How to write a composition for dinner in the kitchen

1. The 600-word article on the theme of dinner has arrived. On the day of suspension, Mr. Qian organized a cadre team and held an unforgettable dinner.

A group of us walked into the energetic kitchen talking and laughing, and immediately began to operate according to the plan. Qi Xin started peeling potatoes, washing cucumbers, cutting carrots, shredding and peeling onions. Everyone is doing their work with a smile, and the kitchen is full of laughter and excitement. In a short time, we will be finished!

The next step is deployment. It's time for Mr. Qian to shine! Mr. Qian skillfully cut bacon and cheese into large plates, put shredded potatoes and onions in them, then poured flour, fully stirred, and then poured some ingredients and flour, fully stirred. Then add a small amount of oil to the inner core of the rice cooker and pour the contents of the plate into the pot. You're done! In the process of baking, we started the second project-Bao jiaozi. Teacher Qian will make the noodles first, and then we will knead the noodles into balls and add the stuffing. With so many people wrapping together, people have no time to rub the stuffing. In a short time, the plate was full. Tangyuan is in the pot.

"I want to fry chicken chops!" I don't know who shouted, and everyone ran to the kitchen. Mr. Qian first took out a piece of chicken breast and put it in the pot. Suddenly, oil spilled everywhere, and everyone took a step back. Slowly, the chicken chops gave off a burst of fragrance, and everyone was drooling. After about seven or eight minutes, Mr. Qian took out the chicken chops. Someone saw it and immediately went forward to take it away. But Mr. Qian said: "It's not cooked yet, cut into pieces and fry!" Ah, that's it. We have to wait. However, the chicken chops will be ready soon. As soon as we saw them, everyone scrambled to grab all the pieces. Some people are too slow to see the chicken chops and have to drool!

But don't lose heart, there are potatoes, pizza, jiaozi! They came out one by one, and they were delicious. Everyone wolfed down the food. ...

This dinner is really unforgettable! Not only delicious, but also greatly improved my cooking! The most important thing is to greatly improve the cohesion of our class!

2. The composition of family dinners is mainly based on characters' actions. "

My father-in-law is a big family, 1 1 brothers and sisters, plus more than 60 children and grandchildren from each family! To celebrate this rare family, we hold a party on the first day of every year.

This year is no exception. In previous years, we always held it in the grand hotel, but we always felt a little empty and not enough to get together. This year, my mother specially found a smaller hotel and built the whole second floor. Coincidentally, there is a place on the second floor that can be used as a stage. My mother asked the waiter to bring the table, and then removed the stereo and TV set so that everyone could sing and have a party. What kinds of programs and games are there in this year's party? What prizes will there be? I look forward to it. ...

New Year's Day has finally arrived! At two o'clock, our family arrived at the hotel on time. On the second floor, it turned out that we were the first to arrive, so I helped my mother prepare some game equipment. After a while, guests came one after another. This year, the host of the event is me, Lele's sister, mother and uncle Xiaoxing. Our theme is: Happy Camp.

In the first program, I read Disciples Rules with Lele's sister. We read aloud generously. Although we were thirsty after watching it for a long time, it was sweet to hear the warm applause from our relatives. The second program is announced by me: "Next, let's play a game-grab a chair. Who wants to participate? " Many people raised their hands, including the old man. So, I invited five old people to the stage first. When the music started, the old people walked at a brisk pace with the cheerful music. I also noticed that their eyes kept looking sideways at the chair, fearing that they would lose if they didn't get the chair. I couldn't help laughing. At this time, the music came to an abrupt end, and only the sound of the chair "Yi Yi Ya" was heard-the old people sat down quickly, alas! My aunt is lost. Uncle Xiaoxing asked her to draw a sign in her bag. When she finished painting, she read aloud with a microphone: "Please name the capitals of five countries." My aunt is not bad. She said it all in less than a minute, and my mother gave her a glass jar award. Then, my mother invited five children to play "grab chairs" on the stage, and my four friends and I ran on the stage happily, this time using the elimination system. The music started, and we began to turn around the chair. "Stop!" An old man suddenly shouted, we quickly sat down and caused a burst of laughter. It turned out that grandpa was teasing us! Everyone stood up and circled again, the music stopped, and we quickly sat down. Miaomiao's younger brother was eliminated, and I was relieved ... In the third round, it was just me and Lele's sister. We gave each other a bitter look, which means that good friends are going to become' enemies'. The music started again, and Lele and I turned round and round, but the music just kept playing, and my head was dizzy! At this moment, the music suddenly stopped, ah! I went around behind the chair! Lele narrowly won. I thought: that's it. It seems that I have to answer this question. I drew a sign with a sad face and unfolded it-my frown turned into a smile: "Please sing the same song for people over 70 years old." How nice it is to get a gift without thinking! I got a tiger doll, and Mao Mao's brother was so jealous that he deliberately extended his fist to me.

I also instruct old people to sing. This is my first time as a conductor. Facing the older generation, I was shivering with nervousness. Fortunately, my eyes met my grandmother, and she smiled at me, which made my heart more practical. At the beginning of the music, grandma seemed to know that I was not good at conducting, so she sang and conducted with me. I imitated grandma's gestures to complete the command task. I really want to thank grandma, or I'll make a fool of myself!

Next, everyone has dinner together. I poured drinks for my relatives at this table, and then began to eat with chopsticks. I was so hungry ... after dinner, we ended the happy party with colorful fireworks.

I wish you a happy and unforgettable New Year's Day! I really hope this kind of party can last forever!

3. Composition about the kitchen The most lively place in my home is the kitchen.

On Saturday, I heard the sound of running water, so I came down from upstairs and went to the kitchen to see that my mother was cooking. When my mother was ready to wash vegetables, I immediately moved a small bench. I sat there watching my mother wash the vegetables. When washing vegetables, the water makes a "rushing" sound. Ah! How fast the water is flowing! After washing vegetables, we began to cut vegetables. When cutting vegetables, the kitchen knife and knife board make a "pedal" sound. Just like us, when we step on the ground with our feet, we will also make a "pedal" sound. As fast as a flying knife. When you finish cutting vegetables and start cooking, you make a "squeaky" sound, just like a chicken crowing. It's really like going to the country.

My kitchen is full of noise and smoke. This is my vibrant kitchen.

4. A sumptuous dinner. My (Nicola's) wish has finally come true, and grandma's birthday is coming again. We happily go to the restaurant to eat, but every time we make a big noise.

I wore a blue suit, but this time I didn't complain too much about it. My mother is wearing a blue coat and a pair of jeans. Besides, Uncle Eugene, who likes telling jokes, wore a very big tie today, which looks very funny.

Before dinner, I played pinball with my cousin Ella. I won three times. How handsome!

After everyone arranged their seats, they began to serve. A waiter in a black tuxedo began to serve us sausages, which is my favorite. I eat a lot. But cousin ella started to make trouble. He said sausages were not delicious, and he wanted oysters. Mandy Menstruation advised him not to make a hullabaloo about, so he put all the mayonnaise on Mandy Menstruation's face, and Mandy Menstruation scolded Ella.

Then Uncle Okin started telling a great joke, but he accidentally knocked over his coffee and dropped his fork. When he continued telling jokes, he bent down to pick them up. Later, his voice trailed off, and then he suddenly appeared on the other side of the table. Dad shouted, "Eugene, this is not a playground!" " "Uncle Eugene smiled and replied," You are jealous that you can't walk quietly like me. "

The next meal is pizza, so handsome! It's full of cheese, diced ham and large pieces of meat floss. I ate three pieces. Dessert is ice cream, covered! This is vanilla chocolate.

This time, the waiter was stumped. How cool it would be if this kind of family dinner came several times a year. Yasan is a chubby little friend, who loves to eat and always eats in his mouth. We are best friends. ) I must be envious after listening to it.

5. What do you think after dinner? Last night, our department had a meal at Jose's restaurant. I was going to travel. Later, when we stopped going out, we decided to have dinner. I remember that in the past, whenever something worth celebrating or being happy happened, no matter how big or small, someone would always propose a meal. So people in a circle decide the grade of food according to the size of things, either hotels or street stalls. What you eat is secondary, and the key is a happy atmosphere. Even in the same unit, or close friends, because of independent work, there are few opportunities to really open up. Therefore, colleagues' dinners have special value. When we get together, we have to drink, eat and chat. Some people make people laugh, while others make people jump. But it is more of a harmonious atmosphere. Even if there are any festivals, we have to endure them, at least before eating and drinking. Some people drink and talk nonsense; Some people can eat, drink to each other and laugh at kindness and enmity.

I should have been very happy, but once I made a speech at a dinner party, and I was tired of the company's dinner party to some extent.

That seems to be when I was repairing water in Jiujiang in 2009. Those days were really endless meals, and I wanted to throw up! It is inevitable to have endless meals and drinks with those section chiefs, directors, mayors and townships every day. I remember on the wine table, a male colleague who is similar to me said that Jane is really an old uncle who spilled on the table, and she doesn't know the rules on the wine table, nor does she know how to toast or talk. Drink for the first time, and then try your best to propose a toast. One leader and one leader propose a toast. I wanted to be casual, but those people just wouldn't let you go and had to live. Finally, they were dizzy and walked unsteadily. Finally, my colleagues said that I didn't understand anything, and the rookie who spilled it on the table also drank himself to pieces.

Think about it carefully, what he said is true, but I was still young at that time, and I never thought that I would get drunk because of the profound meaning of eating. After I left for Hangzhou, I ate in Lvdu, Difina and Caicai. As long as there were departments, I basically kept silent. This time, too, I just sat in this luxurious bag and ate quietly without saying a word, which led my colleagues to say that I was boring, had never seen the world and couldn't let go. I just laughed it off.

6. New Year's Eve composition More than 500 New Year's Eve dinners are accompanied by the baptism of the cold wind. With the fireworks, a brand-new year has come again. On this festive day, my greedy kitten has a lot to eat! Among the many customs and activities in the New Year, New Year's Eve is also a beautiful scenery.

Finally, come to the red apricot restaurant for New Year's Eve dinner. After a brief greeting with relatives, I couldn't wait to sit down and wait for delicious food. But just looking at those cold dishes makes my mouth water.

Maybe I stared at the food for too long, and my mother seemed to read my mind. Whispered: "bear with me a little longer, I know you are hungry, and you will get well soon."

Look! Braised pigeons are waving to me! It's fragrant and shiny. It's my favorite. Look! Steamed mandarin fish is calling me: "don't you like me best?" Hurry up! " "The so-called more than a year.

I couldn't help but swallow another mouthful of saliva. Finally, grandma raised her glass and said, "Happy New Year, everyone! Cheers! Feel free! " I quickly took a sip of coke.

Pick up chopsticks and start eating. Well, the pigeon skin was tender, salty and fresh, and I immediately tore it into my mouth.

Before I could swallow it, I scooped up a bowl of Pingqiao bean curd soup. It's delicious. Tofu melts in your mouth. It tastes excellent and has an indescribable delicacy. Taste vegetarian dishes, wow! Tarragon is crunchy. If you chew the soft and spicy dried bean curd, you will immediately smell the fragrance in your mouth, which is filled with salty juice. It's really delicious, E69DA5E87AA7A68696416f313339656532.

In addition, there are spicy cabbage with runny nose, fat but not greasy Sichuan-style pork, and steamed salmon that melts in the mouth ... In this way, everyone is beaming, laughing and enjoying this delicious food, and their hearts are full of joy. Ah, I'm hungry after that. Let's start together.

7. An article describing the kitchen Zhang Guoli, a middle-aged male writer in Taiwan Province Province, has a petty bourgeoisie who wrote an article "Kitchen Evolution", reviewing his mother's kitchen, his ex-wife's kitchen and his own kitchen, and describing in detail the kitchen he and his wife now own. Mom's kitchen is a magical space that he thought "put the dough into the steamer, and the steamer will automatically spit out delicious Chinese cabbage buns after a few hours"; His ex-wife's kitchen is a strange space. He never pokes his foot into a semi-disabled man. He is spoiled. Your own kitchen is a fashion space to maintain the relationship between father and daughter and pursue your girlfriend by the way; Now, the open kitchen owned by my wife is an important space for the right living room, the back desk and the smell of food that permeates the whole house from time to time.

This writer's pen is always full of magnetism. I visited his kitchen for a while, and I remembered the kitchen I had been to.

I remember it was in the mid-1970s. We moved to a tube-shaped building in my father's unit. * * * Two floors, open-air stairs. Limited housing, basically a family of four is divided into two single rooms, each about 12- 15 square meters. The residents inside don't have a separate kitchen. Every household has a briquette stove in the corridor, next to a long table with a chopping board and some pots and pans. The public water room is at the end of the corridor. Every time I wash vegetables and fill pots, I have to walk through a long corridor and take a look at the furnishings that others always think are more beautiful than my own.

Opposite the door is a Shandong person. Their breakfast, lunch and dinner are always noodles, steamed bread, pancakes and other pasta. Because of them, I knew for the first time that steamed bread can be round, and my previous understanding of the shape of steamed bread was limited to the shape of steamed bread cut with a knife. In this aisle kitchen, my family should not be able to cook delicious dishes. As far as I can remember, the young couple next door and next door often fry spicy peppers, making the whole floor smoky and sneezing.

In the early 1980s, my kitchen was a single room, and the outside was made of wood boards, linoleum and other materials, with an area of about 8-9 square meters. Pots and pans are placed on the long table, and pots and pans are placed in the cupboard, lined up along the wall. Simple window with a stove under the window frame. If it rains, pull the stove away from the window, because the edge of the window is not well sealed and the rain will seep in. At that time, honeycomb briquette was burned, and the furnace was sealed at night, and there was no need to regenerate the furnace for several days. It's my job to make a stove, so what impressed me most in this kitchen is that I was smoked to tears, and my mother also blamed me for not sealing the stove last night. As a result, I may eat raw rice at noon and be late for work and school in the afternoon.

Another thing happened in this kitchen, which I will never forget. Because the kitchen is in disrepair, there is a wide gap between the boards on the wall. One winter night, a wild cat seemed to use bone shrinkage to get through a wide crack, then managed to get into the bedroom next to my kitchen and jumped on my bed. Because of the cold, it arched hard under the bed. I vaguely felt something, trying to push the "obstacle" away, but I didn't expect to touch a furry living thing. I sat up with a "wow-"and subconsciously threw the wild cat out. The cat gave a meow and ran away. I stayed there for a long time and didn't find my soul. Since then, I have been insulated from furry pets.

1985, I finally walked into the kitchen of the apartment. The windows are watertight and the walls are airtight. Black coal was replaced by gas. Looking around the kitchen, it is spacious and bright, and the items are scattered all over the floor. However, this neat arrangement will be accidentally destroyed.

At that time, dad often went on business trips. When dad is on a business trip, mom tries to avoid killing chickens and geese. Once my father was on a long business trip, my mother saw that the live chicken at home was getting thinner and thinner, and she was distressed and determined to kill it. I am called an "accomplice" in the kitchen. My job is to hold the chicken tightly: hold the drumstick in my right hand, twist the chicken neck with my left hand, and wipe the chicken neck with my mother's knife. As a result, my mother's hand was shaking all the time, and the chicken struggled badly in pain. As soon as I let go, the chicken banged around in the kitchen with a bloody neck. I stood still, and my mother scolded me for being useless and ordered me to catch chickens. People struggle with chickens, and finally chickens are not enemies, but are caught, slaughtered and scalded. . . After stopping, I looked at the kitchen after the chicken flew, two words-"chaos".