooking is my favorite. Every time I see a table full of delicious food, I think, if only I could learn to cook. So, I decided to cook by myself tonight.
When I got home from school, I couldn't wait to go into the kitchen. What should I do tonight? Seeing frozen chicken wings in the refrigerator, I thought I would be dad's favorite braised chicken wings! So, I took out some chicken wings from the refrigerator. First, I cut my wings in half with a knife. Then, I took out a few pieces of ginger and sliced it. Then add oyster sauce, sugar, cooking oil, salt and chicken wings, mix well and marinate the chicken wings for a while. Marinate for about 15 minutes, I turn on the stove, put two spoonfuls of salad oil into the pot, then put the marinated chicken wings into the pot, stir-fry them with a spatula several times, turn them every three to four minutes, and then cover the pot and stew for a while.
After a while, I saw smoke coming out of the pot. I quickly turned off the stove, took out another plate and put the chicken wings on it. In this way, delicious chicken wings came out. I quickly took it to my father and let him taste my successful work. My father took a bite and said with a smile, "It's even better if it's almost worse. Don't lose heart. I'm sure I can do it next time. " I've tasted it, but I'm still very happy because I believe I can make delicious chicken wings next time.
At noon, I saw my mother preparing to cook, so I took the initiative to say to her, "Mom, let me cook today!" " "ok!" I didn't expect my mother to agree so readily. I put on my apron and walked quickly to the kitchen.
Today I'm going to fry a dish and a pot of rice. This dish is scrambled eggs. I'll put the rice in the water, wash it, put it in the rice cooker and press the button. Then, I took out two eggs from the refrigerator, took out a bowl, broke the two eggs and put them in the bowl. Then add salt, monosodium glutamate, soy sauce and less cooking wine. Stir well.
I followed my mother's example, put the pot on the stove, turned on the gas, lit the fire, and then poured peanut oil. The preparatory work has been completed.
The oil sizzled, and I quickly put the eggs in the pot. Who knows, when I was taking other seasonings, the oil in the pot "squeaked" and I didn't agree. At this time, white smoke suddenly appeared in the pot. I hurried to the pot, only to see more and more white smoke, the creaking of oil getting louder and louder, and the fumes made me cough. Alas, it's hard to eat an egg. The eggs in the pot are naturally "unrecognizable". What about me? To make matters worse, it almost caught fire! No, I have to fry eggs! I was in a hurry to wash the pot again and started a new round of "fighting". "This time I learned my experience. I put the eggs in the bowl first, then pour the oil into the pot, wait until the oil boils, then put down the salt, and finally pour the eggs into the pot. A big bubble immediately appeared on the egg, which really looked like a lotus with a yellow core and white petals. After a few seconds, I turned the egg over and fried it for a few minutes. All right, you're done! An attractive fragrance came to the nose.
Yeah! I can finally scramble eggs, I can finally scramble eggs!
Cooking for the first time 10 Every time I see my mother spinning a pot in the kitchen, her quick movements and quick skills can't help but remind me of her hectic appearance when cooking for the first time, which forms a strong contrast. In my memory, I cooked for the first time in the fifth grade, just trying to help my parents reduce the burden and experience the hard work of cooking. I didn't expect to almost destroy the whole kitchen.
I was going to make a whole table of "Man-Han banquet" to show my skills and give you a taste. I didn't expect the pan with fried eggs to emit light smoke like white gauze because it was hot for too long. Suddenly, I was preparing food in the clouds, and I was scared like an ant on hot bricks. Fortunately, my father, who was watching TV, smelled the smell and was surprised. He hurried forward. When my delicious dishes were served, I was filled with joy and vomited fried eggs. Food is even more important! Although there was an episode, I couldn't help but feel proud under the praise of my parents.
The wok in the corner was almost in danger of being scrapped because of my negligence, which made me realize that "cooking is like going to the battlefield, and it is dangerous if you are not careful!" ; Thinking of this, with the experience of cooking, I deeply realized that the sumptuous meals prepared by my parents every day must be a "love meal" cooked with care after careful consideration of color and nutrition. I will try my best to eat them all to show my gratitude to them. And I will study cooking harder and ask my mother to accept me as an apprentice. As a "second chef", I watch and practice every day, hoping to show my good skills again one day. I believe that "only by remembering experience can we make progress", and I hope to do better next time!