Write the essay "Dad Cooks"

1. A 500-word essay describing dad’s cooking, grade 3 of elementary school

I have a dad who can cook, and the meals he cooks are ever-changing. If I let him open a restaurant, I guarantee that Business is booming.

At home, even if my father just cracks an egg, sprinkles some salt, and adds some oil, the dishes he makes will make me full of praise and my mouth will water just thinking about it; on weekends, my father will cook all day long. In the kitchen, I am either studying how to make this dish or whether there is too little soy sauce in that dish, or I am inventing some dishes that I have never made or even seen before. Let alone new dishes. It tastes not bad! My father always said to me when eating: "You know? My parents rarely took me to restaurants in the past. So, when my parents took me out to eat, I could just take a look at the dish and cook it when I got home." "I can even control the saltiness of the food very well." At this time, I couldn't help but praise him: "No wonder! The food is so delicious."

He would say proudly: "If it tastes good, eat more!" My mother didn't want to eat at first and couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. In my opinion, the desire to lose weight must accompany her throughout her life! Among my dad’s delicious dishes, I can’t even count my favorite dishes. I’ll just name a few: the tomato scrambled eggs are definitely the best, and the newly invented fried rice dumplings with egg skin are also delicious. And there’s me. My favorite fried rice with spinach juice and mixed mushrooms! Let’s talk about fried rice with spinach juice and mixed mushrooms. The taste of many kinds of mushrooms mixed together can only be described in four words, that is, wonderful! However, don’t think it is easy to eat, but it is complicated to make. First squeeze the spinach juice, then drain all kinds of mushrooms to remove the coldness, and then start to scramble the eggs. When the eggs are almost cooked, add the mixed mushrooms. After about three minutes, the mixed mushrooms are cooked, and then pour the rice into the pot. Add some green onions, and finally pour the spinach juice evenly over the rice, and the mixed mushroom fried rice is done! In fact, I can cook these my favorite dishes myself. However, my craftsmanship is definitely not as good as that of my father, at most half of his. This way I am very satisfied. At least I will not starve to death when my parents are away! whee……. 2. A 700-word essay about Dad cooking

On Saturday, Dad cooked for us for the first time. My mother and I were very happy. Dad finally cooked for us, but what happened next was interesting.

Dad went to the market early in the morning to buy vegetables and said he wanted to cook for us. Mom and I were surprised because Dad had never cooked before. I told Mom that Dad must be happy about something. thing. Sure enough, when I asked my dad when he came home from shopping, it turned out that the stocks had risen sharply recently. My dad said happily: "The stocks I bought have been locked up for two years. I finally looked forward to today's market, so I must cook for them." We eat to celebrate."

Dad is going to cook fish for us, and we are even more happy, because our whole family likes to eat fish, not to mention it is Dad's first time. We look forward to the cooked fish even more! Dad bought a piece of my favorite mandarin fish yesterday and froze it in the refrigerator, waiting to show it to us when he has time today. Dad walked to the refrigerator, grabbed the handle, and pulled back.

He opened the refrigerator; then, Dad took out a mandarin fish and walked back to the kitchen. Then, after Dad washed the cutting board, he took out the knife from the knife basket and washed the knife.

After that, Dad put the fish on the cutting board, held the fish body with his left hand, raised the kitchen knife with his right hand, and chopped it suddenly. The fish head and body were separated, but the knife almost hit Dad's head. The hand frightened my father, and also frightened me who was standing by the kitchen door watching. But my father was not discouraged. He said to himself: "I can't give up like this!" My father put the fish body back in the refrigerator.

Turn on the faucet, wash the pot, wash the fish heads, and put them away. Dad picked up the oil bottle, put a little oil into the pot, and turned on the ignition switch. After a while, he only heard the sound of "crackling, crackling" and some oil jumped up.

Dad put the fish head into the pot, and the "crackling" sound became more enthusiastic. Dad grabbed the handle of the pot and picked it up. I thought Dad wanted to fry it, but Dad picked up the oil bottle again. At this time, I suddenly noticed that Dad looked in a hurry, "Oh!" Dad poured the oil into the stove On stage! I couldn't help but laugh while watching. This time my father gave up and said to my mother embarrassedly: "I can't do it anymore, so my wife should do it."

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I haven’t smelled the fish yet, so my dad couldn’t do it anymore, so why don’t he show off! I secretly thought: What a pity, I can’t taste the food my dad cooked. 3. Describe Dad A 500-word essay on cooking for the third grade of elementary school

I have a dad who can cook, and the meals he cooks are ever-changing. If I let him open a restaurant, the business will be booming.

At home, even if my father just cracks an egg, sprinkles some salt, and adds some oil, the dishes he makes will make me full of praise and my mouth will water just thinking about it. On weekends, my father will just spend the whole day in the kitchen, not doing research. How should I make this dish? Is there too little soy sauce in that dish? Is it because I am inventing some dishes that I have never made or even seen before? Don’t tell me, the taste of the new dishes is not bad!

Dad always said to me during meals: "You know what? My parents rarely took me to restaurants in the past, so when my parents took me out to eat, I could just take a look at the dish and cook it when I got home. I didn't even know whether the dish was salty or not. It's very good to be able to grasp it very well. "At this time, I would keep praising him: "No wonder, no wonder! The food is so delicious. "He will say proudly: "If it tastes good, eat more!" "My mother didn't want to eat at first and couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. In my opinion, the desire to lose weight will accompany her throughout her life!

Among dad's delicious dishes, this is my favorite. There are countless dishes, so let me just mention a few: the tomato scrambled eggs are definitely the best, the newly invented pan-fried rice dumplings with egg skin are not bad, and my favorite is spinach.

Fried rice with mixed mushrooms and spinach! The taste of many kinds of mushrooms mixed together can only be described in four words, that is, wonderful! But don’t look at how easy it is to eat! It's quite complicated to make. First squeeze the spinach juice, then drain the various mushrooms to remove the coldness, and then start to scramble the eggs. When the eggs are almost cooked, add the mushrooms for about three minutes. When the mushrooms are cooked, pour the rice into the pot, add some green onions, and finally pour the spinach

juice evenly over the rice, and the mushroom fried rice is done!

In fact, I can make these my favorite dishes myself. However, my cooking skills are definitely not as good as my dad's, at most half of his. I am already very satisfied. At least I won't starve to death when my parents are away! Hee... 4. Dad cooks essay

Today, my mother has to take the professional qualification exam, so my father will cook lunch for me.

Early in the morning, my father bought it from the market. We ordered a lot of dishes, including flaming bald fish, fat and big river crabs, and tender and green vegetables. When Dad got home, it was only 9:30, and he walked into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and Put on the apron and start washing the vegetables.

Dad kept turning on the faucet to wash the vegetables. Although the vegetables were washed very clean, a lot of water was wasted! Then, Dad started to chop the vegetables. He picked up a big kitchen knife, cut this and that, and finally started cooking. After a while, the whole kitchen was filled with smoke, and the flaming baled fish, fat and big river crabs, and more appeared. The tender green vegetables have become our meal! I smelled the aroma in the living room and my mouth watered.

At noon, my mother came back! "Dad said as he brought out the dishes he had been busy making all morning.

Mom took a bite and thought it was so delicious. She couldn't help laughing and nodded. Finally, my mother and I She commented on Dad’s performance today: He cooked the food well, but after cooking, the kitchen was very messy and he didn’t help to clean it up, leaving the kitchen full of dishes and chopsticks.

Mom sighed: “Oh! In the time it takes to tidy up the kitchen, you can cook another meal! ". 5. Write an essay about dad's cooking

My dad has a tall body, a strong body, and always has a smile on his face. On weekends, he loves cooking most. Sometimes He was also careless.

My mother didn’t let him cook at noon, so he was busy cooking and cooking. He was very busy and yelled from time to time. "My daughter brought the dishes to the table. "I responded: "Come right away. "After I finished speaking, I immediately ran into the kitchen and put the dishes on the table. My father said to me: "How about you and mother try my craftsmanship. "My mother and I picked up the chopsticks and started eating slowly.

Suddenly my mother said to me: "Son, try these crispy lotus root slices." I ate one piece and said to my father: "Dad, you fried the lotus root slices without salt." My father quickly ran out of the kitchen and said: "How is it possible? Let me try it." After tasting it, my father said embarrassedly: "There is no salt. I will process it."

Look, does my dad like to cook? Careless or not, I particularly like my dad.

Hope to adopt 6. A 700-word essay about Dad cooking

On Saturday, Dad cooked for us for the first time. Mom and I were very happy. Dad finally cooked for us. But what happened next was interesting.

Dad went to the market early in the morning to buy vegetables and said he wanted to cook for us. My mother and I were very surprised because Dad had never cooked before. I told my mother that Dad must be happy about something. thing. Sure enough, I asked my dad when I was waiting for him to come home from shopping. It turned out that the stocks had risen sharply recently. My dad said happily: "The stocks I bought have been locked up for two years. I finally looked forward to today's market, so I must cook for them." We eat to celebrate."

Dad is going to cook fish for us, and we are even more happy, because our whole family likes to eat fish, not to mention it is the first time for dad to cook fish, so we are even more excited. ! Dad bought a piece of my favorite mandarin fish yesterday and froze it in the refrigerator, waiting to show it to us when he has time today. Dad walked to the refrigerator, grabbed the handle, and pulled back. He opened the refrigerator; then, Dad took out a mandarin fish and walked back to the kitchen. Then, after Dad washed the cutting board, he took out the knife from the knife basket and washed the knife. After that, Dad put the fish on the cutting board, held the body of the fish with his left hand, raised the kitchen knife with his right hand, and chopped it suddenly. The head and body of the fish were separated, but the knife almost hit Dad's hand, which scared Dad. , and also shocked me who was standing by the kitchen door watching.

But Dad did not lose heart. He said to himself: "We can't give up like this!" Dad put the fish body back in the refrigerator. Turn on the faucet, wash the pot, wash the fish heads, and put them away. Dad picked up the oil bottle, put a little oil into the pot, and turned on the ignition switch. After a while, he only heard the sound of "crackling, crackling" and some oil jumped up. Dad put the fish head into the pot, and the "crackling" sound became more enthusiastic. Dad grabbed the handle of the pot and picked it up. I thought Dad wanted to fry it, but Dad picked up the oil bottle again. At this time, I suddenly noticed that Dad looked in a hurry, "Oh!" Dad poured the oil into the stove On stage! I couldn't help but laugh while watching. This time my dad gave up and said to my mother embarrassedly: "I can't do it anymore. My wife should do it."

I haven't smelled the fish yet. As for the fragrance, Dad can't do it. If you can't do it, don't show off! I secretly thought: What a pity, I can’t taste the food cooked by my father!