The composition of cooking is about 300 words.

The first article: cooking for the first time

Growing up, there were many firsts, such as going to the seaside for the first time, riding a bike for the first time … but the most unforgettable first time was cooking.

I cooked braised noodles for my mother at noon that day. I wash my hands first and prepare beans, eggplant, potatoes, green onions and seasonings.

I first remove the tendons from the beans, then break them, peel the potatoes and wash them, then cut the potatoes and eggplant into pieces, and cut the green onions into filaments, so that the dish is ready. Then pour a bowl of noodles into the basin, sprinkle water while stirring with chopsticks, knead into dough, roll it back and forth on the panel evenly, fold it in half when it is thin, and cut into noodles.

When cooking, first pour a proper amount of oil into the pot, and then add onions, peppers, aniseed, potatoes and so on. When these dishes change color, add a proper amount of soy sauce, stir a few times, and finally add a proper amount of water. When the dish is cooked, put the noodles evenly on the dish, stew for 5 minutes, stir with chopsticks, turn off the heat, and it will be cooked in a while.

When cooking, it is choking and hot, and my back hurts. It seems that cooking is not easy, but eating a meal is easy. I am eating the fruits of my labor, and I think today's meal is the most delicious.

Cooking for the first time is really an unforgettable experience.

Chapter 2: First Cooking

I cooked a meal by myself today, and I feel very, very fulfilled.

When I came back from school in the afternoon, I went into my bedroom to do my homework. After a while, I finished my homework. I'm so hungry, I think, shall I cook dinner? All right! Do it. I ran to the kitchen, took two potatoes, peeled them with a peeler, cleaned them with a small brush, cut them into pieces, shredded them and put them on a plate for later use. Then I beat three eggs, cut some onions, mixed onions with eggs, and added fuel to the fire. When the oil is hot, I am fully armed, including masks, gloves, aprons and sleeves. First, I put the eggs in the pot. I picked up a wooden shovel to shovel the eggs. "hmm!" ! I took out the eggs. This is the first course, and the second course is fried potatoes. I shredded the potatoes and poured them into the pot. I tried my best to fry "Chen Wenjing". That's all right, my task is finished! Yeah! ! Mom praised me very well when she came home.

I am awesome!

Chapter 3: First Cooking

I usually eat delicious meals cooked by my mother every day. Today, while my mother was away, I decided to cook by myself.

I began to remember how my mother did it. Cook first, I wash the rice, and then steam the rice for 30-40 minutes. I took out the rice and tasted it. Yeah, not bad.

To start cooking, I'll make scrambled eggs with tomatoes first. I put the egg on the corner of the table. After the eggshell broke with a bang, the yolk and protein flowed out. I picked it up with a bowl and then mixed it evenly with chopsticks. You can cook! I stir-fry it back and forth, and when it is golden on both sides, I can take it out, and then I can cut the tomatoes! After the tomatoes are cut, I add some oil to the pot, and then fry the eggs and tomatoes together. Haha, you are finished. You can fry the next dish!

Then I made fried potatoes. Oh, my God, I'm telling you, potatoes are hard to cut. I cut potatoes into different sizes and shapes.

Then I thought, simply mix these two dishes and eat them together, and the taste should be good.

When I started eating, my mother came back. She tasted it and said, "It's delicious!" "I am very happy, and my mother also said," You are great! "My eyes are narrowed into a seam.

I'm so happy to cook for the first time. I will often cook by myself in the future.

Chapter Four: First Cooking

Today is the first time in my life to cook and make a fried eggplant.

I used a round eggplant. I first found a big basin, filled it with water, put it in, and rubbed it around until I felt clean. I put it on the execution ground and I started cutting it. I'll cut directly from the middle, otherwise "Little Fatty" will roll around. Then I diced half the eggplant and poured it into the pot or opened it to the maximum. A minute later, I only heard the sound of "scratching" and oil spilled everywhere. I lifted the lid of the pot for fear that the oil would spill on myself, then I picked up a shovel and started my game of frying eggplant. With a bang, an eggplant exploded and I was hit by oil. It was too hot. When I looked into the pot, I found that there was not enough eggplant, so I poured the other half into the pot, thinking that there was no seasoning, and then I was glad. Finally, a big loophole was found. I forgot to put the chicken essence!

Dad tasted it and said, "Medium-cooked, no umami!" "In this way, my first cooking ended in failure. Looking at those little eggplants that I ruined, they seemed to laugh at me. I was very angry and stomped back to the house.

Chapter 5: First Cooking

I am only 10 years old this year. My mother often says to me, "Dongdong, you have grown up now. You should learn to help adults and learn to live alone. " I thought to myself, my mother is right, and I will definitely keep what my mother said in mind. But what can I do?

At noon on Monday, I came back from school, and my parents haven't arrived home yet. I thought about it. I can help them cook. I scooped up a bowl of rice, poured it into the basin, turned on the tap, washed the rice and poured the water into the pot. I lit the fire, then sat on the bench and looked at the burning flame. When the water boils, I pour the rice into the pot and cover it. After about a few minutes, I smelled a smell of rice. Then the lid was opened and the hot air rose immediately. I picked up the rice and put it in the steamer. After a while, the pot gave off a fragrance. I fried my mother's favorite cabbage and my father's favorite shredded potatoes.

After a while, mom and dad came back and smelled the fragrance as soon as they entered the door. Dad said, "There are shredded potatoes that I like to eat." Mom said, "There are cabbages that I like to eat." I said,' Mom and Dad have dinner. "Then, we began to eat.

Today, I am really happy.

After school, I opened the door and used to shout, "Mom, I'm home!" " "There is no commitment. I closed the door and found the child clicking this note in the back. When I looked at it, I saw it say: Hang Hang, mom has something to go out, so do her homework at home and don't go out.

My mother hasn't come yet after I finished my homework. I sat on the sofa in a daze and had an idea: I would cook a meal to surprise my parents.

At first, I went to the kitchen and saw that the dishes had been washed and put on the table. I thought, God help me! But I have never used liquefied gas! What shall we do? I have to summon up courage and turn on the switch carefully. When frying cabbage, I don't know whether to put lard or vegetable oil. Remembering that adults use lard for cooking, I put a little lard and poured the cabbage. I saw the cabbage crackling in the pot when it was fried. I kept dancing the spatula and turning over the cabbage. Gradually, the cabbage softened. I I went into the kitchen again and was about to fry the second dish-scrambled eggs with tomatoes, when my mother came back.

My mother praised me and said, "You fry cabbage well, so don't touch dangerous goods such as liquefied gas in the future!" " "I nodded naughty!

What have I learned from writing a 300-word composition? Today, our home is very lively! Children, do you know why my family is so busy? To tell you the truth, because I want to learn cooking from my mother. Come with me if you want to learn!

Early in the morning, I woke up early from my sleep and have been looking forward to the arrival of noon. I must learn to cook today, because I applied to my parents for cooking the night before. If my parents are not at home one day, I won't starve to death and take care of myself. Listen, what can I do?

At eight o'clock ... at nine o'clock ... at ten o'clock, it's finally time to cook. I happily took the dishes to be washed out of the dish basin and put them under the tap to wash a lot of leaves. I washed the dirty things off the leaves wholeheartedly, and my mother stood by and said, "Wash the vegetables and cut them like me." After listening to my mother's words, I washed it carefully several times and finally cleaned the cabbage.

So I cut vegetables with a kitchen knife. At first I thought it would be easy to cut vegetables. I cut the vegetables long and short, stagger and cut them at sixes and sevens. Mother said, "It is also important to cut a dish well. Some can be cut into strips, some can be cut into pieces and some can be cut into pieces. " But the shape of the dish must be uniform. Why don't you use your brain? If you want to do a perfect thing, you must consider it first. "Hearing this, I feel extremely ashamed. I thought: I should concentrate on cutting vegetables and don't think about it.

Cooking has begun. I cleaned the wok, carefully turned on the gas, turned it, and then pressed a switch of the gas stove tightly. The blue gas began to burn. I used my memory to see how my mother used to cook. Put the oil first, so I poured Jinlong oil on the pot. Unexpectedly, the water in the pot was not completely dry before it touched the oil. I only heard the splash of oil. After a while, when the oil was cooked, I remembered that my mother would put a little salt at this time, so I put it. The salt crackled when it touched the oil, which scared me. Like firecrackers, I think! I shivered and instantly poured all the freshly cut vegetables into the pot. "Cha ..." The salt died. The voice is getting smaller and smaller, and my heart is gradually calming down. I picked up the shovel and turned it over, but the food kept pointing at my shovel. My mother came over and read my mind. She grabbed the shovel in my hand and said, "Look, turn the food up from the bottom of the pot." While listening, I grabbed the shovel from my mother. Listen to me, shovel I muttered to myself. Slowly, slowly, I am proficient. My mother told me to put some spices in it so that the food would be fragrant. Finally, I covered the pot and waited for white smoke to come out of the pot.

I learned 500 words of cooking composition.

Today is March 8th Women's Day. I want to cook a delicious dish for my mother to relax her.

I want to make shredded potatoes with vinegar! Although this is an ordinary dish, probably everyone has eaten it, but there is a lot of knowledge in it! I took out three fresh potatoes without buds. It is said that people with buds will get food poisoning. First, wash the mud on the potato surface, peel it off, split it on the chopping board, slice it first, then shred it, and soak it in clean cold water for a while, so that some starch in the potato shreds can be soaked out, otherwise the fried potato shreds will not be crisp.

Brush the pan, open the fire to dry, and then add three spoonfuls of peanut oil. When the oil is hot, put the shredded potatoes into the pot and stir-fry with high fire. When the wok is half cooked, add a little soy sauce and more vinegar, and stir well. When it is 80% ripe, add proper amount of salt and monosodium glutamate, and then add chopped green onion and Jiang Mo. Turn off the heat and take it out after frying.

After frying, I saw it was burnt. After repeated analysis, I know why I was burned. First, my fire is too hot. Second, I cook unevenly and move too slowly; Third, there is no water in the frying process, and the starch is diluted in time. So I fried the pot.

It's so simple to watch my mother cook at ordinary times, but it's so difficult to actually do it! Today, I really realized the meaning of the sentence "It seems easy, but it is difficult to do".

When I used to eat my mother's cooking, I often said, "What's the name of this dish? How can it taste so bad! Let me do it, it will be delicious. " Now I dare not say any more, because I really realize that cooking is not a simple matter, and it is too difficult to master the cooking temperature.

After summing up my own experience of cooking failure, I made shredded potatoes soaked in vinegar. My cooking is much more delicious than before, and my parents praised me.

I learned 400 words of cooking composition.

After reading the chapter "Candlelight Dinner" in A Girl's Diary, I had a whim and wanted to learn to cook. Ran Dongyang in this chapter is in the sixth grade. He can cook delicious candlelight dinner. I'm in grade five, so I should be able to cook! I said to my mother, "Mom, I ... I want to learn to cook!" " "Mom said in surprise," why do you suddenly want to learn to cook? "Ok, I'll teach you."

When I got to the kitchen, my mother said, "Press the button and turn left. The fire is about to start. " I did as my mother said, and immediately, a red flame came out. I was about to put the vegetables in the pot when my mother said, "Don't put them in, put the oil in first!" " "Mother said, adding fuel to the pot. After a while, the oil became hot. When I put the food in the pot, a loud noise came to my ears. I said to my mother, "Mom, it sounds like an explosion. "Next, I'm going to stir-fry with a shovel. But I dare not, for fear of oil spilling. My mother saw that I was afraid, so she picked up a spatula and stirred it for me to demonstrate. I am not so afraid of oil. " Let me have a try! "I said. I fried it a few times, and the smell of the food poured into my nose. It smells really good! I added a little monosodium glutamate and salt, and then fried it. My mother said to me with a plate, "OK, you can load the plate." I scooped the dishes into the plate, took them to the living room and shouted, "dinner, dinner!" " "Dad couldn't wait to pick up chopsticks, took a bite and said," Yes, my daughter is great. This dish is delicious! " "

After this incident, I realized how hard my mother cooked. I can finally say proudly, "I can cook!" " "

I learned 300 words of cooking composition.

After finishing my homework today, I saw my mother cooking and getting ready to cook. I think how hard my mother cooks for the whole family every day! Suddenly I had the idea of helping my mother cook.

So, I said to my mother, "Mom, you cook very hard every day. I'll fry today's dishes. " "Well, today's food is up to you to do. Can I help you? " Mom said, "Just be a staff officer," I said.

Do as you say. With my mother's help, I learned how my mother usually cooks and started my cooking attempt. In the first step, I took out two potatoes, washed them, peeled them, sliced them and got ready. Step two, prepare the seasoning. I prepared chopped green onion, ginger slices, alas, I forgot to mention oil, salt and sugar. The third step is to start formal cooking. I pour the oil into the pot first. After a minute or two, the oil will be hot. I put the onion and ginger for seasoning into the pot separately, and when the flavor is fried, I pour the potato chips into the pot and fry for a while. When they are almost cooked, I will put salt and monosodium glutamate into the pot and fry for a minute or two, and a plate of potatoes will be fine.

After dinner, I tasted my delicious potatoes and ate them with relish.

I learned 300 words of cooking composition.

Up to now, I have learned many skills, such as washing clothes, feeding chickens and rabbits, cooking, making jiaozi, and cooking. But what I am good at is cooking.

I remember once, my parents went to work, and I was the only one at home. I think: how much effort my parents have made for me, and I should do something for them. I want to surprise them-fire them. I decided to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

First, I washed some tomatoes and cut them into small squares. Then, I took some eggs and poured them into a bowl and stirred them for later use. Then I put the pot on the stove, pour the oil, and when the oil runs out, first pour the eggs into the pot and fry them. When the eggs are almost fried, pour the tomatoes into the pot and fry for a few minutes, then add the onions and peppers and fry for a while. I have tasted it myself, and it tastes good, but it is not as fragrant as my mother's fried. Finally, dig the fried vegetables into a big plate and heat them in the pot until mom and dad come back.

After a while, my parents came back from work, and I gave them face wash water. After they wash, I pour tea and flowers. Mom is going to the kitchen. I said, "Mom, how hard you and Dad have worked for us. Today, I fried a dish for you. Please try! " Say that finish, I'll get the cooking. "Our daughter has grown up!" I feel sweet and happy when I see my parents eating well and hear their compliments.

By studying cooking, I understand that as long as you study hard and practice hard, everyone can practice their own skills.

I cook for the first time (composition 300 words).

I did many things for the first time, but the most interesting thing was that I cooked for the first time.

Once mom and dad were not at home, and it was almost noon and they hadn't come back yet. I just want to surprise my parents. I usually eat ready-made food. Today, I will cook dinner for my parents. There is no need to cook porridge. There are steamed buns in the refrigerator. Just heat it in the microwave oven. What can I fire? Seriously, I can't fry other dishes, but I can fry eggs. Scrambled eggs then!

Do as you say. I put the eggs in a bowl, add some salt, and then stir them with chopsticks. After the eggs in the bowl are beaten evenly, I put the oil pan on the gas, light it and put oil on it. After the oil is hot, I pour the eggs in the bowl into the pot and turn them over with a shovel to cook. Two minutes later, a plate of scrambled eggs from Huang Chengcheng is delicious.

Hardly had I put the plate on the table when the door opened and my parents came back. "What is delicious and smells so good?" They said with one voice. "Of course, it is my favorite scrambled eggs. I made it myself this time. How about trying my craft? " . My mother smiled and said to me, "son, you are great!" " When I was this age, scrambled eggs were always fried. "He picked up chopsticks and tasted them." Delicious, delicious. "Dad also rushed over and tasted it." Smell it. It smells good. "Looking at the way they gobble, my heart is beautiful.

From then on, whenever I have time, I will take the initiative to go to the kitchen. On the one hand, you can hone your cooking skills, on the other hand, you can give your parents more surprises. Now my cooking level is really good.

The composition of onomatopoeia is to cook more than 300 words. Dad cooks. As soon as his hardworking father got off work, he hurried home and opened the door into the kitchen. There was a quarrel between the faucet and the basin, and a lot of water was put in. Little green vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove crackled and the flame went out. The oil jumped "zi zi", the little green vegetable jumped into the iron pot, and the shovel stirred it "Ding Ding", as if greeting my dear iron pot brother. Add seasoning, dad "clangs" out of the plate, puts the small vegetables in, and a plate of delicious small vegetables is ready. Dad took the vegetables to the table and went into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together. Dad put on gloves and put his hand into the washbasin to wash the blood off the bones. Bang, bang, bang. The bone was cut into small pieces. Dad took half a pot of water, put it on the gas stove and started to burn. Then he put the bone in, put some onions, some yellow wine, some salt and some vinegar on it for half an hour. Half an hour passed, my father opened the lid, took out a large cup, put the soup in and served it. After cooking two dishes, my mother came back and the three of us had dinner together.

This year's "May Day" International Labor Day is my biggest harvest day.

On the way home that day, I had a good chat with my mother. What are we talking about? Haha,,,,, so my mother finally let me cook by myself! Some people may say, "What's the point of cooking? The kitchen is stuffy and hot, so just focus on other things. " But I don't think so, because I can already see that my parents can cook such delicious dishes, so I want to cook. This dream has finally succeeded!

When cooking for the first time, my mother asked me to cook a simple dish-boiled vegetables. First of all, I put some water in the vegetable basin, washed the cabbage and washed the sludge on the vegetables one by one. You have to wash it again after washing. After washing vegetables, put some oil in the pot. The oil is hot, hold it and put the food in. When almost all the dishes turn dark green, you can add some salt and seasoning to stir. Finally, add a little water, and a dish of boiled vegetables will be finished.

When I put the food on the table, my mother wanted to taste my cooking, so she was the first to eat it. So we also tried. After all, it's the first time to cook, and it's inevitable that there will be mistakes, so it's not tasty enough. Although the taste of the food was not enough, we had a good time.

The composition of onomatopoeic words is more than 300 words. Maybe everyone thinks cooking is a headache, but I found the fun of cooking today.

On my way home, I saw the wind whistling and the leaves rustling. As soon as I got to the corridor, a wisp of fragrance went straight to my nostrils, and I immediately ran up in one breath. When I pushed the door, I saw my mother cooking braised pork!

I saw my mother turn on the tap, wash the meat and put it on the chopping board, with fat meat standing in a row and lean meat standing in a row. When the hot pot is steaming, pour a little oil, and my mother will "jingle" it with a shovel a few times, and the oil will be evenly spread all over the bottom of the pot. When the fat is put into the pot, it will explode with heat. When Brother Skinny laughed at the fat, he poured it into the pot with a splash, and the fat and lean meat rolled up and down on the spatula. Immediately, a black pot cover rushed at them and everyone cooked together in the pot. After a while, my mother lifted the lid and poured in soy sauce and sugar. The meat was dyed red and the pot was bubbling.

After cooking for a while, when the soup was almost sucked dry by the meat, my mother sprinkled some salt and turned it over while frying. The red sauce makes the meat sticky, and the braised pork is finally ready! When the aroma permeates the whole kitchen, the braised pork has been smacked into the plate, and I, a greedy kitten, have put a piece in my mouth and chewed it. With a gentle bite, the oil of braised pork came out and almost burned my mouth!

What a wonderful kitchen symphony!

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