600-word courseware for junior high school cooking composition

Usually at home, when my parents see that I want to cook, they will stop me again and again as if something terrible had happened. But I am very interested in cooking, because I can't cook a dish, and I am laughed at when I say it. Therefore, I made a plan for myself in the winter vacation, and I must learn to cook scrambled eggs.

On Saturday night, my mother finally agreed to my cooking request under my soft grinding and hard foam. I am a bit spoiled "miss" and can finally cook by myself!

The next morning, after my mother told me the steps of scrambled eggs, she would watch me fry them. But I hate people watching me do things. So I pushed my mother out of the kitchen, closed the door and began to show my talents.

I put on my apron, took my cuffs and towels, and when I fired, I was oily. When the oil was hot, I began to beat eggs. I tapped the egg and there was a small crack in the middle. I broke it with my fingers, but I didn't expect it to be too hard, and the egg white was all over my hand. The eggshell also plopped into the bowl. Once again, after washing my hands, I beat the second egg. I learned my lesson and broke ground a little this time. Hey, it worked! Golden yolk and transparent egg white fall into the bowl and stir well with chopsticks.

When I saw the oil in the pot smoking, I poured the eggs in. Youxingzi is dancing in the pot. I covered my face with a towel and hid my hand in my sleeve, revealing only two fingers holding a pot spoon. Ah, the egg liquid has solidified and expanded rapidly. I flipped, flipped, flipped, flipped. When the eggs are fried on both sides, they become golden omelets.

Finally, I put the eggs on a plate for my parents to taste. Mom and dad tasted it and frowned involuntarily. I can't help but "plop" in my heart, only to hear my mother say to me, "Daughter, why is this egg so light!" "ah!" I was very surprised after listening to it. I just remembered that I forgot to put salt in my eggs. I bowed my head in shame, but my father said, "Nothing. There is a first time for everything. It doesn't matter if you don't do it well this time. You can work hard next time! " "I nodded, and my confidence came back!

This "missed" cooking can only be described as "half success and half failure"!