Writing _ My mother taught me to steam rice.

I asked my mother to teach me how to cook tonight. My mother promised me to teach me how to make liver-fried Chili. My mother taught me how to cook and write a composition. Mother washed the liver with water first, and then sliced it. My mother made it for me to grow a pair of bright eyes, then sliced carrots, which are ingredients, and then shredded peppers. Boil it, put it in the liver, blanch it, take it out, put oil in the wok, and put carrots first. I asked my mother curiously: Why put carrots first, not liver first? Mom said: Because carrots can better retain nutrition after being oiled, put carrots first. Then put the pepper and onion, and finally put the liver. Start cooking. My mother cooks with a shovel. My mother holds a pot handle in her left hand and a shovel in her right. The food in the pot seems to have turned over and started to put ingredients. At this time, I saw colorful dishes in the pot, including meat, orange, green and white. Stir-frying for a while is like boiling water. Mother cooked a good dish and I tasted it. Ah, it smells good! Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother: Mom, I'll cook today's meal! My mother looked at me doubtfully and said to me, can you do it? If I can't, can you teach me? Mom finally promised me. My mother told me: Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook. Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness. So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Pupils wrote "My mother taught me to cook and write". Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot. I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it. Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance. Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well? I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good. Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time. I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious. Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.

My mother taught me how to cook. The teacher asked us to learn the same life skills this holiday, so I learned to cook rice with my father.

First of all, I want to fill the rice. My father told me that filling a measuring cup is probably for one person, so I packed three measuring cups. Step two, Taomi. My father told me that there was more water than rice, and then he put his hand in, turned around and took the rice floating on the water, opened the stuck rice, then poured water and repeated it twice; Finally, I put twice as much water as rice, and I did it. Dad also asked me to dry the outside of the inner pot of the rice cooker with a rag, so that it wouldn't be short-circuited, or it would make a stinging sound; Now you can put the inner pot of the rice cooker into the rice cooker, then cover it, plug in the power supply, press the switch, and it will be ok. Wait 20 minutes, and you will have a delicious meal! The most important thing in cooking is to put water. You can't put too much or too little. If you put too much, the rice will be too soft. If you put less, the rice will be too hard, so how much water you put is very important, but I still don't have a clue, so I asked my father to take a look at it for me, so I cooked rice for a week, which was soft and delicious.

Dad told me that he didn't have a rice cooker or an induction cooker when he was a child, and the quality of rice at that time was very poor, with sand, straw and even pebbles in it! So there is another process: take out the sand and pebbles in the rice, and grandma will stay by the stove when cooking, because the fire can't be too big or too small, otherwise it will be burnt or undercooked. I learned to cook. I'm so happy! I decided to cook all the rice in the summer vacation! Eat your own delicious food.

Mother taught me the composition of cooking. The teacher asked us to learn the same life skills this holiday, so I learned to cook rice with my father.

First of all, I want to fill the rice. My father told me that filling a measuring cup is probably for one person, so I packed three measuring cups. Step two, Taomi. My father told me that there was more water than rice, and then he put his hand in, turned around and took the rice floating on the water, opened the stuck rice, then poured water and repeated it twice; Finally, I put twice as much water as rice, and I did it. Dad also asked me to dry the outside of the inner pot of the rice cooker with a rag, so that it wouldn't be short-circuited, or it would make a stinging sound; Now you can put the inner pot of the rice cooker into the rice cooker, then cover it, plug in the power supply, press the switch, and it will be ok.

Wait 20 minutes, and you will have a delicious meal!

The most important thing in cooking is to put water. You can't put too much or too little. If you put too much, the rice will be too soft. If you put less, the rice will be too hard, so how much water you put is very important, but I still don't have a clue, so I asked my father to take a look at it for me, so I cooked rice for a week, which was soft and delicious.

Dad told me that he didn't have a rice cooker or an induction cooker when he was a child, and the quality of rice at that time was very poor, with sand, straw and even pebbles in it! So there is another process: take out the sand and pebbles in the rice, and grandma will stay by the stove when cooking, because the fire can't be too big or too small, otherwise it will be burnt or undercooked.

I learned to cook. I'm so happy! I decided to cook all the rice in the summer vacation!

It's delicious to eat your own cooking!

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It was an afternoon, in order to complete the teacher's task of "being a little chef", I decided to try. The cooking war has begun. I opened the refrigerator, um, there were ribs, eggs, potatoes ........................................................................................................................................................... I'll take out the vegetables first and then wash them. Wash leaves, stems, etc. Then fry it in a pot. I was about to pour oil on the dish when the oil star immediately splashed and burned the back of my hand. I gave a whoop of "Ouch" and then squatted down and rubbed my hands. "I quit!" I say that finish, frustrated to jump on the sofa and sit down. Mom saw it and asked, "What's the matter? Did you burn your hand? It's okay. " Then she taught me how to cook. Xiao He composition network

"Well, I'll try again." I'm strong again. I cooked the food quickly as my mother said. The next step is to cut potatoes. I picked the potatoes, washed them and peeled them. The whole line, too light, just a little. The other knife, too heavy, cut a big piece. I'm all thumbs, but I keep cutting. Slowly, it looks much better. After peeling, I cut the potatoes into small pieces, then add some ingredients and fry them together. Xiaohe composition network can also contribute.

Next is the fish. Fish is too difficult to cook, so I have to ask my mother for guidance. Mom cut off the fish belly for me. It makes me sick. I am most afraid of the fishy smell, and I don't know where to start. After a long study, I came up with a plan. I put the fish on the chopping board. Because I didn't dare to touch the fish, I held a knife in my hands and cut the fish off. As a result, the fish were cut into different sizes. I don't know what ingredients to add when frying. I picked up the soy sauce, and as soon as I poured it into the pot, I poured too much soy sauce. What shall we do? Oh, water! After I thought about it, I quickly picked up the bowl, filled it with some water and poured it into the pot. I accidentally poured too much water, and the fish seemed to be light. I didn't care, adding ingredients at random.

By the way, there is still rice to cook. Mom saw that it was almost time to eat, so she helped me cook, and then let me watch. I just put potatoes, vegetables and fish on the plate and don't care about rice. After a while, a burning smell came to my nose. An instinctive reaction made me look at the rice cooker. "Rice, rice is burnt!" I let out a cry and quickly turned off the fire.

Dinner is finally ready. My grades are: golden rice, fish, light and tasteless potatoes and vegetables. My mom and I tried. Mom said, "It's not bad to do it for the first time." However, the meal was so bad that it was burnt. "I said," didn't the advertisement say' rice should be golden, rice should be golden'? " "Potatoes and vegetables are too weak." "Light food is good for your health. ""That fish is too bitter. " "bitter medicine." My mother couldn't help laughing after listening to my explanation.

I benefited a lot from this cooking. Even if you eat delicacies, they are not as fragrant as yourself. What should I do?

5. My mother taught me to write a composition.

I asked my mother to teach me how to cook tonight. My mother promised me to teach me how to make liver-fried Chili. My mother taught me how to cook and write a composition. Mother washed the liver with water first, and then sliced it. My mother made it for me to grow a pair of bright eyes, then sliced carrots, which are ingredients, and then shredded peppers. Boil it, put it in the liver, blanch it, take it out, put oil in the wok, and put carrots first. I asked my mother curiously: Why put carrots first, not liver first? Mom said: Because carrots can better retain nutrition after being oiled, put carrots first. Then put the pepper and onion, and finally put the liver. Start cooking. My mother cooks with a shovel. My mother holds a pot handle in her left hand and a shovel in her right. The food in the pot seems to have turned over and started to put ingredients. At this time, I saw colorful dishes in the pot, including meat, orange, green and white. Stir-frying for a while is like boiling water. Mother cooked a good dish and I tasted it. Ah, it smells good! Every time I see my mother bring delicious food to the table, my mouth is watering. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I took the initiative to say to my mother: Mom, I'll cook today's meal! My mother looked at me doubtfully and said to me, can you do it? If I can't, can you teach me? Mom finally promised me. My mother told me: Do it yourself first, and think about what my mother does when she can't cook. Then mom went out. First of all, I thought about what I want to eat today. I see. I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today. I took some tomatoes out of the cupboard, washed them and cut them. At first, I was eager, but later I saw whether the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cuts tomatoes, they are all the same thickness. So I cut it again. This time, the tomatoes I cut are much better than the last time. Pupils wrote "My mother taught me to cook and write". Then, I turned on the stove and got angry. I took some eggs and poured some oil into the pot. I knocked the egg against the edge of the bowl, and the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I quickly took a bowl, and then the yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured tomatoes into the pot. I put a spoon in the pot, stirred it and covered the lid. After a while, hot air emerged from the pot. I quickly opened the lid, and the attractive fragrance came out. I quickly picked up the spoon and stirred it. Turn off the fire. I poured tomatoes and scrambled eggs into the plate, and I made another beautiful appearance. Put the plate on the table and I'll call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking. What if I can't do it well? I don't think about it. I think my cooking this time is still very good. Mom came back, and I asked her to check if she was qualified. My mother tasted it and said it was not bad. I'll let you cook it next time. I listened to my mother's praise, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I will work hard next time to make the rice more delicious. Through this story, I understand that I should observe everything around me carefully. If I hadn't observed how my mother cooks, I wouldn't have cooked this meal today. So, don't underestimate every little thing in life, it may be your opportunity to exercise.

[My mother teaches me to write a composition] Composition: What is failure? Nothing, just a step closer to success; What is success? That is, after all the roads leading to failure, there is only one road left, and that is the road to success.

6. The composition of the first steamed rice should be no less than 450 words. Today, my mother approached the kitchen to prepare cooking. I followed her quietly and wanted to come.

Just try it.

When I scoop rice, I am worried: how many meters should I scoop? How much water did you put in? I think every time

Every time you eat as much rice as half a rice cooker, adding so much rice should be almost enough. Mom seems to be watching.

I was out of my mind, and she smiled and said, "There are four people in our family, and at most we can eat a flat bowl."

Where did you get the rice and water? It's enough to cook with the belly of a little finger on the rice. "I'm a grain of salt

Nodded doubtfully, and then did as my mother said.

I scooped up a whole bowl of rice and slowly poured it into the pot. And half a pot of water.

Start washing rice over and over again. I carefully blocked the rice with my arm for fear of being washed away by the water.

Go down. Although I was so careful, I washed away some rice grains. After three times, the rice is over.

After washing, I put my little finger into the rice, added water from my little finger belly and put it into the rice cooker.

Boil, plug in the power and press the start button. The rice cooker began to work.

The rice cooker works very slowly. I waited for more than 40 minutes before the beep.

I was about to turn on the rice cooker when my mother stopped me. She said, "Wait a little longer and stew it out."

Our rice tastes better. "I waited for a minute and couldn't wait to open the rice cooker for everyone to eat.

A bowl full. The whole family praised Daoxiang in unison.

Eating delicious rice, I not only realized the hard work, but also realized the should.

Cherish the labor of others.

7. I learned how to write a holiday in the composition of braised rice in grade three. My parents assigned me a study task, that is, I should seize the time and review the lessons I have learned during the holidays. Don't make me do anything else.

At noon that day, my mother came home from work and cooked in a hurry. She prepared several dishes, including meat and vegetables, to strengthen my nutrition. I'm sitting in my room, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping, feeling a little hectic than usual. Yes! During this time, my mother is very busy at work. She often puts down her chopsticks after dinner and goes to work. In order to give me more meals, I am naturally busier than usual

"ouch!" Suddenly, mother's crying came from the kitchen. I quickly put down my book and ran to the kitchen. I saw my mother's right hand just holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood gushed out between her fingers. I panicked, so I went back to my house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother. Mother simply washed the wound with water, put on a band-aid and continued to be busy.

When eating, my mother is as busy as usual. Put down the chopsticks, told me, picked up the handbag and hurried to work. At home, I am alone. I stared at the food on the table and suddenly felt that I couldn't eat any more. The scene of my mother's finger bleeding just now came to my eyes and stayed for a long time. My heart is beating in panic, my eyes are blurred and tears are flowing. ...

I cleared the table blankly and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were still red, just looking at myself. Suddenly, a heartfelt voice seems to ring in my ear: you are a junior high school student, you should learn to do housework! You are at home on holiday now, helping your mother cook! Let mom eat slowly at noon, so don't be so nervous. Suddenly, I seem to have grown up suddenly.

I quickly sat at my desk and carefully wrote the homework of the day, which seemed to be more serious than usual, and the speed was much faster. I decided: from dinner, I will learn cooking skills and cook for my parents!

I came to the kitchen and began to wash vegetables and stew rice. My mind is searching for the way my mother usually cooks and imitating it. I want to recite the formula and do the same: cut the meat evenly; Shredding potatoes, and shredding; Don't forget to put sugar in the fried tomatoes; You should master the amount of water in rice.

Time is pressing, and my mother will be home at 5: 30 after work. Finally, the meal was served on the table before mom got off work. With the sound of opening the door, mother went home. She smelled the food and came over in surprise. She looked at me strangely as if she understood everything. Mom didn't put down her handbag or even wash her hands. She went straight to the table, picked up chopsticks and tasted them one by one: this dish is delicious, but low in calories; This is delicious, but there is no salt. This ... I saw a contented smile on my mother's face. My mother turned to me and said, tomorrow, I'll teach you how to do it.

From this incident, I gradually learned to feel my mother's love.

8. My mother taught me to do 400 words. It is sunny today. My mother said she wouldn't come tonight. I listened to my mother and thought, what can I do if my mother doesn't come back? By the way, why don't I cook for myself?

After thinking about it, I went to the kitchen to see what dishes could be fried. Oh, no, just a handful of dried noodles and tomatoes. Alas, I had to make tomato vermicelli, and I didn't like it the most. I washed the tomatoes first, and then washed the pot. After a while, I felt tired. Why don't I take a break first ... after the break, I start cooking again. After washing the pot and tomatoes, of course, I started cooking. I first poured a pot of water into the pot and waited for him to open it. After a while, the water boiled. Then I cut the tomatoes, put them in the pot, and finally.

After a while, when the meal is cooked, I can enjoy the fruits of my labor. Hehe, not bad. Try it. Oh, I forgot to put salt in it. I put the pot on the gas stove and quickly put in two spoonfuls of salt. You're finished. I can finally eat it. It's delicious. It's better than what my mother used to cook. In the evening, my mother came back. Fortunately, I didn't sleep. My mother asked me, "What did you eat?" I replied, "I made my own tomato noodles."

Mom said, "Oh, not bad. My child can cook. How clever! " "I smiled and said," Nothing! " Mom said, "I ate out." I'm going to bed first. Good night, baby. " I said, "Good night. "

The revelation of this incident: we should learn everything. As long as we do this, we can all do it well and perfectly. Again, "Where there is a will, there is a way".

9. During the first holiday, my mother steamed rice almost every day. Later, she steamed oatmeal rice. Later, she steamed rice in the microwave oven. It's delicious.

Once, I said to my mother, "Mom, shall I steam rice in the microwave?" "Yes," my mother answered. I am very happy to hear the news.

First, put rice and oats in a special pot for microwave oven and soak for about half an hour. Then, put it in the microwave oven for five minutes and medium fire for ten minutes. While waiting, I thought: Will the rice be undercooked? Will it burn? Will it be neither burnt nor cooked? I have a few question marks in my mind. Thinking, thinking, time is up. When I opened it, it was cooked and not burnt.

And it is delicious rice. I'm so happy.

I am really happy today, because I can steam rice.