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Grandma's steamed stuffed bun is delicious to write a composition.

1. Grandma learns to make steamed stuffed bun composition

[Grandma learns to make steamed stuffed bun composition]

The steamed stuffed bun made by Grandma is delicious, with thin skin and attractive color. Every time the lid is lifted, the smell comes to the nose, which makes people drool and grandma learns to make steamed stuffed bun composition. But who knows, how many times did such a delicious grandma steamed stuffed bun get it after experimental summary? At the beginning, grandma kneaded the noodles and steamed them in the pot. As a result, the steamed buns were shriveled, without foaming, and tasted hard, which was a "dead noodle". Later, according to others' introduction, grandma added some edible raw flour when kneading dough. However, when steamed, the dough turned yellow and tasted bitter and astringent. Grandma learned to make steamed buns composition in the sixth grade of primary school. ..... In this way, after repeated practice, grandma finally mastered the method of making steamed buns. That is: the stuffing should be fresh, and if it is meat stuffing, it should be half fat and half thin, so it will be fragrant and delicious; Use "old noodles" when making noodles, so that the noodles can ferment properly; The dough should be thin. ..... Eating grandma's steamed stuffed bun, I thought, when can I have grandma's unique skills? Grandma learns to write 25 words of steamed stuffed bun composition. 2. It's amazing for grandma to wrap jiaozi. Two or three things. Composition < P > Grandma is from Shaoxing. Although they are fellow villagers with Lu Xun, they don't know many words, and even the names are hard to write. Grandma's figure is also a typical southern figure, short and round, which looks very "petite".

From birth to primary school, I spent my childhood at my grandmother's house. So much so that I learned a mouthful of Shaoxing dialect from my grandmother, and now I can still come up with a few words from time to time, but I can't speak half a sentence of authentic Shaoxing dialect. But the habit of calling grandma "empress" (as Shaoxing people call her) has never been changed.

Grandma has a good hand with wonton, and all the wonton passed by her hands are as exquisite as works of art.. As long as I can remember, grandma's wonton has always been the staple food. I can't remember exactly what it was, but what impressed me most was not grandma's delicious wonton, but her jiaozi.

I remember that day, I suddenly clamored for wonton, so grandma had to go out temporarily to buy wonton skins and fillings. I craned my neck and waited at the window for a long time, but I waited for a round and thick dumpling skin. I asked my grandmother strangely, why didn't I buy the thin skin from the buyer and buy the round and thick skin instead? Grandma said she was late, and the wonton skin was sold out, leaving only the dumpling skin. Then he tried to tell me that jiaozi is similar to wonton.

In fact, jiaozi and Wonton, as the representative pasta of the north and the south, are completely different, but at that time, when I was young, I nodded in ignorance. As usual, that day, I leaned my head against a high desktop and waited to appreciate my grandmother's superb jiaozi technique. But grandma kicked me out to play uncharacteristically. I was surprised that I just refused to leave. Grandma had no choice but to start packing. 3. composition of making buns

We got up early and prepared to make our own buns. You must be excited, so come and have a look.

First of all, we took out the stuffing of self-raising flour and red bean paste that we bought yesterday, and began to be as busy as the kitchen in the canteen. Dad is in charge of dough mixing, mom helps dad, and I am in charge of putting the bean paste into the bowl. The sun is rising gradually, and we have finished our respective tasks one after another.

it's time to wrap buns next. Mom couldn't wrap it, so she wrapped it in a bulging one and closed a mouth at the bottom, which looked like glutinous rice balls. We laughed at it. Dad started to do it, and he mastered the skills skillfully. The buns wrapped were exactly the same as those sold outside, just like copying. I saw my heart itch, so I quickly asked my father for advice. The seemingly simple flower steamed stuffed bun is difficult to learn. When I look at dad's bag, it's just a fold, a fold and a fold, and soon a steamed stuffed bun will be fine. But when it comes to my hand, I'm also folding again and again. Well, I can't take it back, the stuffing can't be wrapped in it, and it's exposed. Finally, my father has to take it back for me. Look at the steamed stuffed bun I wrapped, because it's going to be dough because it's folded too much. Why is it so ugly? I was puzzled, so I tried another one. Alas, it's still the same as before.

Although my steamed stuffed bun is not as beautiful as my father's, my father praised me, because I tried to wrap it, although it was not beautiful, but my mother said that this kind of steamed stuffed bun could not be wrapped, and I didn't even try to make it.

When the sun shines all over the earth, we are enjoying the bean paste buns made by ourselves. Although they are not as delicious as those made in the canteen, we are still very happy. 4. The third-grade composition buns are delicious. 3 words

This morning, I made buns with my mother.

first, let's mix noodles. Mother poured flour into a big basin, then I poured baking powder and added some water, and mother began to knead it over and over again. In a short time, glistening flour turned into dough, but mom said she would have to wake up for a while before wrapping it.

While waking up, we began to make stuffing. I laboriously chopped the meat into paste with a knife, then washed and cut the onions, poured them into a big pot, added some seasoning and stirred them, and the stuffing was ready.

After about half an hour, I woke up, and finally I could start wrapping. I took a piece of dough rolled by my mother, put some stuffing in it, held the dough with one hand and pinched it with the other. My first steamed bun was wrapped, but my mouth was cracked, and my mother said that the stuffing would escape, so I wrapped a few more patiently, and the effort paid off. Mom also taught me how to wrap some rabbit bags!

how interesting it is to make buns!

I'm flattered to think that I'm going to eat my own steamed stuffed bun soon. 5. making buns

at this time, every household is busy making buns, and our family is no exception.

In the early morning, everyone made the stuffed buns, including sesame sugar, rice, vegetables and my favorite meat. Our family went out for bread. After dinner, we took the stuffed buns to the shop to wrap them. When we went there, there were still many people, so we wrapped them ourselves. Grandpa kept rolling noodles, and I kept pressing them, grabbing a little flour and sprinkling it from time to time. My father and brother were there. I shouted, and the old master came over and lifted the cloth in the big vat. When I saw it, it turned out to be dough. The old master drew a piece of noodles like big fat with a knife and came out. It was comfortable to order a little fat with his hand. He dragged the noodles into small ones with skillful techniques, and I pressed them into cakes one by one and rolled them for grandpa. Soon, the stuffed meat came out, which was very hot, but I still couldn't keep my mouth cold. I took one and burned it to death. When I bit it down, the juice was as much like soup packets. I especially loved it. I took some for my uncles and aunts who had worked hard all day, and they also said it was delicious. I was very happy. All the steamed buns were steamed, and it was already 4: 3. We picked them up and put them in bags, and paid for them to go.

when I got home, I opened the bag and smelled a delicious big steamed stuffed bun tempting me to eat one. I couldn't help taking a meat steamed stuffed bun and munching it. It was delicious. 6. Ask a beggar child to buy a steamed stuffed bun for grandma. < P > Today, my grandma made a steamed stuffed bun. First, grandma made flour into a big basin of dough. Then, grandma let the big bowl of dough rise a little. Send it, and the steamed buns will be softer. After the dough was made, grandma filled it. There are sesame and peanut fillings, and sesame is very sweet. Because grandma put two bags of sugar in sesame seeds, sesame seeds are very sweet. After it's done, grandma makes steamed buns.

Grandma first makes the dough into a very long strip, and then cuts it into many steamed buns with a knife. Press the steamed bread flat, and then put the stuffing; Put the steamed buns together again, and one steamed bun will be ready. Grandma did a good job. One by one, beautiful. I thought to myself: I must make a nice and delicious steamed stuffed bun next time! 7. Grandma's food is delicious. Look at the pictures and write words

Today, when I came home from school, I smelled a delicious smell. It turned out that Grandma was cooking. I walked over curiously to see how the food was cooked.

at my request, grandma promised to make me a "braised pork ribs". Grandma made some preparations before cooking, washed the ribs, chopped them into small pieces, and cut the onions and ginger. Then, grandma cleaned the pot and lit it with a bang. After a few seconds, she poured some oil. When the oil smoked, she put the ribs in the pot. I saw grandma with a knife and shovel, stir-fry a few times unhurriedly, add chopped green onion and shredded ginger, add a few drops of soy sauce, sprinkle half a spoonful of salt, and stir-fry again. Then, grandma poured half a basin of water into the pot, covered the lid and stewed the meat.

about a quarter of an hour later, the soup gradually dried up, and grandma unhurriedly sprinkled some monosodium glutamate and stirred it up a few times. "It's ready," grandma said, pouring the dishes into the plate. It smells good. I can't wait to pick up chopsticks, put a chopstick in my mouth, close my eyes and taste it carefully. 8. I helped my grandmother pack jiaozi's composition

One morning in the summer vacation, my grandmother got up.

After breakfast, she immediately rushed to the store and bought dumplings, pork and tofu. Grandma came home after buying so many things.

I met and asked, "Grandma, are you going to package jiaozi today?" Grandma said, "Yes!" I quickly went to wash my hands and said to my grandmother, "I will also help you pack jiaozi." At five o'clock in the afternoon, grandma took out some fresh pork from the refrigerator and cleaned it.

then, chop the pork into paste with a knife. Squeeze the tofu into tofu paste, and stir it evenly with the meat paste, and the meat stuffing is ready.

Grandma first took out a dumpling wrapper, put some stuffing in the wrapper, and pinched both sides of the wrapper by hand, and a jiaozi was made. I also learned from my grandmother's appearance. I first picked up a thin dumpling skin, put some stuffing in it, and wrapped both sides of the dumpling skin.

However, I packed too much dumpling stuffing, and I accidentally broke the dumpling skin and exposed the dumpling stuffing. I thought grandma would scold me for being stupid, but I didn't expect grandma to say gently, "Don't put too much dumpling stuffing, it should be appropriate."

I started to wrap jiaozi again. Finally, I practiced repeatedly and finally learned to wrap jiaozi. In the evening, I ate the delicious jiaozi, and then I knew the truth of bitter before sweet. 9. Grandma's jiaozi Composition 78 words

Grandma's jiaozi

Whenever there is a burst of fragrance of jiaozi from the jiaozi store on the other side of the street, I will think of Grandma, and I will think of jiaozi wrapped by Grandma ...

When I was young, Grandma often wrapped jiaozi for my brother and me, and sometimes we had a "war" because of the leftover jiaozi. At that time, Grandma stood quietly and was happy. When my grandma wrapped jiaozi, my brother and I were at the side of the raft arc to destroy the old and stir up some dusts to protect ourselves and watched how grandma wrapped jiaozi. Sometimes we also learned to wrap a few, but all of them were not very good-looking, either "general's belly" or "little pencil necked monkey". Now, my brother and I talked about it and laughed at that time. Gradually, when we grow up, we will also pack jiaozi, while grandma is getting old. Although she can still pack jiaozi, she always forgets some steps. jiaozi is like my brother and I when we were children. Although her appearance has changed, the taste of jiaozi will never change. Because-it was wrapped by grandma for us, so jiaozi will always smell like grandma.

I remember once, it was grandma's birthday, and my father, mother, uncle and aunt mobilized together to make a dumpling feast. My brother and I will help grandma pour tea and water, beat her waist and back, and serve her. How happy I am to serve my grandmother? That smile almost narrowed my eyes. My brother and I said to grandma, "grandma, today is your birthday, and you are the birthday boy." When you eat jiaozi later, there will be a jiaozi with your favorite radish stuffing. If you eat it, you will be blessed. " Grandma listened, shook her head and said with a smile: "Hehe, I am so old and presbyopia, how can I have such a good fortune to eat my favorite radish stuffed jiaozi?" I pouted and said, "Grandma, you may not know, maybe you will eat it!" " After a while, jiaozi steamed. My brother and I helped grandma sit in the chair, and then I picked up chopsticks and dialed some jiaozi into grandma's bowl and said to grandma, "Grandma, your blessing is coming!" " Grandma smiled and picked up chopsticks to eat jiaozi. When she bit the fourth one, she suddenly cried, "Ah, it's my favorite radish stuffing, jiaozi! I bit it! " My brother and I smiled and said, "Grandma, I have long said that you are blessed! Why don't you believe it? You see, this is not, we are right! " In the dumpling feast, there was a room full of laughter.

Up to now, I still can't forget the smell of jiaozi that my grandmother packed for my brother and me, because-it was made by my grandmother.