My chef writes an essay on the topic

1. A 400-word essay about my family’s chef

Mom, my family is a five-star chef. He is very good at cooking and his skills are really superb! "Whoa! Whoa!" Look! It’s dinner time! Mom is showing off her skills again!

I saw my mother washing the potatoes, and then I heard the sound of "chop chop chop chop chop..." Look, how skillful my mother is! Grasping potatoes in one hand and holding a knife in the other, humming a tune while chopping vegetables with ease! The bulky potatoes turned into slender shredded potatoes after a while. After cutting the vegetables, I saw my mother put oil in the pot. The oil must be hot before the vegetables can be put. After a while, the vegetables rose in the sky. When the oil was hot, my mother skillfully put the chopped vegetables into the pot. "Wow!" The aroma of the vegetables immediately covered up the smell of the oil smoke. My mother took the spatula, stir-fried, and stir-fried. I would pick it up and stir-fry from time to time. After a while, my mother took out soy sauce, vinegar, and other seasonings, poured or sprinkled them evenly, and then continued to stir-fry. The strong aroma of the vegetables made my mouth water when I stood in the kitchen. ! Smelling the aroma of the food, my stomach seemed to be hungry all of a sudden, "Little greedy cat, are you hungry?" "Yeah, yeah, I can't wait!" Mom turned the pot to one side, and the food was put on the plate obediently, without any of it being poured out. , a delicious dish is on the table!

Next, there are tomato and egg soup, fried vegetables..., to me, they are all delicacies!

"Greedy cats! It's time to eat!" "It's time to eat!" My dad and I cheered! The sour and sour sweet and sour pork ribs and tomato and egg soup have a unique taste and are endlessly memorable. The shredded potatoes are even more delicious...

Look at how awesome my mother is, she has delicious dishes every day , are you envious!

2. A 900-word essay on my family’s super chef

My family’s great chef

My father is in his thirties. He works in Hailan Factory. Dad is tall, fat, and an honest northerner. The dishes he cooks are first-rate and delicious, and he is a veritable great chef in my family. After returning home from school, when my mother and I went upstairs, a scent of fragrance penetrated my nostrils. As soon as I smelled this smell, I knew it was my father frying potatoes for me. Mom opened the door, and I saw my dad wearing an apron and starting to fry the second dish. Dad heated the pot first, and then poured the oil into the pot. After a while, bursts of oil smoke came out of the pot, and there was a loud smell. The sound of "buzz". Dad first threw the chopped green onion into the pot, and when the vegetables slowly turned from white to yellow, Dad poured in soy sauce, vinegar, sprinkled with salt, then stirred it a few times with a shovel, then quickly took the pot down and stir-fried a few times. It’s out of the pot. I stared at the food blankly, drooling all over the floor. It was my mother who woke me up! I quickly swallowed some water. After a while, I asked "Dad when will dinner be served? I'm almost starving to death!" After hearing this, Dad said proudly: "Little greedy cat, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry!" After that, he ran to stir-fry again. I had to drool while doing my homework. After a while, Dad said that dinner was ready, and I ran over quickly and flattered him: "With such a good dish, you need at least three bowls of rice." Dad saw through my "conspiracy": "You are flattering too." It’s too big, I can’t stand your praise!” As he said this, our whole family laughed. The food my father cooked was so delicious, and my mother and I were his experimental subjects. If my father could cook every day, I would be his experiment and greedy cat every day. 3. The beginning of the composition about my family’s chef

There is a “chef” in my family—my mother. The food she cooks is "fragrant for ten miles", which is as delicious as the food in the restaurant. The sweet and sour cauliflower tomatoes, the irresistible seaweed buns, the fish head with chopped peppers, and the fat but not greasy steamed pork with rice flour left a deep impression on me.

"The fragrance spreads ten miles" is an exaggeration to describe the deliciousness of mother's cooking. The adjectives are used appropriately and vividly

I dragged my tired body on the way home. When I approached the stairs, a strong fragrance attracted my hungry belly like a magnet. There must be something delicious today. . "Mom, what good ingredients are you cooking? It fascinates me as a 'food critic'.

"I forgot to change my shoes, and I forgot to take off my schoolbag, so I went straight to the kitchen, where the food is produced. I opened the lid of the pot, not caring that it was hot. When I took a look, wow, it turned out to be fat but not greasy, and the sauce flavor was outstanding. , the salty and sweet steamed pork with rice noodles makes me have endless aftertaste. In my mother's hands, an ordinary piece of pork belly turned into a red and white, tender but not greasy, rice flour, rich in flavor, glutinous and fragrant.

“The thick aroma attracts my hungry belly like a magnet, there must be something delicious today. "The metaphorical image of two "forgots" is to write about my greedy cat-like appearance and the smell of the rice made by my mother.

"How about my mom? "My mother looked at me proudly.

"That's not necessarily true," I said, actually starting to drool in my heart. "I have to try it. ”

Well, it smells so good, and the color is also very nice, golden and yellow, with a layer of small pumpkins. I followed the example of a gourmet, first looking at the color of the food with my eyes, and then smelling it with my nose. Finally, I blew it hard, put it in my mouth and tasted it slowly. It was so delicious that I ran into the room and wrote a "100 points" card to my mother, and then took it together without caring about my ladylike manner. I put one piece into my mouth, and my mother laughed happily while watching me eat it, which showed that this dish was quite successful.

The verbs were used accurately to show how I tasted them. /p>

There is a “chef” in my family who can cook, but I can’t control him even if I want to. 4. Write an essay of more than 450 words on the topic of my father, the chef.

All fathers in the world have one thing in common: they love and care for their children, and fathers in each family have their own characteristics. My father is one of the "three best" fathers.

My dad is 40 years old, of medium height, with a flat top, shiny black hair mixed with traces of white hair, a pair of big, bright eyes, and a big mole between dad’s left eyebrows. , highlighting dad’s intelligence.

One of the best: My dad loves scores. People who know dad say he is a very easy-going person, but in my eyes, dad is a very easy-going person. They are very strict with me in my studies. If they see that I am not careful in writing my homework, they will definitely make me rewrite it; if they see that I am not thinking seriously in doing the questions, they will immediately straighten their faces and criticize me severely. From the first day of school, he never gave a "green light" to study. What bothered me the most was that my father loved scores. After every exam, he would always ask me questions on the way out of school. : "Son, what score did you get in today's test? "That is, when I write words and texts silently, I have to ask about the score. Of course, the ideal score will be exchanged for praise and rewards. On the contrary, it will be scolded by my father immediately. But my father's face is like a summer thunderstorm, It goes as quickly as it comes. After a while, you will see your dad sitting there calmly and telling me some truths that will benefit me throughout my life, until I am convinced. I know that dad is not concerned about anything. The score is about my learning status and my attitude towards learning.

The second one: My dad loves life the most. Look, there are pots of elegant and elegant threshing in our small yard. Orchids, you know how much effort my father has put into them. Every time the orchids bloom, the entire courtyard of my house is filled with the faint fragrance of orchids. When guests come, they can't help but say: "Ah, it smells so good." ! "And this sentence is the best feedback to Dad. Dad not only loves orchids, but also loves lotus. The two tanks of lotus in our house allow me to appreciate "the infinite green of the lotus leaves touching the sky and the lotus reflecting the sun" without leaving the house. "Special red" artistic conception. Dad's love for flowers is actually his love for home. He used his love to create a warm home for us. And what I admire most about dad is that he can The beautiful scenery of my small courtyard is vividly displayed on the paper. The vivid Chinese paintings are a reflection of my father's love for life.

The third one: Dad is a "drunk" father. Dad loves to drink. Because of work, he has to drink. However, dad always gets drunk, and when he is drunk, he seems to be a different person, so he also makes a lot of jokes. .

Look!

That night, my mother and I were watching TV, and suddenly the doorbell rang. I thought to myself: "Dad must be back, right?" My mother went to open the door, and then I heard her yelling loudly. He got up and said, "I drank too much again. Don't come back when you're drunk!" Dad said, "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk." His mouth was like holding a piece of candy, and his words were unclear. His tongue was spinning. I also ran out to join in the fun, put my nose against my dad, smelled it hard, and said to my dad: "Humph, you're lying, you smell like alcohol, but I'm not drunk yet." "Nonsense, I'm not drunk!" Dad was quibbling again, This happens every time he drinks too much. There's really nothing you can do about him. At this time, like a magic trick, my dad took a big bag of snacks from his bag and stuffed it into my hand. He hugged me and said, "Here, baby son, your favorite!" Yeah, usually my dad is most opposed to me eating snacks. . Alas, Dad drank too much today, but he was gentler and kinder than usual. I was really confused: Is it better to drink or not drink?

This is my oldest dad, my favorite dad, my favorite dad.

My dad is a great chef

My dad is very tall, but a bit lazy, and his cooking skills are terrible. So if my mother is not at home, we usually eat instant noodles.

Take last time for example! My grandpa passed away and it will take four or five weeks for my mother to come back. This is really hard for my dad and I. We eat instant noodles for three meals a day. A better way to drink cold boiled water at home is to eat instant noodles with pickled mustard or eat out. In response to this situation, my dad decided to improve the food and cook it himself instead of eating out.

He just went ahead and bought a lot of ingredients that afternoon. He said: "Let me, a great chef, make braised saury for you today!" He was interrupted before he could finish his sentence. "Stop bragging and cook it quickly. I'm starving to death."

"Okay! Let's get to work." He heated the pot first, and then put a small amount of vegetable oil. Then put the fish in and start frying. While copying, he said and boasted, "Your father's cooking skills are comparable to those of chefs in five-star hotels. I think the rice I cooked back then was famous in the whole village." While he was talking and cooking, he also explained, "This braise You need to add salt, soy sauce, MSG, etc. to the saury." After a while, the braised saury was ready.

I couldn’t wait to pick up the chopsticks and taste them. "Ah! So sour, so sweet, so bitter and so unpalatable!" Ah! How could it be? "It really tastes terrible." I thought maybe the seasonings were put in wrongly. He said, "No, no, how could I make such a stupid mistake? If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you." "After that, he went to get the seasoning. I couldn't laugh or cry when I saw it. This was not salt and soy sauce, but sugar and vinegar.

Whenever I think of that incident, I can’t laugh or cry, but who wants to have a “chef” at home? 5. Composition: I am the little chef in the family. Write a narrative essay and describe your own characteristics through one or two things.

I am the little chef in the family.

Whenever I see I always feel very ashamed when my family is cooking at home. Every time I wanted to help, I didn't know anything, so I studied cooking for a long time and finally learned tomato and egg soup that almost everyone didn't know.

I first took two large eggs and a red lantern-like tomato. First, I washed the oil-covered pot from top to bottom, and then started making tomato and egg soup. First remove the leaves from the tomatoes and then cut them into even slices. Beat the eggs again and stir. The eggs are like two suns in the pot, smiling at me. Simmer over low heat for a while, then add red tomatoes and fry for a few times, then add some water and bring to a boil. A pot of mouth-watering tomato and egg soup is ready.

I put the soup in front of my mother. She took a few sips, smacked her lips, and exclaimed, "It's really good." I thought to myself, I have become the little chef at home. 6. A 200-word essay on my kitchen

This is my kitchen. The room is long and narrow and rectangular.

Walking into the kitchen, there is the sink directly in front of me. This is where I wash dishes. The sink is next to the window, so the lighting is better; there is a row of cooking tables against the wall on the left, with a stove built in the middle, and a matching range hood above it; There is a row of medium-high cabinets against the wall on the right, which contains my pots, pans, and small tableware that I treasure. I always add some new tableware from time to time. There are many things on the cabinet, such as fruit baskets, rice cookers, etc. There is a refrigerator next to the cabinet, and there is always a lot of food in it. There is a microwave on the refrigerator. I always make some popcorn to eat, and I never get tired of eating it. . Oh, there is one thing missing, and that is the light in my kitchen. The crystal light on the ceiling was specially installed by me to create an atmosphere. It is very distinctive, but it is very troublesome to clean.

This is my kitchen, the birthplace of my meals. 7. Essay on our family's super "famous chef"

One day, while I was typing furiously in front of the computer, the aroma of vegetables wafted out of the kitchen, teasing my sensitive palate - needless to say, again It’s “Top Chef” dad cooking. So, I put down the computer and went straight to the kitchen... Honorary title·"Uncle Potato" One day, Sister Shan came to my house to play temporarily, but there was no food at noon, and there were only potatoes and meat. Dad had no choice but to cook with potatoes and meat.

There are no green vegetables or rich seasonings. The potato pieces and meat pieces were dancing in the hot pot, constantly spinning and jumping; after a while, a small handful of salt was sprinkled, and it seemed like snow had fallen in the pot, but the "snow flakes" quickly melted in the hot "earth" "Come on... After a while, the kitchen was full of enthusiasm, filled with the "squeaking" sound of stir-frying, and the strong aroma of vegetables overflowed, and the aroma filled the whole room. The dishes were soon served. Me, my sister, my mother, and my father sat at the table and picked up a piece of potato - God! How can it be so delicious? The potatoes are very floury and soft, with a meaty aroma that fills the lips and teeth (probably part of the reason is that the potatoes themselves are good, because they are potatoes grown in my grandma’s yard), plus my sister and I are already "hungry" , a plate of food was completely eaten in a short time...

From then on, my sister and I gave my father the title of "Uncle Potato". One-table catering·Party banquet New Year's Eve dinner How can a "top chef" only have the skill of making potatoes? Two or three hours at most, ten dishes per table, ensuring both quality and quantity. If this is considered a skill among full-time housewives, it would not be surprising; but in front of fathers, it is really not easy to do this. In life, when you have a guest, celebrate a birthday, hold a banquet, etc., it is a piece of cake to prepare some wine and meat; it is also a piece of cake to take care of guests, entertain distinguished guests, and even take care of the New Year's Eve dinner for the whole family. As long as there is someone to help cook and prepare fresh ingredients (ps: it is necessary to use good ingredients to cook good rice), cook rice, peel garlic, etc., every meal will be a breeze. Every time, more than a dozen relatives gather together, eating the food cooked by Dad and praising Dad's cooking skills. Dad can only "float" for a while at this time. As a daughter, I also feel extremely proud.

Although ordinary and family love is priceless, who doesn’t know that although his cooking skills are indeed the best in the family, compared to the magical chef wearing a tall chef’s hat in a five-star restaurant, Dad is still far behind; compared to expensive dishes made from rare delicacies from mountains and seas, ordinary home-cooked dishes are incomparable. However, the only taste that no amount of money can buy is abundant in my father's dishes - that is family love. Family love is priceless. How can a plate of dishes filled with fatherly love not be compared to "priceless"? 8. The end of my kitchen composition

Home is the cradle for every child’s growth and the harbor where every child lives.

I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family.

I love my home, a happy and warm home. My parents love me in every possible way, which makes me deeply appreciate the warmth of home.

Whenever I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking delicious meals for me in the kitchen. My father sits next to me and studies with me. When I encounter a question that I don’t know, my father will patiently answer it. Explain to me that my mother is very concerned about my studies. She is afraid that I will be tired from studying, so she tries her best to find ways to strengthen my nutrition. He boiled a cup of hot milk for me every morning, and always prepared recipes for me to cook.

I love my family, a harmonious and happy home. There is always a peaceful atmosphere in my house, and our family of three always lives in harmony.

My parents have a very good relationship and almost never quarrel. My father talks very humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh. I am a very sensible child who is not willful and does not make my parents angry.

If I get good grades in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite ice cream. Every time I pour a glass of wine for my parents first. Because I know very well that in addition to the credit of my teachers, my achievements are also inseparable from the training of my parents. I love my home, a home that I can rely on.

Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside, it is my parents who help me resolve difficulties and listen to me express my inner anguish. They teach me how to face life and face the facts; it is they who teach me how to face life and the facts. I understand that life will not be smooth sailing, but a person must know how to face the challenges and tests of life. I love this warm and happy home, and let love stay in my home forever.

I love my family. Everyone has a home, and everyone loves his own home, so I am no exception. Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence, and cheer up from failure.

However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere. I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is my parents and family environment.

The saying "love grows over time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or an object, as long as you face it for a long time, you will develop deep feelings. Unknowingly, I have lived in my home for thirteen years. There are my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment, and my many years of stories are stored there.

At home, my parents are like my good friends. They talk and laugh every day. No matter how unhappy I am on the way home, as soon as I step into the house, my heart is like being It's as easy and free as letting go. The environment in which I grew up has some aspects that make me happy and some that make me sad.

In the whole house, my favorite thing is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookcase, a dresser and a computer... I sit on my desk every day Do your homework and sleep on the big bed. Sometimes when you are tired, just sit in front of the computer and relax, so that your brain can relax after working for a long time. When you have free time, you can browse the books on the bookcase. Everything in the room accompanies my happiness, anger, sadness and joy.

Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and colorful flowers in the garden.

I also often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family, and every story in my family. 9. In the essay, My Chef Mom, focus on how she cooks.

Mom is the recognized chef in our family.

Every day, as soon as we step into our home, we hear classic "cooking songs" coming from the kitchen at home. The one who plays is our family’s cook, Mom.

With her sleeves rolled up high, she was already very busy, giving instructions to her father from time to time: "Go buy soy sauce quickly!" "Wash the radish for me!" "Come on, wash it!" "Bring out the vegetables!" "Wipe the table and get ready for dinner!"... At this time, my house seemed to be holding a "soprano recital"! The food my mother cooks is not only delicious, but also nutritious, and can be called "delicious food". One of the dishes, "Shredded Pork with Fish Flavor", is particularly delicious and has become my family's special dish! I like to eat it most. As soon as this dish comes up, I wolf it down immediately. When I first eat this dish, I will feel a numb smell going straight into my throat; but if I taste it carefully, I will have endless aftertaste.

I remember that when I was a child, I was picky about food. My mother couldn't bear to see my increasingly thin face, so she was worried about me and bought four cookbooks. Now my mother's cooking skills are quite good! I often jokingly call her the "Queen Chef".

Now, I am physically strong. This is all due to my mother. It is my mother’s hard work that has made our whole family healthy. 10. Essay on our family’s super chef

In our family, my father is known as the “super chef”. Why is this? Since there are only three people in our family, she is certainly the number one! However, my father's title of "super chef" is not just for bragging. I have the most say in the dishes he cooks.

Although the dishes cooked by Dad are not as gorgeous as those in star hotels, the nutritional content is definitely first-class, such as his specialty dishes, such as: braised chicken, braised shrimp, steamed sea bass, chowder, and braised pork. The aroma, the color, and the taste are really mouth-watering.

In the past few days, autumn has entered and the weather has begun to dry. In order to cope with this kind of weather, my father specially cooked eggs with leeks for me. He also said, "Scrambled eggs with leeks can detoxify and relieve constipation. You should Eat more." In addition, my father stir-fries vegetables with green leaves for me every day, saying that they can also relieve internal heat and detoxify.

No matter how busy my father is at retreat, he never forgets to take care of my food. In the morning, there is always a bottle of milk and an egg on the table, and then some staple food, such as bread, steamed buns, steamed buns, etc., so that the energy needed for the whole morning is enough.

In the evening, my father usually prepares four dishes and one soup, and the dishes are different every day. My father said that this way, my body can better absorb nutrients and make myself healthier. Therefore, my father's love and adequate nutrition constitute my healthy body.

The food cooked by my father can be described in one word: great.