Writing a composition is like cooking.

Cooking for the first time

I have some experience in talking about cooking. From the age of 1, I had an idea to learn cooking with my parents, hoping to be a good cook like them in the future.

in the past, every time I ate, because I couldn't cook, I could only sit at the table, wait until my parents cooked the food, and then help me bring it to the table and enjoy it. Ever since I started the idea of learning to cook, every time my parents cook, I stand by and watch and learn the steps and methods of cooking different dishes. However, after studying for half a year, I didn't learn, and I couldn't do anything. However, I didn't lose heart and kept on learning. Sure enough, "Hard work pays off". Last National Day, I finally learned a dish and successfully cooked it.

On the night of National Day, my parents and I said, "Today, I will cook a dish-'scrambled eggs with chives'. Please taste it and see if I have done well." So, just do it, and I immediately started. To cook this dish, you need the following materials: chives, eggs, salt, chicken essence and so on. First of all, to make proper preparations, first chop up the shallots and mix the eggs well. Then, put the minced chives into the eggs, stir them evenly, and add the ingredients such as salt and chicken essence. Step 3, put the oil in the pot, heat it to 7~8℃, pour the chives egg paste into the pot, and fry it for 3-5 minutes with high fire. Finally, put the scrambled eggs into the bowl, and a delicious scrambled egg with chives is made. I watched the time while cooking, for fear of keeping them waiting. I was busy for about a quarter of an hour, and finally I finished it, thinking: haha! I finally cooked a delicious dish, and my parents will praise me for doing it well after eating it.

After cleaning the stove, I put the food on the table. My parents smelled the charming fragrance and couldn't wait to eat it. After tasting it carefully, they repeatedly praised me and said that I had grown up and learned to cook. I listened to it, and my heart was full of joy.

Is it all right? If it's good, it's best to give the best, and it's best to give extra points. Thank you.

Good luck. 2. Find a piece of composition about cooking with about 8 words.

I learned to cook.

Today is Sunday, and I have nothing to do at home, so my mother asked me if I want to learn to cook, and I thought to myself, "If I learn to cook, It can also increase my knowledge: "I readily agreed.

After learning, our mother and son came to the kitchen, and my mother used props for cooking. First, my mother told me to wash the iron pot and spatula with detergent, and I had to wash them with clear water three times before cooking. I did as my mother told me. I took the pot in one hand and the things washed in the other, and brushed around, brushed and then.

Then we have to wash vegetables. My mother told me that washing vegetables is mainly to wash away the harmful substances in the vegetables, so I put the vegetables in the water, and then washed them one by one by hand. After washing them several times, I washed them well.

After washing them, my mother told me to put the pot on the gas stove, so I turned on the gas stove. My mother said beside me, "After turning on the gas, let the pot burn." 。" Before my mother's words were finished, I started cooking. While cooking, I said, ""Cooking turned out to be such an easy thing. "I took the pot and fried it right and left, and suddenly I smelled a smell. Later, my mother said angrily," Son! Does anyone cook like this? Smart as you are, you don't even know how to cook. If you don't have oil, then the food won't be delicious. I said you didn't listen, but your cleverness was mistaken by your cleverness. Now it's okay! Cook all the dishes.' My mother brought the spatula in my hand, and showed it to me once. While cooking, she said, "You can't cook casually, and cook with your heart step by step." Then my mother gave me the spatula, poured all the burnt dishes, and cooked it again. I boiled the water in the pot first, then put the peanut oil down, and my mother was in mine. I asked my mother, "There's salt." My mother replied, yes, there's salt. I immediately brought something with salt, picked some salt and put it in the pot. Then I scooped up the vegetables and looked at the fruits of my labor. My heart was full of sweetness.

When I tasted the fruits of my labor and ate them with relish, I finally learned to cook.

Through this study, I learned that no matter what. Only in this way can you learn skills. If you don't listen to others' teaching and think you are smart, you will accomplish nothing. 3. Write a 4-word composition about cooking

As soon as my hardworking father gets off work, he will go home, open the door and get into the kitchen. There was a quarrel between the faucet and the basin, and a lot of water was released. The young vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove "crackled" and the flames "snapped" out. The oil danced "zi zi", and the little greens jumped into the iron pot, and the shovel stirred it "ding ding", like greeting the dear iron pot brothers. Add seasoning, dad "clanged" out the plate, put the small vegetables in, and a plate of delicious small vegetables was ready. Dad took the green vegetables to the table and then got into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together. Dad put on gloves and reached into the basin to wash the blood off the bones. "Bang bang bang" the bone was cut into small pieces. Dad took half a pot of water, put it on the gas stove, and started to burn it. Then he put the bones in it and put some onions, some yellow wine, some salt and some vinegar on it for half an hour. Half an hour passed, my father opened the lid, took out the big shot, put the soup in, and brought it to the table. Two dishes were cooked, my mother came back, and the three of us had dinner together.

Maybe everyone thinks cooking is a headache, but I found the fun of cooking today.

I was walking on my way home and saw the strong wind whistling and the leaves rustling. As soon as I got to the corridor, a wisp of fragrance went straight into my nostrils, and I immediately ran up in one breath. As soon as I pushed the door, I saw my mother cooking braised pork!

I saw my mother turn on the tap, wash the meat clean, and put it on the chopping block, with fat meat standing in a row and lean meat standing in a row. When the hot pot "shout shout" is steaming, it pours a little oil, and mother makes a few "tinkling" shovels with a shovel, and the oil is evenly spread all over the bottom of the pot. When the fat meat enters the pot, it is so hot that it bursts out. When Brother Lean laughs at the fat meat, it is also poured into the pot with a splash, and the fat meat and lean meat roll up and down on the spatula. Immediately, a black lid rushed at them, and everyone cooked together in the pot. After a while, my mother lifted the lid, poured in soy sauce, white sugar, and the meat was dyed red, and "glug" bubbled in the pot.

After cooking for a while, when the soup was almost sucked dry by the meat, my mother sprinkled some salt and turned it over while frying. The red sauce wrapped the meat sticky, and the braised meat was finally done! When the aroma filled the whole kitchen, the braised pork had been "snapped" into the plate, and I, a greedy little cat, had taken a piece and chewed it in my mouth. With a gentle bite, the oil of braised pork came out and almost burned my mouth! 4. Write a composition about cooking with onomatopoeia

Is pancakes ok?

Kitchen Music

On Saturday morning, my mother and I couldn't remember what to eat. My mother suddenly made a suggestion-pancakes.

Mom went into the kitchen to get busy, and there was a beautiful "music" in the kitchen. Mother first dug two cups of flour, poured a little water, and then "whizzed" it up, as fast as a flying cloud. The batter soon lived well, and my mother cut chopped green onion again, and then cut a little ham sausage into the batter, stirred it, and the preparations were ready, so she began to bake cakes.

My mother asked me to pour some batter into the electric baking pan. As soon as I poured in the batter, the oil flowers in the pan splashed on the table. I hurried back and was glad that the oil flowers didn't splash on me. In this way, one cake after another is ready. I am very excited. Although I am very tired, I am very happy to help my mother cook.

When Dad came back from work, he slammed the door and smelled the smell of pancakes. So he smelled the smell and came to the kitchen. When he saw our baked cakes, he quickly took one with chopsticks and ate it "click, click". My heart is so happy to see my father eating so well!

Author: Fierce abbreviation 5. Ask for a 45-word homework on cooking

Early this morning, I opened my sleepy eyes through the window with soft sunshine. I saw that the clock on the table showed 6:3, and I thought my parents should still be asleep. At this time, I wanted to give my parents a surprise-to be the "chief helmsman" for one day.

At this thought, I couldn't resist my excitement. I immediately got up and washed, dressed carefully, walked gently to the hall, took out my pocket money from my piggy bank and went to the market. Wow! The vegetable market is really lively! Although the vegetable market is not very big, it sells a lot of things! The so-called sparrow is small-it has everything.

after I turned around, I bought some tomatoes and chicken eggs ... When I got home, I put the rice in a basin to wash it, then put the clean rice in the rice cooker, cover the pot, then turn on the power and start cooking. Then take out tomatoes and eggs, wash them and cut them for later use, then light the fire, pour a spoonful of oil into the pot, and then add ginger, garlic and so on. Then add the beaten eggs and tomatoes, stir-fry them back and forth, and finally add seasonings such as salt and monosodium glutamate. Soon after, a simple scrambled egg with tomatoes came out of the pot.

breakfast, finally done. And I'm sweating like a pig. I'm looking forward to my parents getting up and tasting. Suddenly, I heard a sound coming from my parents' room, which told my parents to get up. As soon as they got out of the door, they saw my cooking. They were in high spirits, as if they couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. They immediately tasted it and praised me as a capable and good son, and the cooked food was delicious.

Through this time, I feel that cooking is not that easy. I deeply realize that my parents work so hard every day, and they have to cook, wash clothes, correct my homework and mop the floor when they come home ... Sometimes they have to face the coldness that we think their cooking is not appetizing. This "chief helmsman" is not easy! I feel deeply ashamed at the thought of this ... I think we should do more things to help our parents during the holidays and lighten their burden. 6. extract an essay about cooking in 6 words

I saw my mother make mixed cucumbers, so I did it like that. I cut the cucumber into long pieces, but the cucumber always rolls around when I don't listen to you, and I haven't cut it many times. My mother said you should catch it and cut it like this. I think it's still mom's major. I cut it as my mother taught me, and soon I cut a plate. The next step should be to mix the sauce. I brought the bowl, first poured some soy sauce, then some vinegar, then scooped up a spoonful of sesame juice, and finally poured some sesame oil and mixed it well. The seasoning was finally made. Mother put the food on the table and said to her father, "Have a taste of the food cooked by my daughter." Dad picked up the cucumber, dipped it in some sauce and started to do it. I tried to cook it according to my mother's cooking method. I washed the cabbage first, peeled a few potatoes, then opened the electric frying pan and poured some oil into it. Soon, the oil smoked. At this time, I quickly poured soy sauce and then poured the vegetables into the pan to stir fry. After frying for a while, I added some salt and water, and then covered the pot. After about five or six minutes, the food was ready. At this time, my parents came back. They were very happy to see me cooking. I quickly let them taste my cooking, and my parents said it was delicious after tasting it. I also tasted it with curiosity, and it turned out that it was not delicious, and the food seemed undercooked. But I still let my mother call me the next dish

stir-fried pork heart ".

I can't wait. I really want to start making at once. The first step is to peel onions. My mother told me to peel the onion from the protruding head layer by layer to the root. I took the biggest one and peeled off its first thin skin. This layer of skin is dry and easy to peel off, and it will fall off with a gentle rub. Peel off the first layer and you will see a deep purple color. This layer is a little thicker than the previous one, and it is a little difficult to peel. I peeled the onion layer by layer until it was pink. Then, knead and knead the pig heart in water, rinse it and cut it into small pieces with onions. The smell of onion is very heavy, which makes my eyes red and makes me cry. But the pig's heart is fishy, and it's hard to cut because it's still dangling.

it's finally fired. I put the shredded ginger cut in advance into the pot that has just been poured with oil and lit on fire. When the oil is hot, scrape the pig's heart into the pot with a shovel and stir it back and forth. Because I was too anxious, I accidentally spilled the oil on my hand. I was afraid that the contents in the pot would burn, so I didn't care much, so I quickly wiped it off and continued to work. I saw that the water in the pot was running out, so my mother asked me to pour it into the pot with less than half a bowl of tap water. It takes about two or three times to pour water like this, and the same amount is poured every time. Later, under the guidance and supervision of my mother, I poured some cooking wine and soy sauce to remove the fishy smell. When the pig's heart turns pale, I reach out and bend my waist to pour in the side dishes, onions and peppers, and then stir-fry with a shovel to soak the soy sauce in the side dishes. There was a lot more in the pot at once, which made it difficult to turn over a lot. I held the spatula in my right hand, gripped the handle of the pot with my left hand, scraped the food in the middle, poked it in the middle with the spatula, and then stir-fried. Finally, after I covered the pot, I smothered the dish for a while, and then sprinkled the salt and chicken essence evenly on the dish.

finally, I lifted the lid of the pot, and a fragrant smell came to my eyes. The stir-fried pork heart with bright colors and delicious sauce was served. I picked up a piece, which was fragrant, tender and delicious. 7. Write a composition about cooking, using at least five pictophonetic words

First cooking

First cooking

Ding Lijing, sixth grade of Denglin Primary School in Shijing Township, Huaining County

Today is Sunday, and my mother is out doing farm work. It's almost noon, and my stomach has already protested to me, but my mother hasn't come back yet. What should I do? By the way, a few days ago, the teacher taught us to share more housework for our parents. Why don't I take this opportunity to help my mother cook a meal?

as I said, I found some potatoes, and finally peeled them and washed them.

I cut potatoes. I waved my kitchen knife like my mother, but it didn't work in my hand. I went east and it turned west. Look at the potato again, and it seems to be deliberately against me, rolling over on the cutting board.