Look at the details of mom's cooking and describe the composition, grade one.

1. Please use 100 to describe the details of mom's cooking! It's half past five in the morning. Why is there no mother cooking in the kitchen? I got dressed and came to the kitchen curiously. Where is my mother? I turned and walked to my mother's room. When I opened the door, I saw my mother still lying in bed. I can see from the painful expression on her face that she is ill. Dad hasn't come back from work yet. What should I do? At this time, my mother said to me in a weak voice, "The rice is ready, so eat it while it is hot!" "

I came to the kitchen again. Looking at these cold meals, I can't help but think of the scene where my mother asks me to eat every morning-my mother cooks hot meals and puts them on the table for me to eat. But today, what should I do? By the way, my mother usually cooks for me. Today I will cook for my mother! At the beginning, I poured the rice into the frying spoon, lit the gas, and then fried the rice evenly with a shovel. After a while, the rice began to steam, so I put the rice into two bowls respectively. Ah, the fried spoon's rice is burnt. Anyway, I quickly heated the dish again. After a while, the food was hot. I put the food in the bowl and tasted it again. The crispness of cucumber slices completely disappeared. Even so, looking at my masterpiece-steaming food, I still have unspeakable joy in my heart.

I hurried into my mother's room with food. My mother saw me and asked, "Are you full?" I didn't answer my mother's question. I just gently put the food on the table beside my mother's bed and said to my mother, "Let's eat together!" " "My mother was surprised at first, and soon a smile appeared on her face. Then, she reluctantly sat up from the bed, touched my head and said to me, "My son is really sensible and knows how to care about his mother. "Her eyes sparkled with tears of excitement." You eat first, I'm not hungry. With your heart, my mother's illness will be better than half. "This makes me happy. After my repeated entreaties, my mother finally tasted the food I cooked for her. Although the food was a little burnt and not very delicious, my mother nodded and said, "delicious!" "

After dinner, I packed my dishes and chopsticks. I went to school with the rising sun.

I learned to cook by reading 600 words of my mother's cooking composition.

I woke up this morning, got dressed and found my mother still sleeping. I didn't wake her up until she got up to cook. At this moment, an idea flashed through my mind: I am ten years old and it is time to learn to cook.

I came to the kitchen to see what I could do. I found some mung beans. Remembering that my parents are very busy at work these days, I have long been angry. Mung beans can remove fire, so I decided to burn mung bean tea.

I took a small bowl, filled it with a bowl of mung beans, picked up the dirty things inside, washed them with water, filled half a pot of water in the rice cooker, poured the washed mung beans into the rice cooker, turned on the power, and put the rice cooker on the cooking stall to prepare for cooking.

What dishes are fried? Mom usually likes scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so make scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I first took four eggs and two tomatoes and knocked them into the bowl like my mother. At this time, I was in trouble: I didn't know how much salt to put. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother usually only puts a little salt in scrambled eggs. I put a little as usual, stirred it well and put it aside. Before long, I heard the sound of "beep". It turned out that the oil was scalded, so I hurried. At this time, I am relieved. When I went back to get the tomatoes, I found that the tomatoes were not cut. I quickly picked up the knives and cut them open. I cut them on the chopping board first, but I got a tomato juice on the chopping board. At this moment, I suddenly remembered that my mother usually cut it, and I carefully cut it into the bowl as usual. After a while, I cut the tomatoes. I turned on the fire and waited for the water in the pot to dry. I quickly poured the tomatoes into the pot, turned them over for a while, then put the eggs back into the pot, added Nande seasoning and monosodium glutamate, stirred them evenly, and poured them into the plate. A plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes was ready.

Open the rice cooker and see that the mung bean has blossomed. I knew the mung bean tea was cooked, so I took them out and served them on the table to wake my mother.

Mom got up and saw the food on the table. She was surprised and asked, "Who did this?" "I succeeded!" I am proud to say. "Really? My child has grown up and can cook! " I was flattered by my mother's praise.

I learned this meal bit by bit when I usually watched my mother cook. It seems that "attention is everywhere"! In the future, I will observe carefully everywhere in my study and life, pay attention everywhere and learn more knowledge.

I learned to pack jiaozi.

In my life, there are many people to thank. Thanks to my mother who brought me into this world, thanks to Miss Huang and Miss Li who taught me, thanks ... Among them, the most grateful is my mother, who loves me so much and is kind to me, which I will never forget!

My mother is very strict. I remember once, when I was in preschool, my teacher assigned me a copy assignment. Because I want to play, I am busy writing and show it to my mother for examination. She looked at it, then looked at me with stern eyes, and said seriously, so scribbled, you should rewrite it! "I have to rewrite it morosely. I didn't want to rewrite it, so I just erased some scribbled handwriting and left the rest unchanged. My mother read it and criticized me more severely. I pursed my mouth with tears and didn't want to write, but when I saw my mother's strict eyes, I had to take it back and write again. This time I learned the lessons of the first two classes and rewrote them carefully and neatly. Mom looked at it and smiled happily. She said happily, "son, are you sad that you were asked to rewrite it just now?" I nodded in injustice. Mother said earnestly, "son, do you think your homework is more neat and beautiful than just now?" "So we should learn a lesson in the future and don't make such mistakes again." I nodded. Now my handwriting is so neat and beautiful, I have to thank my mother for her strict requirements!

I am forever grateful to my good mother who raised me.

Today, when I came home from school, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen and walked into the kitchen gently. I saw that she was preparing to burn tomatoes and scrambled eggs.

I saw my mother break the egg, pour the egg white and yolk into the bowl, and keep stirring with chopsticks for a while, and the egg turned into egg paste. Mother cut the tomatoes into small pieces again.

The preparations were finished, and mother began to burn. Mother turned on the range hood first, then lit the gas stove and put it in the wok. Then she poured the oil into the pot and put the onion and ginger in it.

I saw my mother waiting, so I asked curiously, "Mom, what are you waiting for? Why not just put the eggs and tomato pieces in? " Mom smiled and replied, "You can't put the dishes in until the oil is boiled." Oh! I see! Cooking is also learned.

The oil boiled, and my mother gently put the eggs in the pot and kept turning it over. After a while, it turned into a big omelet. Mother cut the egg roll into pieces with a shovel and put it on a plate for later use.

Then I put a little oil in the pot. When the oil is hot, I fry the tomatoes in the pot, add seasoning, fry them until they are half cooked, and then put the eggs in and fry them. After a while, a fragrant smell came to my nose, and my mother put the food on the plate.

5. composition watching my mother cook and eat every day, I don't think my mother cooks well. One day, I watched my mother cook and learned. I cook for everyone, and it must be better than my mother.

Today, when I came home from school, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen and walked into the kitchen gently. I saw my mother preparing to burn tomatoes and scrambled eggs. I saw my mother break the egg, pour the egg white and yolk into the bowl, and keep stirring with chopsticks for a while, and the egg turned into egg paste. Mother cut the tomatoes into small pieces again. The preparations were finished, and mother began to burn. Mother turned on the range hood first, then lit the gas stove and put it in the wok. Then she poured the oil into the pot and put the onion and ginger in it. I saw my mother waiting, so I asked curiously, "Mom, what are you waiting for? Why not just put the eggs and tomato pieces in? " Mom smiled and replied, "You can't put the dishes in until the oil is boiled." Oh! I see! Cooking is also learned. The oil boiled, and my mother gently put the eggs in the pot and kept turning it over. After a while, it turned into a big omelet. Mother cut the egg roll into pieces with a shovel and put it on a plate for later use. Then I put a little oil in the pot. When the oil is hot, I fry the tomatoes in the pot, add seasoning, fry them until they are half cooked, and then put the eggs in and fry them. After a while, a fragrant smell came to my nose, and my mother put the food on the plate.

I think it's not easy to cook a simple dish! It's a shame to think that I am very picky about my mother's cooking at ordinary times! Mom cooks for us every day, so hard, I am not satisfied. Tonight, I tasted the food cooked by my mother with relish. I think the food smells good today.

6. The seventh-grade composition Mother's dishes are sweet, sour and spicy. . .. but I think everything my mother cooks is made with love, so my mother cooks the best food.

One day, it was very cold and it was snowing heavily outside. My mother came home from work very late. My brother and I were already hungry, but looking at my mother's face flushed with cold, we advised her to have a rest and warm up before cooking. No matter how much we advised, mother insisted on cooking at once. My mother cooked several of our favorite dishes, three times, five times and twice. Eating these hot dishes, I feel that this is the best meal I have ever eaten. Even the rice is sweet!

Don't think that my mother cooks me a lot of delicious food every day! My mother is worried that my brother and I are overnourished and unbalanced, and we strictly control the food mix every day. My brother and I like meat very much. My mother always cooks all kinds of vegetables in different ways and tells us the benefits of eating vegetables. Although we are still thinking about delicious meat in our hearts, we know our mother's good intentions and still eat her cooking with relish. Mom looked at the way we ate and smiled with relief!

My brother and I eat delicious food cooked by my mother every day and grow tall and strong.

7. composition watch mom cook and watch mom do composition

Today, when I grew up and wanted to cook for everyone, I ran to the kitchen to watch my mother cook. Mom asked me to eat braised pork ribs today. I couldn't help jumping up, because it was my favorite.

Mother washes the chopped ribs, onions and other ingredients first. Turn on the gas stove, light the fire, pour Huang Chengcheng oil into the pot, and it will overheat.

I heard a creak, and my mother had put the ribs in the pot. She turned the whole ribs over with a spatula, just like a swimmer. Wait until both sides are yellow, then pour out the excess oil. Mother added soy sauce, onions and sugar to the ribs. I asked my mother, "Why do you add so much soy sauce, onions and sugar?"

"Mom replied," The ribs are colored only when they are added, fragrant only when they are added with onions, and delicious only when they are added with sugar.

After listening to this, my mother really smelled a smell of meat and couldn't help but want to have a taste. Mother said, "Don't worry, it's still early!" " "Mom turned down the fire and let the ribs stay stuffy in the pot for ten minutes. Braised pork ribs finally appeared, and everyone ate them with relish.

I praised my mother: "Your cooking is simply the best in the world."

8. I watched my mother do her composition. When I came home from school today, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen and walked into the kitchen gently. I saw my mother preparing scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

I saw my mother break the egg, pour the egg white and yolk into the bowl, and keep stirring with chopsticks for a while, and the egg turned into egg paste. Mother cut the tomatoes into small pieces again.

The preparations were finished, and mother began to burn. Mother turned on the range hood first, then lit the gas stove and put it in the wok. Then she poured the oil into the pot and put the onion and ginger in it.

I saw my mother waiting, so I asked curiously, "Mom, what are you waiting for? Why not just put the eggs and tomato pieces in? " Mom smiled and replied, "You can't put the dishes in until the oil is boiled." Oh! I see! Cooking is also learned.

The oil boiled, and my mother gently put the eggs in the pot and kept turning it over. After a while, it turned into a big omelet. Mother cut the egg roll into pieces with a shovel and put it on a plate for later use.

Then I put a little oil in the pot. When the oil is hot, I fry the tomatoes in the pot, add seasoning, fry them until they are half cooked, and then put the eggs in and fry them. After a while, a fragrant smell came to my nose, and my mother put the food on the plate.