Kitchen Symphony Composition

In study, work or life, everyone may have come into contact with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my carefully compiled composition on Kitchen Symphony. Welcome to read and collect it. Kitchen Symphony Composition 1

Perhaps, everyone thinks that cooking is a burden, but I find that cooking is also full of fun. Because our family held an intense cooking competition and played a popular kitchen symphony.

Performers: Dad, Mom and Me

Conductor: Brother

Prelude

The Kitchen Symphony is about to begin, now There are still 5 minutes left before the competition time, and the contestants are racing against time to read the recipes, eager to dive into the book! This prelude is quite contagious, listen: "Ten chicken wings, one green onion, a small piece of ginger..." "One thousand ml of water, one cucumber, two egg yolks..." crisp overtones, lively rhythm, and melody Alternating between subtle finger-shifting sounds and solid sounds, they appear and disappear, and you can still see the top of a mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist, erratic and uncertain.

Sonata

The family cooking competition has officially begun! With a wave of the conductor's baton, the first contestant - dad appeared. Look! Dad put on a chef's hat and a white coat. Although it was a bit awkward, he did look a bit like a chef. He walked into the kitchen boldly, picked up the kitchen knife, and divided the food into two pieces. Two cucumbers were "broken into pieces." The conductor commented on Dad: "Great strength, poor knife skills, failure!" Oh, this sonata should be in the key of B flat. Dad walked out of the kitchen dejectedly like a defeated rooster. The sonata comes to an end.

Small Victory Song + "Song of Destiny"

The symphony continues to play, and the cooking competition is also in full swing! Contestant No. 2’s mother appeared beautifully dressed as a housewife. She turned on the gas elegantly and waved the kitchen knife like an idol practicing kung fu. The potato chunks were cut into potato strips in an instant. She looked at the pot while cutting. Dish, surprisingly fast. The sound of the light blue flames licking the bottom of the pot and the sound of shredded potatoes sizzling in the oil pot are like cheering for mom to celebrate early! After a while, a fragrant shredded pepper and potato dish was served. My father and I were dumbfounded, and couldn't help but marvel and awe. The cantabile melody, "its rhyme is high and long, just like flowing clouds and flowing water." Listening carefully, it is like riding a dangerous boat through the Wu Gorge, dazzling and thrilling.

The next one is me. Although I know nothing about cooking, after many days of studying recipes, I believe I still have some real skills! But when I stepped into the kitchen, although I knew the recipes by heart, the actual application was not satisfactory. "Two egg yolks, a little salt, a little MSG..." Oh my God, what a mess! I don’t care, just put them together into one dish! Alas, what I have learned on paper is shallow, but I know that I have to do this!

End

Stop! As soon as the conductor's baton dropped and the T-shaped hand appeared, the family cooking competition ended, and this kitchen symphony finally came to an end!

What was the result? Needless to say, the first place is of course my mother, the second place is my father, and the third place is of course me. Look! This family is really a happy family, a joyful home! Kitchen Symphony Composition 2

"Great! Today, my mother finally has time to make my favorite twice-cooked pork!" I stared straight at a clean empty pot, as if I saw A pot of delicious twice-cooked pork that has been fried. Hehe, I really can’t wait!

"Pop", a crisp sound startled me out of my fugue. Oh, it turned out to be my mother who took out a rectangular piece of pork belly from the refrigerator. After removing the bag and starting to wash the meat, the tap water rushed out of the faucet, giving the baby pork belly a shower and bath. Then, there was another sound of "dong dong dong". Now the baby pork belly was going through the process of changing from fat to thin. After a while, a row of flat and thin pork belly slices appeared on the chopping board. Then, my mother took out the soaked fungus and washed it. The washed green peppers also came, and with the sound of the knife, they turned into a pile of small green cubes. Finally, my mother took out the seasoning Laoganma black bean sauce.

Now that everything is ready, it’s time to enter the climax of the “Kitchen Symphony”!

Just two sounds of "pop" and "pop" were heard, the gas stove was lit, and the blue flame with a little yellow suddenly burst out, licking the bottom of the pot heartily, and the pot heated up quickly. stand up. My mother poured some golden oil into the pot. As soon as the oil was hot, she put the chopped pork belly and ginger in. She just heard "crack, crackle, crackle, crackle", and the oil immediately splashed everywhere, as if she was full of curiosity about the world. My heart, I want to go out and have a look! Mom held the pot lid in her left hand as a shield to protect herself from oil splashes, and stir-fried quickly with a spatula in her right hand. Then change to low heat and fry for a while. Gradually, the pork belly becomes golden, as if it is wearing a golden coat. Mom poured a little more cooking wine into the pot, and a large amount of hot steam immediately came out of the pot with a "crackling" sound, and the kitchen suddenly became lively and full of aroma. Mom put the pork belly on the plate first, and the first step was completed.

Then the fire was turned on, and the chopped green peppers jumped into the steaming oil pot like a diver. Then the black fungus came to keep company, and the meat slices also came back to the pot. There were black, Yellow, green, very beautiful. My mother stir-fried the food so loudly that even the range hood couldn't help it and started playing "boom-boom-boom" to accompany it. It was time to add the condiments. My mother first added half a spoonful of salt, and then added Laoganma's black bean sauce. The meat slices immediately changed into an attractive color. I have to cover the pot and cook for a while. Now I just wait for the twice-cooked pork to come out of the pot. I'm walking around the pot, feeling itchy. When will it be delicious?

Finally, the twice-cooked pork is out of the pot and plated, and you’re done! Look, the red and yellow twice-cooked pork with green green peppers and black black fungus made my appetite whet my appetite and my mouth watered. I couldn't wait any longer and I quietly took a piece of chopsticks and put it in my mouth, wow! Spicy and delicious, not fat or greasy, with endless aftertaste, it is really full of color, flavor and flavor!

How about it, has my "Kitchen Symphony" made you greedy? Kitchen Symphony Composition 3

Whenever I come home from school, I always hear a series of beautiful "Kitchen Symphony". As long as mom puts on her apron and walks into the kitchen, this "kitchen symphony" will grandly "open".

First of all, the work of washing rice began: mother turned on the faucet, and the tap water sang a cheerful song, and the "rice baby" danced a beautiful "waltz" in the pot, sometimes He stuck out his cute little head, as if looking for his dance partner; sometimes he dived into the water to play hide-and-seek with his companions... After a while, the mother gave the "rice baby" a "hot bath". "Baby Rice" looks energetic and ready to go to the "sauna".

Then, my mother put the washed vegetables on the chopping board. With the sound of "dong dong", the chubby vegetables became "slender" under my mother's "pen".

There was a "bang" sound, and the gas stove suddenly "fired up". His "neighbor", the range hood, couldn't stand it anymore, so he made a "woo-woo" sound to help cool it down. The peanut oil standing aside couldn't wait to jump into the iron pot, and soon it made a "sizzling" sound. The little green vegetables lying in the vegetable basket also rushed into the pot, and only heard the sound of "crackling". After a while, the "green vegetable babies" had changed into dark green clothes, and their mother was also deftly using the shovel to "ding a bell" Stir fry properly. Seeing that the "vegetable babies" were about to become "dehydrated", mother quickly took a bowl of water from the sink and poured it into the pot. The "green cabbage babies" are like hungry sheep breaking into the fragrant green grass, constantly "drinking" the water in the pot, and making a "sizzling" sound. Mom put the lid on the pot and let the "vegetable babies" "steam the sauna" comfortably. After a while, my mother opened the lid of the pot and carefully put the vegetables on the plate.

A "kitchen symphony" ended with my father and I full of praise and my mother being elated! Kitchen Symphony Composition 4

Today is my mother’s birthday. Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma, and uncle all came to attend my mother's birthday party. Dad cooked the food himself, and I volunteered to be his assistant, so a beautiful symphony of pots and pans played in our kitchen.

I call the first movement "Braised Pork Sonata". Just hearing a "sizzling" sound, the sliced ??pork belly was poured into the smoking oil pan. Dad quickly picked up the shovel and shoveled the meat in the pot. The pork belly danced with "bump" while continuing to play "sizzling".

Not to be outdone, I rushed to sprinkle some salt and seasonings into the pot. As the high-pitched sound of "boom" sounded, my father increased the firepower. "Chi Chi Chi Chi" is the sweet singing of the pork belly which is slowly being stewed after adding water. When she opened the lid of the pot, she saw that the red and white pork belly had changed into a fiery red coat, with a fragrant aroma and attractive color. She proudly said that it was the "braised pork" that everyone loved.

"Fire the world" or "fire the squid" is the second movement. Dad put the washed squid, peppers, onions and other side dishes on the cutting board and cut them "click-click". I put the chopped green onion into the oil pan, and the sound of "sizzling la la" kept coming, and the oil in the pot splashed everywhere, which scared me back again and again. Dad laughed when he saw my embarrassed look: "Son, look at me!" Dad poured the squid and other things into the pot and stir-fried. The "ding-ding-ding-ding" was the moving music played by the pot and shovel.

The third movement is my favorite "Tomato Scrambled Eggs" ballroom dance music. I was responsible for beating the eggs. With a "pop", the eggs slid into the bowl with a "chirp". "Clang, clang" the chopsticks stirred the eggs and danced gracefully. Everything was ready, and the stirred eggs quickly turned into egg pancakes in the pot, beating gently in the pot with a "puff, puff, puff" sound. The tomatoes also rushed into the pot, making a "crackling" sound.

"Sushi rolls" are my father's specialty, so it is perfect to use it as the fourth movement. The two preludes of "Huhu" sounded. Dad threw the cucumber into the air, raised the kitchen knife with his right hand and "Puff" a few times, the cucumber turned into diced cucumbers. I was so excited that I clapped my hands and shouted, "Dad is the God of Cooking!" Just like that, diced ham and radish were placed on the plate one by one. Dad mixed the ingredients into the rice, rolled it in seaweed and put it in the steamer. With a "ding dong" sound, the fragrant sushi came out of the oven.

It’s time to eat! When Dad put all the dishes on the table, my mouth was already watering. We ate with big mouthfuls, and the whole house was immersed in the aroma. The whole family sang "Happy Birthday to You", which brought the perfect ending to this kitchen symphony. Kitchen Symphony Composition 5

One day, I was doing my homework at home. Suddenly, the doorbell jingled and sang a folk song. I quickly ran to open the door. It turned out that my mother had come back from shopping for groceries. I saw my mother carrying big herring, meat, and eggplant in her left hand; in her right hand, she carried vegetables, dried tofu, green peppers, garlic, and everything else. Seeing this, I secretly thought in my heart: I am now in the fourth grade, and it is time to learn to cook and cook. Thinking of this, I ran to my mother at a speed of two meters per second and said to her: Dear Mommy, can you ask me to learn to cook? At first, my mother didn't agree, but after some hard work on my part, she finally agreed. Then, my mother made another condition: I can only teach you how to stir-fry dried tofu with green pepper. After hearing this, I quickly said: OK, OK. Just this one dish.

The raw materials for making this dish are green peppers and dried tofu. My mother first asked me to wash the dried tofu and green peppers, and I gave them a cold bath. Then, my mother asked me to chop the ginger, and after a while, I finished it. Then my mother asked me to cut the dried tofu, and it took less than 30 seconds. I finished it in seconds; finally my mother asked me to pick out the seeds from the green peppers. As soon as I picked them, a pungent smell came to me. I forgot that I was picking the green peppers and wiped my eyes carelessly. For a few seconds, I felt that my eyes hurt so much that I screamed out in pain. My mother, who was cooking next to me, was shocked. She quickly went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and wiped my eyes a few times. Next, I felt much more comfortable immediately. Later, my mother helped me pick green peppers. After my mother finished picking it, she asked me to cut the green pepper quickly, click, click three or two times, and it was ready. yeah! Finally the preparations are done.

I started cooking. I poured the cooking oil into the pot first, then turned it on to a simmer. The pot suddenly exploded. It crackled for a while and finally stopped. At this time, I put the I poured the chopped ginger in and turned up the heat. Then, I poured pieces of dried tofu into the pot, stir-fried it for a few times, and then threw the green pepper into the pot. The sizzling sound was really loud. ! I stir-fry for a while, stir-fry for a while, and let the shovel and the iron pot greet each other intimately! After frying for a while, it finally worked. Then, I lowered the heat to the minimum, then covered the lid and simmered for a while. During the simmering process, I kept waiting silently next to the iron pot.

After about 5 minutes, I picked up the lid of the pot and a burst of fragrance came out, wow! It smells so good! After smelling it, my mother couldn't help but take a bite and said yes again and again.

At this moment, my dear dad came back from get off work, so I took it out for him to eat, and dad took a bite. Said: Not bad, really good! After listening to my father's comment, I couldn't help but take a bite. It was so delicious, but I pretended to be sad on the outside and said: What are you talking about? It tastes terrible too! After hearing what I said, my mother didn't believe it and said back: "You have too strong taste!" Let me tell you, I was really happy at that time and felt indescribably sweet in my heart!

Look! This is my kitchen symphony! Kitchen Symphony Composition 6

The dishes cooked by grandma are delicious, especially the lotus root pork ribs soup and celery stir-fried with dried tea. To me, they are simply delicacies. Both dishes are fragrant and tender, leaving a fragrant aroma on my lips and teeth after eating them. I always wonder how my grandma made them.

On Sunday morning, grandma bought pork ribs, lotus root, celery and dried tea from the market. "Zhiyuan, come on, grandma will cook delicious food for you today!" Grandma called me in the kitchen. "Come on, come on!" I quickly dropped the extracurricular books in my hands and slipped into the kitchen. Grandma turned on the tap first, and the water washed the lotus roots and pork ribs. Then, grandma used a knife to "sizzle" off the yellow skin around the lotus root, cut the lotus root into small pieces, put it in the casserole with the ribs, then put ginger and green onion, and put the water until it was higher than the ribs and lotus root. About 2 cm. Then, he put the casserole on the gas stove, turned the switch, and with a "click", the flames came up "whirring". After the fire burned for about ten minutes, I heard the soup in the pot singing a boiling song "Puff-Puff-Puff". At this time, grandma plugged in the electric stew pot and put the casserole into the electric stew pot. Two hours later, the tangy aroma spread throughout the house, which was very tempting. "Would you like a piece of ribs?" Grandma's kind smile covered crow's feet. She picked up a piece of ribs with her chopsticks and blew on it twice with her mouth. I immediately stretched my neck and put my mouth in, and swallowed the whole rib into my mouth in one bite. "It smells so good." I raised my neck and squinted my eyes. I was so intoxicated. "Slow down, slow down, be careful of burning it!" Grandma said with a smile, "For the next dish, please enjoy the fried celery and dried tea!"

Soon, grandma picked up the celery, washed it and cut it It was cut into inch-long pieces, and the dried tea was cut into strips. I poured cooking oil into the iron pot and turned on the gas stove. The pot immediately made a "chichichi" sound. Grandma first poured in the celery, stir-fried it a few times with a shovel, and heard the shovel and the bottom of the pot greeting each other affectionately. ", the fragrance of celery gradually wafts out, add some white soy sauce and stir-fry it twice, add some salt when putting it in the pot, and a fried celery dried tea appears in front of you. "First come first served near the water tower." This time I didn't wait for grandma to say hello, I immediately picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, "It's delicious, grandma, you can have a piece too!" I picked up a piece of dried tea and gave it to grandma. "You can eat it. As long as you like it, grandma will make delicious food for you every day." Grandma just stuffed the dried tea into my mouth. "Thank you grandma! You are really my good grandma." I stepped up and kissed grandma hard on the cheek. "I will definitely study hard and repay you with excellent results!"

Every morning, a symphony of pots and pans is played in my kitchen, and my grandma is the chief conductor of this music. I really envy my grandma. When can I show off my skills? Kitchen Symphony Composition 7

New Year’s Eve is a day for family reunions. It is a tradition for almost all Chinese people to prepare a New Year’s Eve dinner that symbolizes good luck and good luck. Early in the morning, our whole family mobilized and got busy together.

Look! Grandpa brought two crucian carps from the pool outside the house, removed the scales, cut open the fish's belly, took out the internal organs, rinsed them clean, and moved skillfully and quickly; Grandma took out the pork from the refrigerator, divided the large piece of pork into two parts with a knife, and chopped one part into two pieces. Meat stuffing, making wontons and meatballs, and the other part is preparing to cook a bowl of her specialty braised pork; my mother is busy sorting out spinach, celery and other vegetables; my father is responsible for taking care of my younger brother; my task is to help make wontons.

Listen! Various sounds came from the kitchen. Grandpa's crucian carp was put into the pot, and the color of the whole fish turned golden yellow under the high temperature. Then Grandpa poured boiling water into the pot with "bah, bah, bah" until it... The boiling water flooded the crucian carp.

Grandma has already prepared the meat filling. When the small meat dumplings are put into the oil pan, there is a sound of "sizzling, sizzling, sizzling". The small meatballs are fried in the pan, and bubbles pop with the hot oil. Dance, and soon the yellow meatballs will be out of the pot, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, so delicious. Cold assorted vegetables are also a standard part of the New Year's Eve dinner. I saw my grandpa putting blanched spinach, dried cabbage, carrots and other vegetables on the cutting board. "Click, click, click" followed by a plate of nutritious vegetable mix. Assorted dishes are on the plate.

At this time, grandma prepared the shepherd’s purse, shrimp and meat stuffing, and I made my debut. Leave the job of making wontons to me! I picked up a rectangular wonton wrapper, dug out a little stuffing with chopsticks and placed it in the middle of the wonton wrapper. I folded the long side to the long side, pressed it tightly, folded it in half again, and finally pinched the two ends that were not open together to create a beautiful The official hat wontons are made. A little trick when making wontons is to press the filling around tightly so that water will not overflow when the wontons are cooked and the deliciousness of the wontons can be preserved to the maximum extent. When the water boiled, I put the wontons into the pot one by one. The fat and white wontons immediately sank to the bottom of the pot. At this time, you must use a spatula to gently shovel along the edge of the pot a few times to let the wontons sink to the bottom of the pot. The wontons do not stick to each other. When the pot starts to bubble, add cold water once more and bring to a boil to ensure that the wontons are cooked thoroughly. With the sound of "gulu, gulu", the wontons are floating. Please take out the colander and fill a bowl with it. Not to mention how delicious it is!

On New Year’s Eve this year, there were delicacies carefully prepared by the elders on the dining table. Coupled with the wontons I made, the New Year’s Eve dinner seemed particularly sumptuous. The melody of pots and pans echoed in the kitchen, the chatter of elders came from outside the kitchen, and the laughter of younger brothers chasing and playing, the Spring Festival of 20xx, the Year of the Rat, officially kicked off! Kitchen Symphony Composition 8

Some people often say that they miss grandma’s food the most. The most delicious food in the world is the food cooked by mother. What I have been most proud of since I was a child is that my father cooks delicious food. Don’t underestimate men. Most of the world’s top chefs are men. Yes, don’t envy me, I just have a father who loves to cook!

After school, I sat in the car, opened the window, and a cool breeze blew in my face. The wind was blowing "whirring", and the leaves on both sides of the road were blown "rustle". Watching the cars passing by, I loved the sounds of the world so much, as if they all wanted to talk to me. . We were almost home. As soon as my mother and I walked through the door, we heard someone was already busy in the kitchen. It must be Dad, there is something good to eat today.

I immediately ran to the kitchen with a huff and a puff, eager to see the chef in charge. Not to mention it was really a big show.

I saw my father turn on the faucet, wash the meat cleanly, put it on the chopping board with a "pop" sound, and then cut the fat and lean meat into pieces and put them on the chopping board. Row. Not to mention, my father, who usually does things carelessly, is called "professional" when he cuts vegetables! When the hot pot was steaming, pour a little golden oil. Dad used a shovel to shovel a few times, and the oil spread evenly across the bottom of the pot. As soon as the fat meat goes into the pot, it scares them so much that they are "covered in oil" and the oil "chichi" comes out. When the lean meat brother laughed at the fat meat, it was also poured into the pot with a "plop". After the fat and lean meat was rolled up and down with the spatula, Comrade Jiang, who was lying on the side to enjoy the coolness, was also thrown into the pot. Haha, everyone is here now, the pot is so lively. Then, rice wine also came to give everyone a bath, washing away the fishy smell of fat and lean meat. At this time, my chef put the lid on the pot, and everyone "saunaed" in the pot for a while. After a while, Dad opened the lid, poured soy sauce, and put in sugar. Oh my god, something magical happened. The meat suddenly became red and shiny, as if it had been waxed, " The pot is bubbling with gurgling gurgling, and the sound in the kitchen is so wonderful! At this moment, I want to recite a poem: This song can only be heard in heaven and can be heard in the kitchen.

After cooking for a while, when the soup was almost absorbed by the meat, my father sprinkled a little salt and stir-fried it. The red sauce made the pieces of meat sticky. The braised pork is finally done!

When the aroma filled the entire kitchen, "My dad's braised pork" was already put on the plate. At this time, I want to recite a poem: When you are proud of life, you must eat it all, and don’t use your chopsticks to empty your mouth! Haha, grab a piece quickly and put it into your mouth first, it’s worth burning your mouth!

My father is a top chef in my family, a "symphony" conductor in the kitchen, and I love his "kitchen symphonies".

Kitchen Symphony Composition 9

"Clatter, sting, crackle..." Beautiful music came from the kitchen in the early morning. This was not the symphony orchestra coming to my house, but my house. A "super chef" took advantage of Father's Day to present a piece of love to his father.

The long-awaited Father’s Day has finally arrived. It’s still dark, so I got up early and planned to make a loving breakfast for my father today. After washing up, I quickly put on my apron and walked into my "kitchen studio". Today, I prepared a Chinese breakfast for my father: millet porridge with steamed buns and fried eggs.

Because I feel that making porridge requires slow work and meticulous work, and is also the most time-consuming, I decided to "nibble" on the most difficult task first, making porridge. After making up my mind, I first scooped half a bowl of millet from the rice bag, turned on the faucet, and gave the millet a hearty "shower". Then, I put it into the rice cooker, pressed the porridge button, and with a "click" sound, the "snail girl" of the rice cooker started working for me.

While the porridge was not yet cooked, I decided to steam the steamed buns. "Click" I lit the gas stove, and the blue flames danced like a dancing girl. I quickly set up a pot and started boiling water to steam the steamed buns. "Du Lu Lu, Du Lu Lu..." Bubbles began to appear in the pot, "thorn thorn thorn" the pot lid played music like a violin, and the water boiled. I quickly put the steamed buns in the steamer. After a while, bursts of fragrance wafted out of the pot.

I thought to myself: It’s not enough to have staple food. I have to add some side dishes to my dad’s breakfast. By the way, my dad usually likes eggs the most, so let’s give him two fried eggs. I took an egg first, and the egg cracked with a "pop" sound. I quickly knocked the egg into the bowl, but the egg white was like a naughty doll, "sliding" onto the stove. I quickly cleaned up the mess, got the second egg and continued to "play". This time, I learned my lesson and carefully picked up the egg and knocked it twice. The egg cracked. I gently broke it to both sides along the seam. The eggshell separated and the egg liquid slipped in obediently. In the bowl, I picked up the chopsticks and crackled the eggs. Beat the eggs, turn on the gas stove, wait for the pot to heat up, and add an appropriate amount of oil. After a while, the oil in the pot sang the song "thorn, thorn, thorn". I hurriedly poured in the egg liquid, and the yellow egg liquid turned into golden egg skin after a while. I turned the egg over and continued to fry it. When both sides of the egg turned golden brown, I put it on a plate. At this time, the porridge in the rice cooker was almost done, and everything was ready, just waiting for dad to come to eat.

"Who is playing table tennis in the kitchen early in the morning?" Dad muttered and walked out of the bedroom while rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Dad, I give you a special gift on Father's Day. Look, this is the loving breakfast prepared by my daughter for you. Please enjoy it." Dad said happily: "No wonder the sound coming from the kitchen today is so special. It turns out it's My daughter is playing the melody of love for her father. "Kitchen Symphony Composition 10

Today, Chef Lu Junlu will play a kitchen symphony------Potato Shredded Version. .

Prelude

I took out a big, round potato from the refrigerator. It is wrapped in an earthy yellow coat, round and attractive. I put the Potato Baby into the pool and gave him a cold bath. The tap water flowed all over the Potato Baby and moisturized it. Then use a planer to peel the potato. The potato doll is so naughty. It tugged on its clothes and refused to let me peel it. It seemed a little shy. I held it in one hand and took the planer in the other, and started planing "swish". It took me a lot of effort to take off the coat that tightly wrapped it. Now, it looks like a fat and white doll.

The next step is to shred. I picked up the kitchen knife and didn't know how to cut it. This was the first time I used a kitchen knife. My heart was like pumping water from fifteen buckets. Thinking back to my mother's knife skills for cutting potatoes, I mustered up the courage to chop at the potatoes fiercely. As a result, all I cut out were potato pieces. . Mom came over and gave the potato cubes a makeover, turning them into shredded potatoes.

Climax

I turned on the gas stove, and the flame doll jumped out with a "boom" and couldn't wait to perform the Yangko dance on the stage. When the pot was hot, I picked up the oil bottle and carefully dropped a few drops of oil. My mother shouted: "Pour! Pour! OK! Stop!" After a while, a little smoke rose from the oil surface, so I let the range hood join the music party. Mom commanded calmly: "Pour the potatoes.

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I was a little scared. I stood far away, stretched out my hands, tilted the plate slightly, closed my eyes, and heard only a "squeak" sound, and oil stars splashed everywhere, with a few drops splashing. It's in my hands. It's this thunderous tingling that sets off the climax of the music, and every note is full of enthusiasm: the oil is jumping in the pot, and the potatoes are lying lazily in the hot spring, enjoying the warmth.

At this time, Caijiao also came to join in the fun, dressed up in colorful clothes, to participate in this wonderful concert, but I just stared at the white, red and green pot, at a loss. . The commander’s mother shouted again: “Turn over quickly! Turn over quickly! Turn left! Turn right! Don't tip it out of the pot! "My mother's series of orders made me confused.

When my mother saw that the potatoes were sticking to the pot, she quickly took the shovel and started frying it. The shovel obeyed obediently, as if dancing in my mother's hands. The shovel and the pot were wiped. The collision made a "cha-cha" sound, as if the pot was clapping and praising the shovel for its good dance...

Ending

Under the command of my mother, I completed a pot of green and red Stir-fried shredded potatoes with peppers. I couldn't wait to pick up a spoonful of the hot and fragrant shredded potatoes. The white shredded potatoes with brightly colored green and red peppers are delicious and beautiful. I will fry a pot of Kitchen Symphony next time. Composition 11

I like to listen to songs and music, but as a foodie who can never have enough, I still like to listen to the crisp and sweet kitchen symphony the most.

As soon as I get home, I saw my grandma holding a stubborn and unyielding salmon and performing scale removal surgery on it! "Bah, bah..." The fish was like an acrobat, constantly tumbling in the water, and it seemed like it was being tortured. , was cut into pieces by the enemy. "Thump, thump", the first movement kicked off at this time.

"Wow - wow - wow -" Mr. Superstar Faucet raised his voice. The naughty mandarin fish started to show off its singing voice and jumped into the water to take a comfortable cold bath. At this time, grandma took a sharp kitchen knife and opened up the fish. The child rolled his eyes and made the little water splash laugh. "Hua Hua Hua", the little water splash went in and out of the fish's belly, so unhappy.

"Tap tat, tat tat", the kitchen knife. The grandmother twisted her body on the chopping board and danced happily, leaving slashes on the fish. Then she carefully picked up a piece of garlic, a piece of ginger and a piece of green onion. "Crack", the kitchen knife cuts through the mess like a sharp knife, and the garlic, ginger, and green onions are suddenly broken into pieces, and then they are poured into the plate, waiting quietly.

"Crack", Grandma turned on the gas stove, and a stream of blue flames jumped up, dancing up and down like a naughty child, licking the bottom of the pot violently. "Stick-" Grandma poured the oil into the pot. The oil babies jumped and danced a graceful waltz happily.

Grandma picked up the half-dead fish and poured it gently into the pot. Suddenly, the flames shot into the sky, and the golden flames "stabbed". Jumping to the top of the pot, grandma picked up the spatula with quick eyes and hands. The fish kept rolling in the pot. The boiling water was poured into the pot, and the little splash playfully tickled the fish, "Whoa-whoa-whoa--" The fish gradually matured, and slowly, a layer of faint purple-red appeared on the surface of the fish, like The sky was as dazzling as the clouds. A aroma came to my nose. Grandma poured in the minced garlic, minced ginger, minced scallions, and soy sauce. After a while, she opened the lid and the aroma hit her face. . I took a sharp breath and said, "Hey -", and I could vaguely see the fish still shining with oil. Grandma put it on the plate, and a pot of fragrant squirrel mandarin fish was ready.

This is a cheerful piece of music, a lyrical piece of music, and this is my favorite crisp and sweet kitchen symphony.