Cook for the first time

In daily study, work or life, many people have experienced writing and are familiar with it. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is my first cooking composition carefully arranged, hoping to help everyone.

The first cooking composition 1 There are many "firsts" in my life, and the first ones always leave a deep impression on people. What impressed me was the first time I bought food and cooked for my family. On Friday night, my mother gave me a big task: let me cook lunch tomorrow. The next morning, I came to the vegetable market early to buy food. The variety of the vegetable market dazzled me and I didn't know what to buy. At the fish stall, I bargained like an adult and bought a carp and some tomatoes.

When I got home, I became a chef and prepared to cook a big meal for my parents. The first course is "scrambled eggs with tomatoes". First, I picked up tomatoes and sliced them. Then, turn on the stove, light the fire and pour some oil into the pot. When I knocked on the egg, the yellow egg core flowed out of the shell. I immediately took a bowl and followed. I poured tomatoes and eggs into the pot, stirred them with a spoon and covered the lid. After a while, the attractive fragrance came out. I turned off the fire and poured tomatoes and eggs into the plate. The second course is "Steamed Carp". I wash the fish, then put an iron shelf on the pot, put the fish down, put it on the iron shelf, and let the fire steam slowly ...? Mom came back, and I asked her to check my skills. My mother looked at my "steamed carp" and bent over with laughter. I forgot to add ginger, onion, soy sauce and other ingredients, which became a veritable "steamed carp". However, my mother praised me for my first lunch. Every "first time" we have is happy. No matter what the result is, I hope to cherish every "first time" in my life!

One day, my father is going to work, my mother is going to attend a training, and I am the only one at home. Before leaving, my mother said to me, "This morning, you are the host. Stop it."

"What did I hear just now? Alone! Master! Oh yeah! This is unprecedented good news! " I am talking to myself excitedly.

It's noon and my stomach is growling. I think today's lunch will be cooked by myself. So I took a potato first, thinking about my mother's appearance, peeled off the potato, sliced the potato, turned on the gas stove and added a little oil to the pot. The sound of "ho ho" came and the oil in the pot burst out. At this moment, I seem to see many bullets flying out of the pot. At a loss, I quickly poured all the potatoes in, and the sound of oil continued. I quickly put in a few spoonfuls of salt, and then poured the sliced meat into the pot. Soon, the meat was fragrant, and I said, "This is made by Jiang Qite! Hot potato chips! "

At this moment, I seem to see my mother give me a thumbs-up and say, "You are great. The potato chips you made are delicious! " "When I came to my senses, I found that potato chips are all mashed potatoes.

When my mother came back, I stammered, "This ... this is the earth ... I made mashed potatoes." Mother took a bite and screamed, "Why is this mashed potato so salty!" "Because there is too much salt, I am worried that there are bugs in the potatoes, so I deliberately put salty ones."

My mother smiled and ate my "mashed potatoes" while laughing. This is my first time cooking. I'm so happy!

Cooking for the first time composition 3 My mother no longer does everything by herself, but lets me do some small things. Finally, my mother asked me to cook for myself. I always watch my mother make a splash in the kitchen. Today I'm going to show my talent. I walked into the kitchen with confidence. Make fried eggs! Usually, my mother can always do it in a short time. It must be very simple. Let's make fried eggs first!

But after a while, ...

"Ahem ..." I coughed and rushed out. Smoke billowed in the kitchen and flames jumped in the pot. I rushed in again and picked up the pot cover to cover the flame. After a while, the fire went out and the smoke dispersed, but I saw a worse scene: the stove was dark, the eggs were lying in the pot like trampled slippers ... failure is the mother of success! I cheer myself up.

With the last experience, it is obviously much more stable this time. I beat the eggs first, put some salt, turn on the range hood, and then turn on the fire and pour the oil. When the oil smokes, I have a quick eye and a quick hand. I poured the egg into the pot, only to hear a bang, and the egg came out with beautiful bubbles. After waiting for a while, I turned the egg over. In a short time, the eggs were cooked, and the smell inside sucked out all the greedy bugs in my stomach. I thought it was almost hot, so I poured the eggs into the plate.

I tasted the eggs and found them delicious! I shouted excitedly, "I succeeded!" " "

Although this cooking has gone through a lot of hardships, I also experienced the pleasure of success. Although I have lost my image, I have eaten my own cooking and truly experienced the joy of labor for the first time.

I've always wondered how rice became rice. Eat grandma's delicious food every day, and I hope I can cook it myself one day. I decided to take advantage of the holiday to cook by myself today. First of all, grandma asked me to scoop a cup of rice in a rice jar with bamboo joints, then wash it and put it in a pressure cooker. Grandma said that rice doesn't need to be washed more, because it will lose nutrition. Just put the washed rice in the pressure cooker and add twice as much water. I covered the lid, plugged in the power supply and turned on the switch of the "cooking" box. Grandma told me that the meal would be ready in a minute. In a short time, the rice changed from crystal clear, small and hard particles to fragrant and soft rice. I thought to myself: cooking is really not difficult.

After cooking, I want to cook my favorite dish-money eggs. I took out four eggs from the refrigerator and cooked them in a pot with water as grandma asked, but I was afraid to fire because I was too nervous to burn my hands and explode. Grandma has been encouraging me and showing me. I finally pressed the switch of the gas stove and lit the fire. When the egg is ripe, I peel it like grandma and cut it into pieces. If I am not careful, I will cut my hand! Then we prepare seasonings, wash and cut onions, and pour soy sauce and vinegar into a bowl. Finally, put the eggs into the oil pan and add seasoning. Grandma did this, but I'm still a little afraid of spilling oil.

Delicious food is ready. I took out the rice and ate it. It tastes great!

It turns out that cooking is easy. ...

First cooking composition 5. Mom and dad are not at home, and no one cooks. I decided to cook for myself. First, I took out three cold eggs and a tomato like a little sun from the huge refrigerator. Then, I picked up a sharp kitchen knife and carefully cut the tomatoes for fear that this "naughty little guy" would cut my hand. After a while, the little tomato turned into a thin "crescent moon".

Everything is ready, I take out the oil pan, pull up the lid and lift it up bit by bit. Yellow and fragrant oil slowly fell into the pot. Next, I started to make a fire, "crackling", and explosions came and went. I put tomatoes in the pot, and suddenly, there was a slight explosion, which sounded like celebrating the Spring Festival. After a while, the juice of the tomato flowed out. As soon as I saw it, I quickly knocked a small hole in the egg "baby", just like the mouth. I hold the egg's mouth with one finger and then pull it hard. Bang, the yolk and liquid in the egg rushed out and fell into the hot pot. Before long, all the eggs turned into big fried eggs, which forced me to pick up a shovel and forcibly separate the "eggs". Finally, add salt, chicken essence and a delicious scrambled egg with tomato.

This time, I personally experienced the difficulty of cooking. Knowing my parents' hard work, I will definitely help my parents cook next time.

There are many firsts in life, such as the first swimming, the first class and the first cooking. Wait, I'll never forget the first time I cooked for the first time.

That day, my parents went out and left me alone at home. Goo goo. Time to eat. According to my "glorious tradition", I'd better find instant noodles to eat. However, after looking for it many times, I finally came to a conclusion-alas, there is no instant noodles! ! Since the material conditions are not satisfied, we have to do it ourselves and have plenty of food and clothing. Of course, it is impossible to use a gas stove. By the way, microwave oven! Haha, I'm so smart! All right! Do it now! Sento rice, pour the rice, put the water in, pour out a part, (because it should be like this) OK! Fire for 20 minutes! 1 of "ding-",ok! Let's see. Don't! When I was munching, huh? What is missing? Food! Do it, die, don't use an induction cooker! Must I turn on the gas? I was confused at that time, and words like gas poisoning came to my mind. Finally, I had a dry meal-no! Fortunately, mom and dad came back in time, otherwise I would really do it!

In fact, they put instant noodles on the bookcase, but I didn't see them, so I searched in the cupboard for a long time. Really! Optical knowledge seems useless, but you have to learn to live like cooking.

The first cooking composition 7 There are still six days left from school today, and I 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 loading rice, you come to the faucet and start the dragon that can only spray water, and the water will spray out in unison. Agree with each other without prior agreement. ] Tucao is taking a bath for "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.

My mother came home tonight and looked exhausted.

I feel that my mother is working hard day after day in order to earn more money to support her family. What can I do for her as a child? At this time, my mother was about to cook. I quickly stopped her: "Mom, I will cook today." "You?" She's a little skeptical. I saw her like that and quickly said, "I'm sure I can cook a good dish." Don't worry. " My mother saw that I was decisive and had to be willing. But she has a standard, and she wants to give specific guidance next to her, because I agreed. Cook gradually. Seeing that there are cucumbers and eggs at home, I decided to use cucumbers as scrambled eggs. The first thing I want to do is to beat eggs. I banged them on the table. As a result, the egg broke a big hole, the egg was transparent, and Huang Er spilled all over the table. I quickly took out the towel on the side, soaked it with water and wiped it clean. My mother told me not to worry, but to see how she did it first.

He took out an egg and put it on the edge of the table. There was a small gap in the egg. He opened the eggshell along the gap with both hands, and Qing Er and Huang's eggs flowed into the bowl. I beat three eggs in my mother's way, and then I want to stir the eggs. My left hand followed the bowl, and my right hand chewed with wooden chopsticks like a pen, banging on the bowl, or my feet were not good. My mother held me forward with chopsticks. Pay more than ten rounds of eggs clockwise, and it's time to cut cucumbers. My mother will help me demonstrate first, but I think he cuts the cucumber with his right hand and brushes the knife with his right hand three or two times, and then a cucumber is cut. But when I cut the cucumber, it will become lighter in my mother's hand, and it seems to be as heavy as a jack in my hand.

There are many unforgettable things about cooking for the first time, but the most unforgettable thing is last summer vacation.

One day in summer vacation. I watched my mother cooking lunch in the kitchen and became interested in cooking. I decided to show my talents in the evening and cook a pair of simple meals for my parents.

My planned menu is: a plate of vegetables and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Here we go. Because it's the first time, we invited our chef and my mother to guide us. I can cook rice at first, but I can't wash rice. At this moment, my mother stood up and said to me, "Xiao Si, this is how rice is washed." Mom said, while showing it to me. My mother asked me to try it again. I didn't do very well at first, but I studied hard because of my mother's careful guidance. I finally learned. Start cooking.

Then my mother said, "Xiao Si, let's start cooking now." "hmm." Stir-fry vegetables first. I've already chosen it. I'll wash it first. Yes, mom cut it, too. I started cooking, and I said excitedly, "It's time to cook." Then the greens went to the pot and danced ... the vegetables were fried.

There are scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I carefully selected several large tomatoes and eggs, washed the tomatoes and cut them well. Beat eggs Four should be enough. All the ingredients are ready, and we can fry them. The tomatoes in the pot ... are almost ready, with eggs and finally with oil and salt. All right, it's done.

I shouted, "Dinner is ready." Eating your own cooking, there is really an unspeakable pleasure in it. The process of cooking is really vivid! This is my first time and my most unforgettable one. I will always remember it.

My mother can cook many famous dishes, among which my favorite is scrambled eggs with tomatoes. So, I pestered my mother to teach me how to cook this dish, and she agreed happily.

One day after school, my mother mysteriously said to me, "Baby, I have prepared ingredients for you, and you will be the chef today." I trotted home, put down my schoolbag and rushed into the kitchen. I was dumbfounded when I stood in front of the fire. Pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are simply dazzling. Just when I was at a loss, my mother came in When she saw my puzzled face, she couldn't help laughing. While cooking oil leisurely, she said to me, "Baby, wash the tomatoes and lay eggs quickly." I finished this little task quickly. Mom handed me the spatula and said, "Chef, it's your turn to play". I stood on a small stool, close to the smoking oil pan, and carefully poured the beaten eggs into the pan. At this time, a scratching noise scared me to run out of the kitchen with a spatula. Mom laughed herself up. I saw that she calmly poured the cut tomatoes into the pot and immediately calmed the frying noise of the oil pan. So, I ran back quickly. Add a spoonful of salt, stir fry a few times quickly, and serve.

Eating scrambled eggs with my own fried tomatoes makes me very happy.

The first cooking composition in my life 1 1 I will experience various attempts. Try washing clothes, riding a bike, listening to speeches and so on. However, not every attempt is unforgettable. The most unforgettable thing is my first cooking.

It was noon on a Sunday and my father went to work. My mother was just bored when she suddenly answered the phone and went on a business trip. My lunch suddenly disappeared. At this time, I thought to myself: I am so old, I should learn to cook by myself. So, I went to the kitchen and took out my own pot, tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator. I planned to learn from my mother's cooking and fry a tomato and egg myself.

First, I washed the tomatoes with water, then put them on the chopping block, took out a kitchen knife and cut two tomatoes into sixteen pieces of similar size. Then I break the eggs, put them in a bowl and mix them with chopsticks, so the preparation before cooking is done.

Next, we will start cooking. I turned on the gas stove, put the washed pot on the stove and poured some oil. After a while, the oil burned red, so I poured the prepared eggs. As soon as the eggs were put into the pot, the oil was alive and kicking in the pot, and a little "oil fart child" accidentally jumped into my hand! It's too hot. I'll dump it quickly. At this time, I saw that the eggs were basically formed, so I poured the tomatoes in and added a spoonful of salt. Soon, a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes came out of the pot.

I sat on the table, eating this bowl of my own cooking, and my heart was as sweet as honey. This time, although the food I cooked was not as delicious as my mother's, I realized the happy philosophy of life myself.

The first cooking composition 12 At noon today, my mother was not feeling well and my father was not at home. My mother wanted to order takeout for lunch, so I said to my mother, "Mom, I didn't finish the meal in our refrigerator last night. Leave it to me for lunch! Let's cook fried rice. " Mother readily agreed. Because I used to watch every time my mother cooked, I would cook some simple meals. But this is my first time cooking, so I am very excited and happy.

I first took out the leftover rice from last night, pressed it loosely with a spoon, and then diced the ham sausage, which kept rolling around. My mother said, "Cut diagonally, then cut into strips, and finally diced." After listening to my mother's advice, it's much better, but the size is still different. Then put two eggs in the bowl and break them up, adding a little salt. Then boil the oil, fry the eggs, put the rice in, and scatter it everywhere during the frying process. Mom smiled and said, "Are you a fried rice or a rice grower?" I can only stir fry carefully and slowly, and then add salt. For the first time, I put a little less salt, tasted it, and it tasted a little weak, so I put a little more, and it tasted good. After that, add thirteen incense, release smoke, add ham sausage and continue to stir fry. My mother said fried rice was better, so I fried it for a while. My mother said, "well, if you fry it again, it will burn!" " "I quickly stopped and cooked the chicken essence. I give my mother and me a bowl each. My mother tasted it and said, "It tastes good! " "

Because it's the first time to cook, my mother also praised me for my poor taste. Make persistent efforts!

The first cooking composition 13 every morning during the summer vacation, there are always many delicious foods waiting for me to "destroy" on the table. But when I got up this morning, the table was empty. Open the refrigerator, there is nothing but air conditioning. At this moment, I suddenly found a note on the desk, which read: Binbin, we have something urgent to go out. The food is in the kitchen. Let's cook at home. Suddenly, I was dumbfounded.

I thought: I have never turned on the gas in my life, let alone cooked, otherwise I would not eat! But just after reading a book for a while, I sang "Empty City Plan". Well, the book says: if you don't eat, you won't starve to death as long as you have water. I went to carry the kettle, but unfortunately he was also "empty-bellied". No water, no food. I still have a plan in my mind: I heard that people won't be hungry when they fall asleep. I was lying in bed, but my disappointed stomach made me toss and turn, and I couldn't sleep.

Helpless, I can only cook by myself. I washed rice in sento and put it in the rice cooker. Then start scrambled eggs. I stirred the eggs evenly first, and then poured them into the pot with a trembling voice, only to remember that there was no oil. At this time, the rice was cooked, and I quickly turned off the rice cooker, only to find that the scrambled eggs had become scrambled egg paste. I started cooking soup again. I put the chicken feathers into the pot first, and then poured some water to cover the pot in a hurry. I wonder how long it will take to make this soup. It will take ten minutes. When I opened the lid, the chickpeas had turned into "yellow cabbage".

"One dish and one soup" was just served, and none of my parents came back with a bag full of vegetables. My father said, "We have nothing to do. This is just an exam for you." Then he tasted the food I cooked. "You can eat, but you can't show it to others. 50 points, you failed! "

I suddenly realized, thinking: although I am so old, I can't do anything. I must take more such special exams in the future!

The first cooking composition 14 life is like walking on a forest path, and a fierce tiger jumps out of it. This is the first very difficult thing in your life. Jumping out of a tame deer is the first exciting and happy thing in your life.

I came home excitedly, opened the door and shouted, "I'm back!" " "The only answer to me is the echo of the sound hitting the wall. Obviously, there is no one at home. After a long time, I suddenly went crazy and shouted happily, "Oh, yeah! If mom is not at home, you can play games with peace of mind! " After that, he threw away his schoolbag and rushed into the room, "working hard". He didn't notice the note on the table at all: Son, mom has something to do and won't come back at night. I ordered takeout for you.

At night, my stomach is full of "empty plans". There is no one at home, so I have to cook by myself. But isn't cooking a bit too abstruse for a first-grade child of mine? I can't help it I stood on a small bench, awkwardly picked up a frying spoon, cracked two eggs in the pot, and then said to myself, "Mom should put oil and salt in cooking." I picked up the oil pot and the seasoning bottle full of salt, which I kept. Just as I finished, someone called. I walked over and picked up my cell phone. The voice on the other end of the phone was dissatisfied: "takeaway, go downstairs and get it." I was embarrassed when I held the bowl of fried rice with egg drop, which was especially salty.

Although I failed to cook this time, I will definitely cook a good dish next time.

/kloc-One day during the 0/5 holiday, I was doing my homework seriously. Suddenly the phone rang, and I got a call saying, "Son, mom is working overtime today, and I will cook for you when dad comes back." Just put the phone down, I got another call, which said, "Son, dad has a meeting and will cook for you when mom comes back."

Suddenly I felt so miserable that I made up my mind to cook my favorite dish once. This time I have to prove that I can cook well.

I wash the white rice first, then pour the rice into the rice cooker and press the start button, and it will work by itself.

When I am cooking. Prepare a dish: scrambled eggs with tomatoes. First, I took out two eggs, then beat them into a bowl, stirred them evenly, and then sliced the red tomatoes. I started cooking. I poured the oil into the pot. As soon as the oil was a little brighter, I poured the eggs into the pan and fried them. Then I pour the tomatoes in and fry them together. Finally, I put sugar in it, and a delicious scrambled egg with tomatoes is ready.

I ate my own delicious food with relish. Suddenly, the door opened. So my mother is back. She smelled the perfume with her keen nose before she dared to come to the kitchen.

Mother asked, "Is your father back?"

I said, "No."

Mom asked in surprise, "Where did this delicious food come from?"

I proudly looked up and said, "I cooked all these meals."

At this moment, I suddenly feel that I have grown up!