From childhood, my parents no longer give me care and love, and I am like a child who will never grow up, and I always Nestle under the protection of my parents. It wasn't until that day that I really felt like I was growing up.
Towards the end of the summer vacation, my mother finally promised me a chance to go to the kitchen with my repeated requests. Today, my task is to finish an egg fried tomato. Although it's a simple dish, it's still a big challenge for me.
The first step is to tie the apron like my mother, and the second step is to wash the tomatoes. Carelessly, I just rinsed it for a while, but I forgot that my mother told me that there were a lot of pesticide residues on the tomatoes. I had to wash them several times more. Fortunately, my mother reminded me, or something would happen. Then there was the hot pot. I cautiously started the fire. Then I took the oil bucket and poured it into the pot. Suddenly, the oil in the pot splashed out. It sounded like a symphony. I was unprepared and had to step back. When my mother saw me in such a mess, she said happily: 'well, cooking is not so fun! 'although I was very angry, I still acquiesced. I didn't dare to go back to the kitchen until the sound began to fade. The next step is to beat the eggs. I beat the two eggs into a bowl, stir them evenly, and then put them into the pot. Finally, I put the tomatoes into the pot. Because I was afraid that they would stick to the bottom of the pot, I kept flipping and scrambled to take some spices from the seasoning box and put them into the pot to fry together with the vegetables. This dish is finally finished. I tasted it secretly. It tastes good.
I put the dish on the table, the expression of my parents is very surprised, they talk about what side taste my dish, I made a mutter in my heart: how is the dish, you can give an opinion. Soon a smile appeared on their face. They praised me and said: 'my daughter did well in cooking for the first time. Keep working hard! '
I am very happy to see my parents satisfied. For the first time, I feel that I have grown up and can make my parents happy through my own hands.
First cooking 350 words
well! Let me tell you, I not only learned a skill, but also helped my mother do a housework, that is, cooking. It's the first time in my life that I fry vegetables. My cooking is very simple. It's called stir fried cabbage. At noon, my mother made the meal and cut the dishes. Let me fry them. I was really happy at that time. I thought it was my mother's chef who cooked every day. Today, my little chef also showed his skills. As the saying goes, is a good teacher a master! When I think about it, I put on my big work clothes, put on my sleeves, put on my apron, and if I put on my chef's hat, I'm really like a little chef.
My mother directed me to have a better heart. I turned on the gas and put the spoon in place. I put some oil in the spoon. When the oil was hot, I put the chopped cabbage in the spoon to make it smell. Then I quickly put the cut cabbage in the spoon. Suddenly, there was oil smoke in the spoon. I quickly opened the lampblack machine and quickly flipped it. This series of actions made me busy. I was afraid that the vegetables would be burnt Quickly turned, fried a few times, my mother asked me to put some salt, and then in the back and forth stir fry, fry for about half a minute I put less water, and so on after fully opened put on the taste stir fry even immediately out of the pot. I shut off the gas and range hood, took off my work clothes, and took the prepared dishes and said that after cooking, please taste them. My mother quickly picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of cabbage in her mouth, chewed and said, "it's really delicious. I feel very happy that I've eaten my own cooking for this meal.".
I think it's my mother who guides me this time. Next time, I will do it by myself. I don't need her to guide me, but I can do better than my mother. Is it better than blue since ancient times.
First cooking 150 words
Today, for the first time, I learned how to cook. I made scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
The first step is to clean the tomatoes, then cut them into small pieces with a knife and put them on the plate.
Then, I took three eggs out of the refrigerator, cracked the shell at the edge of the bowl, beat the eggs into the bowl, and then stir them with chopsticks. I pour about half of the oil into the frying pan. When the oil is a little smoky, I pour the beaten eggs into the pan. When they slowly turn into omelets, I pour the omelets into the bowl.
Finally, I pour a little oil into the pot, pour the cut tomatoes into the pot, and slowly stir fry them. When the tomatoes are cooked, I pour the pancakes into the pot, then stir fry them with a shovel, and finally put salt and sesame oil on them. Such a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes is ready.
I tasted the dishes that I made by myself, and felt that they were more delicious than others.
I cook 350 words for the first time
Today at noon my mother asked me what I wanted to eat. I said I didn't know. My mother said that there are tomatoes and eggs at home. Let's have scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I have nothing to do today. I said I want to learn cooking from my mother. Mom agreed.
Mom said to prepare first, I took two eggs first, beat them in a bowl, put some salt under mom's guidance, stir them, and mix the eggs and salt evenly. Then, I washed another tomato and put it on the chopping board to slice. Everything is ready.
Good! When the pot opened fire, the mother said: 'the pot should be dried before pouring oil. If there is water, pour oil and it should be splashed when it's hot, so it's easy to burn'. After I put the oil carefully, my mother asked me to pour the eggs. I was a little scared. Mother said: 'when pouring the eggs, you should stir them and pour them into the oil pan slowly. Otherwise, the salt in the eggs will be left at the bottom of the bowl, and the salt will be uneven. Some places are too salty. With my mother's encouragement, I poured the eggs into the pot. Once the eggs were in the pot, there were yellow bubbles around them, and a smell came out of the pot. I can't help shouting 'Haoxiang'. After my mother asked me to turn it over with a shovel several times, the eggs were fried.
My mother asked me to put the cut tomatoes into the pot, put some salt in it, stir fry it for several times, and mix the tomatoes and eggs together after the tomatoes change color. Turn off the fire and get out of the pot. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes are ready.
The first time I learned how to cook, although I was nervous, I was very proud to smell the delicious food.
Fengfan primary school No.2, Baoding City, Hebei Province
Cooking for the first time
When I was very young, I wanted to make delicious food in the kitchen like my parents. What an interesting thing! I asked my mother to teach me, but every time my mother's answer was only one: you are too young to cook. Besides, how unworthy of you to hurt yourself! And I think every time: is not cooking! What's rare! One day I'll be a chef and make a dish for you to see.
Today, my wish to be a chef can finally be fulfilled. Because I have the 'home chef pass' given by the labor teacher. That is to say, the teacher left a homework to do a dish. I'm very happy about it. When my mother saw this unimpeded 'pass', she could only support me.
So, I plan to make a more complex eggplant with fish flavor. I must take good advantage of this rare opportunity.
By noon, the battle had begun. I put on my apron and walked confidently into the kitchen. I will wash eggplant first, use knife to peel eggplant skin slowly, cut clean, and then cut eggplant into strips. I grabbed a handful of eggplant strips casually. I wanted to enjoy my knife work, but I was stupid when I saw it. Some of the eggplants were thicker than my thumb, some were thinner than my little finger, some were almost the same as my middle finger. I was disappointed in the variety of shapes. My mother, standing beside me, comforted me and said: 'it doesn't matter. I'll fry it in a while. This is your first time after all. 'after listening to my mother's words, I got up my confidence again and put the cut eggplant in a basin for standby. Then I cut the onion, ginger and garlic into pieces and put them on a small plate for later use. I got bean paste and sugar from the fridge.
When the materials are ready, I put the pot on the stove, light the fire, and put oil in the pot to heat it. As soon as I put eggplant in, I didn't expect the oil in the pot would spill out. In a hurry, I grabbed the lid of the pot and used it as a shield to make me safe. I used a shovel to fry the eggplant. After a while, the eggplant is deep fried. When it's soft, I use a shovel to drain the eggplant and put it into a plate. At this time, the eggplant is really golden, very attractive. I can't help being a little complacent.
Next, I left a little oil in the pot, put in bean paste, stir fry out the red oil. Add old soy sauce, vinegar, boiling water, mix well, then add a small amount of sugar, salt, onion, ginger, garlic in turn, stir fry out the fragrance, then put in the fried eggplant, then I forget to use water starch to thicken. I hurriedly find starch from the kitchen cabinet, add water to mix, and then quickly pour it into the pot, stir fry it for a few times, and then out of the pot. The battle is over.
Finally, I put the eggplant in a plate, cut the washed cilantro into small pieces, and sprinkled it on the eggplant, adding some color to the eggplant, and finally it was finished. I look at this plate of eggplant. It's very attractive. After my mother's review, I think this dish is full of color, fragrance and taste. I was so happy that I jumped three feet.
This is my first time cooking, a complete success!
Liu Qi, the first day of the second middle school of Beijing Railway
800 words for the first cooking
When I was very young, I wanted to make delicious food in the kitchen like my parents. What an interesting thing! I asked my mother to teach me, but every time my mother's answer was only one: you are too young to cook. Besides, how unworthy of you to hurt yourself! And every time I think: it's just cooking! What's rare! One day I'll be a chef and make a dish for you to see.
Today, my wish to be a chef can finally be fulfilled. Because I have the 'home chef pass' given by the labor teacher. That is to say, the teacher left a homework to do a dish. I'm very happy about it. When my mother saw this unimpeded 'pass', she could only support me.
So, I plan to make a more complex eggplant with fish flavor. I must take good advantage of this rare opportunity.
By noon, the battle had begun. I put on my apron and walked confidently into the kitchen. I will wash eggplant first, use knife to peel eggplant skin slowly, cut clean, and then cut eggplant into strips. I grabbed a handful of eggplant strips casually. I wanted to enjoy my knife work, but I was stupid when I saw it. Some of the eggplants were thicker than my thumb, some were thinner than my little finger, some were almost the same as my middle finger. I was disappointed in the variety of shapes. My mother, standing beside me, comforted me and said: 'it doesn't matter. I'll fry it in a while. This is your first time after all. 'after listening to my mother's words, I got up my confidence again and put the cut eggplant in a basin for standby. Then I cut the onion, ginger and garlic into pieces and put them on a small plate for later use. I got bean paste and sugar from the fridge.
When the materials are ready, I put the pot on the stove and light it up