Cooking for the first time, writing for the fourth grade

No matter in school or in society, everyone is familiar with composition. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. I believe many people will find it difficult to write a composition. The following is my first fourth-grade composition, which is used for cooking. Welcome to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

Cooking for the first time, my parents are not at home on Sunday. I have finished my homework, so I thought nothing happened, so I only cooked once. So mom and dad will be surprised when they come back.

It's just that I plugged in the rice cooker and washed the rice. Steam it in an electric rice cooker.

Then I took out four eggs and beat them one by one in a bowl like my mother. But this is my first time to play, so I'm not very skilled. Sometimes even hit the egg skin, then wash the tomatoes and cut them into small pieces. Then put the pot on the gas stove. Fire, put the oil in, and then put the eggs in the pot when the oil temperature is right. The first time I scrambled eggs, I didn't succeed, so I could barely eat them. I put the tomatoes in the pot again, and then added salt, chicken essence and monosodium glutamate, and it was ready. I thought it would be delicious, but my steamed rice burned. Because when I was cooking, I was busy cooking. I put rice and vegetables on the table. After a while, my parents came back. They were very surprised to see that the food on the table was cooked by me. Sure enough, my parents tasted it and said, although it's not very delicious, it still touched my heart!

Today is Sunday, and my parents decided to let me cook a meal to exercise my ability.

As soon as I received this task, I took the money and went to the farmer's market with great interest. I got into the bustling crowd and looked around, looking for the food I wanted. I think: Dad likes fish, Mom likes chicken and I like shrimp. Just buy a fish, half a chicken and some shrimp.

When I got home after shopping, I was busy in the kitchen without rest. I first remove the scales with a knife, hold the fish head firmly with my left hand, cut open the fish belly with my right hand, take it out and throw it into the trash can. Wash the fish under the tap, cut the ginger and garlic and prepare to cook the fish. The gas stove seems to be deliberately aimed at me. If it doesn't work, my mother has to come over to save the scene. I poured the oil into the pot, and when the oil splashed around, I put the fish into the pot. After a while, I turned the fish over and added various seasonings. After the fish was cooked, I took a sip of soup and tasted it. Wow, so fresh!

Then, I sliced the pepper, cut the chicken into small pieces, and put it in the oil pan to stir fry. Delicious diced chicken with Chili peppers will be ready soon. Finally, I made delicious fresh shrimp noodles.

At noon that day, my parents and I had a delicious lunch at the dining table. I deeply realized that it is not easy for my mother to do housework at ordinary times.

Cooking for the first time, I will never forget the 20xx summer vacation. That day, my mother and her junior high school friends went to buy clothes, only my father and I were at home, but after a while, my father's company called and said that it was urgent to leave, and the meal had to be solved by themselves.

But I don't know anything about cooking. I'm afraid of starvation, so I have to bite the bullet and go into the kitchen. It's really driving ducks to the shelves. Originally, I wanted to make a simple egg noodle. When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that there were no eggs, so I replaced the civet cat with a prince-eggs for duck eggs.

First of all, I broke the bottom of the duck egg, imitated the chef on TV and fiddled around. I didn't expect egg yolk and egg white to spill all over the floor, so I had to do it again. The second time, I was much more experienced than the first time. I learned the steps made by the chef on TV, studied them carefully and did them meticulously, and finally finished my masterpiece.

My mother gave me some advice and taught me some common sense of cooking when she first saw my face when she came home.

I learned to make noodles that day, and I will never forget that day.

Today, I cooked for the first time. I left school for six days and learned to cook.

In fact, cooking is very simple, mainly divided into three parts: loading rice-washing rice-cooking.

Came to the kitchen and filled 1 kg of rice with cans and bottles. When I was about to pour it into the pressure cooker, the rice ran to the table like a deserter. How can they escape from my palm? Hum! I pulled them all back and put them in the pressure cooker, making a "cheep, cheep" sound, as if to say, "This warden has a good eye. It seems that we are going to be his food! "

After cooking, I came to the faucet and started the dragon that can only spray water. Then the water gushed out in unison to bathe the deserters! I washed it three times. When I washed the milling cutter for the third time, I found that the deserter ran into the pool again. They really missed every opportunity! We tried to pick them up, but my mother stopped us and said to me, "Don't pick them up-they are too dirty." After listening to my mother's words, I naively thought: Hum! You're lucky this time. See how I kill your relatives and friends.

I can finally cook. I turned on the liquefier, turned on the fire and put the pot on the fire.

After about 15 minutes, the rice cooker creaked. I hurried to the kitchen, turned off the fire, took the rice to the restaurant, opened the lid and saw the delicious porridge. Suddenly, my heart is full of sweetness.

Dinner is ready! Although the rice I hold is not as delicious as the rice cooked by my mother, my parents say it is delicious because there is my love in it.

Cooking for the first time in life, there are many firsts. What impressed me most was cooking for the first time.

On a sunny Saturday. After dinner, I was very dissatisfied with my mother's cooking. Because the meat is too salty. Mother is very unhappy to say; "Then you can cook tonight and put as much salt as you want." I agreed without thinking. Can promise and then have some regrets; How do I cook? I can't even fry eggs, let alone let me cook. Well, I've been sad and worried about dinner all day.

In the evening, mom said she could start cooking. I washed rice in an unfamiliar way and cooked it with a rice cooker. Then I walked into the kitchen with a nervous heart. Busy east and west for a long time, nothing. So, mom said; "Wash the dishes first." I suddenly realized. Wash the dishes quickly. What's next? I seem a little overwhelmed. Mom said; "What do you want to do? Eggs? Meat? "So, I chose the simplest dish: eggs.

Five minutes later, dinner came out. I carefully put my fried vegetables on the table and my father took a bite. I looked at my father. Dad said, "Is salt so expensive now?"

Alas! Due to negligence, nervous. I forgot to put salt in it.

Not only cooking, but also doing things. Half-hearted people will only accomplish nothing, only in vain, and can't help but cherish the fruits of others' labor. Through this cooking, I understand: cooking is hard, and I shouldn't say that my mother's cooking is terrible.

On Sunday, my mother was not at home. I felt a little hungry, so I ran to the kitchen and started cooking like my mother. I really don't know whether I will do it or not. I was shocked when I did it. This meal makes me laugh and cry.

I found some potatoes, washed them carefully and peeled them. After these preparations, I began to cut potatoes. I want to cut it as fast as my mother, long and thin. So I picked up the knife and began to cut quickly, but accidentally, the knife cut into my hand, my hand slipped and the potato rolled to the ground. I had to deal with my finger urgently and start cutting again. Fortunately, I had a close call and finally cut it.

When I was ready, I poured the oil into the pot and started the fire mode. After a while, the oil burned red, so I put all the shredded potatoes in the pot. Suddenly, the shredded potatoes crackled. I picked up the shovel and kept stirring, which made me want to eat milk, but the shredded potatoes in the pot were still burnt and stuck to the pot. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue cooking. I grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it into the pot, and poured half a bottle of vinegar.

After cooking, I tasted it carefully. This dark dish of sweet and sour potato shreds makes me laugh and cry. It's sugar, not salt!

This is my first cooking experience. Do you find it funny?

Cooking for the first time, I can cook in the third grade of primary school. Mom said she would go to see my brother tomorrow and let me cook for my sister and me. Mother handed me the rice to eat tomorrow. I went to bed happily.

The next day, my parents went out early to see my brother. Just me and my sister. I started cooking. I washed the rice and put some water in the pot. I put the lid on the pot, opened the fire again, and then got off. I put the noodles in the pot. Beat in two eggs. Put a spoonful of salt and half a spoonful of thirteen incense. Cover the pot. I'm out. Mom said it would take 20 minutes. My sister and I watch TV. My sister and I watched TV for a while and felt very good. I'm glad to see that I forgot all the noodles and soup in the pot. For a while. My sister said I was hungry. I think of the noodles and soup in the pot. I immediately ran over and turned off the fire. I put the noodles in the bowl. I opened the lid of the soup. It's nothing like rice soup. Like rice. I took a bite of noodles. I feel that I put too much salt in my cooking, so I have to eat out. At noon, my mother came back and said, "How do you cook?" I kept my head down. Didn't say anything. Mother let me cook by myself. Under the guidance of my mother. My cooking is very successful.

I can finally cook. However, seemingly simple cooking is really not easy! Mom must have a hard time cooking. I have grown up, and I want to help my mother with her work. Don't make mom so tired. It's too difficult.

The first cooking composition 8 The first time, the first time, the first time in my life are countless, but I almost forgot it. But I remember one thing clearly, that is, the first time I cooked.

One night, I was at home alone. My mother cooked dinner for me before I went out, and I didn't want to eat it. I'm not afraid of your jokes. My favorites are KFC, McDonald's, Brazilian barbecue and Pizza Hut, all of which are instant noodles. Several times I asked my mother to sit aside and cook instant noodles by herself. My mother always said, "You are young, be careful not to burn your hands!" " "Mom is not at home today, I can do it secretly, and it doesn't matter if it tastes good.

I turned on the gas first and put a big bowl of water in the pot. After about five or six minutes, the water boiled. I carefully recalled the process of my mother cooking noodles, and I had a score in my heart. First, put the vegetable bag and the material bag into the pot to cook, then put my dear instant noodles into the pot and stir them with chopsticks. Oh, it's time to crack eggs! I tapped the egg and slowly hit the pot. Alas, we broke up. Never mind, have another one. Then I laid the second egg and successfully wrapped it into a "moon boat". Then, I put some oil bags in it. Like my mother, I tore some seaweed and coriander and dropped a few drops of sesame oil. All right, turn off the gas and get out of the pot!

The noodles cooked by myself are really delicious. So much for the most delicious rice in the world.

I remember it was when I was 9 years old. One summer morning, after I got up, my parents didn't get up. I thought: If I can make breakfast for my parents, they will certainly praise me. So I washed my face and went to the kitchen.

I really look like a cook in the kitchen. I turned on the gas first, and the flame suddenly jumped out, which startled me. Then I poured the stirred eggs into the pot and took out the spatula from the cupboard. I fried the eggs with low fire for a while and added rice. I hummed a ditty in my mouth, and my spatula kept stirring. After a while, I put the rice on. I woke up my parents. After washing their faces, they took the rice and began to eat. As soon as they took a bite, they said to me, "You forgot to add salt and seasoning." That's terrible. I really forgot to put it down! Dad told me to add some seasonings to fried rice, such as onions and garlic. My mother poured the rice into the pot, added some garlic sprouts, and stir-fried it for a while. I tasted it and thought it was delicious!

After dinner, dad said, "Although your fried rice is not as delicious as mom's, it's good that you think of us and can cook it." It means that you have grown up and know that you care about your parents. We are very happy to see you like this! "

Now that I am thirteen years old, fried rice will never be without salt, but I still remember my first cooking experience.

Cooking for the first time 10 mom and dad worked overtime tonight and haven't come back yet. I waited and waited, and finally I couldn't wait any longer, and my stomach was growling. I have no choice but to cook by myself.

I washed the rice first, put it in the rice cooker, poured some water, plugged it in and pressed the button. I have to prepare food again. I want to fry two eggs, two sausages and a cabbage soup.

I put the pot on the induction cooker first, then open the induction cooker and fry it until it is cooked. Soon the pot was hot, so I poured some oil into it. When the oil was hot, I beat the eggs in and put some seasoning. The edge of the egg is slightly Huang Shi and turned over. Stir-fry for a while and it will be over. I fried another one.

Next thing I know, I should fry ham sausage. I cut the ham sausage into pieces and put it in the pot. Wait for it to slowly fry in it, fry for a while, wait for the skin to enlarge, and then you can go out of the pot. I also sprinkled a little cumin powder on it, smell it, wow! It smells good! My mouth is watering.

Finally, I made a cabbage soup with a little shrimp and seaweed. How delicious!

I put the food on the table and ate it with relish. The cooked food is very fragrant and comfortable to eat.

Through this incident, I also know that my mother usually cooks very hard and I am also very picky. I really shouldn't think about it. I will respect my mother's work in the future and try to do some housework when I have time.

Although cooking for the first time is very hard, I am also very proud and proud. Because I have grown up.

Cooking for the first time 1 1 From the first cry to growing up day by day, the dribs and drabs in the growing years make us feel infinite surprises and happiness. Dear students, do you have any unforgettable things on your way to growth? Let's share the joys and sorrows together, and let these growing bits fill our childhood!

I remember once, when I was in the third grade, my mother was not at home, so I decided to cook for my mother myself. I turned on the gas first, then put the pot on the gas stove, poured some oil, then broke the eggs and poured them into the pot, fried them with a shovel a few times, and in a short time, a large plate of scrambled eggs came out of the pot. I tasted it and, alas, forgot to put salt in it. What a fly in the ointment!

I thought, how can a plate of scrambled eggs be enough to eat? I remember my mother often cooked rice porridge. Yes, I also cook rice porridge. I pour the water into the pot to boil, and then wash the rice. When I wash the rice and the water in the pot boils, I pour the rice into the pot and cook it.

Unconsciously, twenty minutes passed. I opened the lid and saw that the rice was cooked, but there was no water in the pot. I added some more water. Just then, my mother came back. She was surprised and delighted to see my cooking. She kept praising me: "My son has grown up and is sensible!" "

This is my first time cooking, and it is also the most unforgettable one.

Everyone has a very unforgettable first time. These unforgettable firsts are accompanied by our childhood and our growth.

Cooking for the first time on Sunday, my mother was not at home, and I was alone. I want to make something famous. Suddenly, an idea came to mind-cooking.

I went to the kitchen and took out a potato, two carrots and an egg. I first take off the yellow clothes of potatoes and the orange clothes of carrots with a knife; Wash it with water again; Finally, pick up the kitchen knife and put the potatoes and carrots on the chopping board. Shouting: "Let you see my strength!" Click ... so that the shredded potatoes and radish slices are cut. I turned on the gas, then picked up the eggs and beat them on the edge of the pot. When I broke it with my hand, the golden yolk and clarified egg white fell into the pot, and I only heard the blue flame licking the bottom of the pot. I turned the eggs over one by one. Soon, wow! My eggs are out of the pan.

Just then, I heard a knock at the door and my mother came back! I'll open the door right away. "Mom!" When mom walked into the kitchen, she was shocked! Open your eyes and ask, "Son, who did this?" I proudly said, "It's me!" "Is it really you?" Mom asked again with a grain of salt. "It's really me!" I'm pretty sure. My mother hugged me happily and said, "Ah! My son has grown up! I can help my mother cook! Ha ... "

Mom is busy at work, and I am proud to help her cook. However, I want to remind children that it is good to help parents cook, but we must pay attention to safety. If we accidentally cut our hands, that's a bad thing, and that's "help".

Children, do you think I'm great?

Cooking for the first time 13 I envy my parents every time they bring sweet and delicious food to the table. I want to cook for myself.

My parents never let me cook before, saying that I was still young. However, now I am old enough to cook. So, under my repeated entreaties, my father asked me to cook, and I was extremely happy. Because it is the first time to cook, my father will guide me.

First of all, I took out my rice bag, poured a proper amount of rice into the rice basin and began to wash rice. My father told me that rice can't be washed many times. If it is washed too much, the taste of rice will be washed away. I washed it twice and was about to pour it out, but my father said, "Taomi water is nutritious. You can water the flowers but you can't pour it out." So I poured the water into another basin. Dad added: "Add the right amount of water without moving a finger." I do as my father says, then put the rice basin in the rice cooker, plug in the power supply, press the switch, and it's ok! It seems that there is still a lot of knowledge about steamed rice!

Next, stir-fry shredded pork with Chili. My father prepared it for me. I started to fry. I fried the meat first, poured a handful of meat into the pot, and was burnt by the spilled oil. But I can't care about the pain, so I quickly stir fry with a shovel. Then pour in pepper and stir-fry with seasoning. In a short time, it was done.

At noon, my parents ate my cooking and praised it again and again. But watching your own cooking is delicious!

Cooking for the first time 14 This afternoon, grandma went home early. When I finish my homework, look at the time, ah! It's almost four o'clock. I remember that I have to learn Go tonight. If I can't wait for my mother to come home and cook, I'll have to eat fast food. So I decided to start cooking.

I followed my mother's example, opened the lunch box, put two spoonfuls of rice into the pot, and then took the rice out of the faucet to soak it. I soak with my hands first, and then I soak first.

Twenty minutes later, I'll pour out the water soaked in rice first. But how much water should I put in cooking? I was thinking, if I don't put some water casually, I still dare not think about it. I looked at the pot carefully and found a secret. Lines are engraved on the outside of the pot, and characters are engraved on the side of the lines. The bottom line is engraved with 1, followed by 2. 3。 I think it must be a spoonful of rice on the lowest line. I put two spoonfuls of rice and water in the second row. It can't be wrong. I put the pot into the rice cooker and carefully plugged it in. There are many buttons on the rice cooker. I found the cooking button, pressed it, the red light came on, and I started cooking.

Mother came home from work and saw that the meal was ready. Mother shouted excitedly, "Son, have you cooked?" I nodded my head. Mother said, "My son is really amazing and can cook!" " "

I'm eating my own cooking tonight, which is very fragrant.

Cooking for the first time and frying eggs for the first time. During the summer vacation, my family went to my aunt's house to play. On this day, my parents and aunt went out. It's just me and my brother, my brother. The three of us watched TV for a while, and it was almost noon. Mom, they haven't come back yet. My brother said, "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? " We both said in unison, "What to eat?" ! My brother said, "Can you fry eggs?" I thought to myself, if my brother would laugh at me if I said "no", I would bite the bullet and say, "I'll cook it for you." My mind quickly thought of the scene where my mother fried eggs for me. So, I turned on the rice cooker, put some salt in an egg in the bowl, poured it directly into the pot, and covered the lid. Wait until the light goes out for five minutes, put it on a plate and take it out eagerly. Let my brother and them taste it. Just when I proudly wanted to accept the praise, my brother said, "It's so salty. How much salt did you put in? " The younger brother said, "It's too oily." I learned my lesson and did it very successfully the second time. They are full of praise for their food. They are eating their mother. They came back to see us eating with relish. I am glad to know that this is the result of my labor, and everyone appreciates me. By frying eggs for the first time, I understand that nothing can be successful at once. You have to practice repeatedly and accumulate experience in failure to succeed.