What funny things happened when you first cooked?

The following content comes from my own experience. I hope you will be satisfied with my answer, and I hope you will like it. Thank you!

1, although I have never cooked, it is quite easy to cook with a rice cooker, and I often help my mother wash rice. But this time, I suddenly froze. I looked at a big bucket of rice and this rice cooker, trying to remember how much rice my mother asked me to put, and then divided by the number of people, it should be the amount of one person, so I scooped two cups from a cup, and the water decreased accordingly, and then I was happy.

When I opened the refrigerator, I saw some vegetables and meat. As for the novice, I didn't start with meat, but looked at tomatoes and eggs. These two things look clean and easy to handle. The most important thing is that scrambled eggs with tomatoes is a well-known dish name, so I started to wash tomatoes, beat eggs with bowls, and cut tomatoes with chopping boards, because the knife method was unfamiliar, or I hardly used a knife. But in the end, it was cut, then the oil was put in and the eggs were fried. Needless to guess, the eggs are burnt a lot. I quickly poured the tomatoes in and fried them for a while. Then pour the salt to prepare the pot, and accidentally pour too much. Now I think it should be three or four times the normal amount. I thought it was just a little too much, so I thought I'd eat it. So a plate of super salty fried eggs and tomatoes is ready.

I'm beginning to taste it. When I turned on the rice cooker, it was still rice and water. Oh, dear, I forgot to press the switch. This is all secondary. I picked up a piece of tomato with chopsticks and just put it in my mouth for a second and spit it out. I quickly went to find water to rinse my mouth and brushed my teeth twice. As for asking me what I smell, I gasped in retrospect, which was not terrible at all!

The above is my first cooking experience. I may not be able to completely recreate the scene at that time, but it's almost the same. I hope the personal experience I shared can help you and everyone.

Finally, I wish everyone a good mood every day, thank you!

The first time I cooked secretly was in the third grade of primary school. It was a rainy day in autumn, and the rain was not particularly heavy. My parents are busy with farm work in the field, and I am alone at home.

Autumn in mountainous areas is foggy and foggy. Standing in front of my house, looking at the farmland, I saw my parents wearing hats and hemp fibers, bent over and busy. It suddenly occurred to me that I wanted to contract the lunch for the whole family and give my parents a big surprise.

As I mentioned earlier, although my mother is a famous chef, because my parents have high expectations for my studies, they always forbid me to go into the kitchen and even don't give me a chance to see it when my mother is cooking (at that time, they were always proud of their own practices). What can I do? At that time, we used firewood stoves to cook at home, and we had to burn our own fires and cook our own meals. Cooking is definitely not good! Rice can't be cooked (there was no electric cooker at that time, and rice was steamed in a large iron pot)! Only the following article is left.

People's skills in some aspects are really innate. For example, cutting vegetables, in the case of never practicing, the first time I cut cucumbers, I can press the cucumbers with one hand and operate the knife with the other hand, and cut out extremely thin slices at an extremely fast speed. The same is true of firewood stoves. The first time I burned it, I knew that I had to clean up the plant ash in the stove chamber first, and then make a fire with cypress branches. After lighting it, I put the thick branches on the shelf. How to build it is very particular. You have to build high and keep the air circulating so that the fire can be really lit (haha, you are born with the ability).

Here comes the problem. I wonder how much water to add to the pot. Everything used in the country is oversized. I have never seen my parents cook, so I can only guess for myself. ◆ Naturally, I don't know when the next one is cooked. Although I seem to have heard of waiting for the water to boil, I don't know what the state is when the water boils. Then I'm taken in. When I saw steam coming out of the gap in the big wooden pot cover, I would open the pot cover and the water in the pot would bubble rapidly, so I took noodles and prepared to cook. A more serious problem is coming. How many noodles do you want to eat? Eating food, based on the principle that more is better than less, is estimated to have got a big bag. I went to check it in less than two minutes. I went. Noodles have sucked up all the water in the pot and are about to burn. Add cold water to the pot quickly, and then add it. When water boils, there is not enough water. Replenish; Replenish; Add more ... add cold water several times, originally intended to make three bowls of noodles, turned into a large pot full of noodles, it is estimated that ten people can't finish it. The key is that noodles are soaked in cold water several times and become a large pot of noodles. ...

When my mother came back, she was startled when she saw the pot of noodles. She firmly and arbitrarily concluded that I must have made a good fire. After adding water to the pot, I immediately finished eating the noodles and told my father, aunt and neighbors (at that time, in her opinion, children could not cook, but as long as they studied well, it was an honor, indicating that they were very dedicated and competent as parents). I am full of arguments.

Many years later, recalling what happened at that time, my conclusion is: I must wait for the water to boil before posting; However, for the first time, I only added a bowl of water to the pot, but I put ten bowls of noodles!

Postscript: Although I have taught myself cooking through my own efforts. But as a mother, I have been training my daughter to cook since the first grade. It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish.

After graduating from junior high school in 2002, I went to Zhengzhou to help my cousin manage the business of a hotel. When the guests come, I'll help them bring tea, rice, dishes and clean up! One day at noon, my cousin told me to do whatever I wanted, so my first cooking experience came!

Cousin Hotel manages Huimian Noodles, fried rice, fried noodles and fried powder. I think fried rice is simple, and I like it. First I fried the oil, and then I beat two eggs a little greedily. In 2002, eggs were expensive, too. I accidentally saw my wife's contemptuous eyes when I took the eggs. ) Stir the eggs, then add the vegetables. The fire was a little strong, so I quickly put the rice in and turned it over. Why doesn't it smell at all? I want to forget to put salt! But I was afraid that my wife would dislike me, so I ate the plain fried rice abruptly!

Hey! This is my first cooking experience! Kind of funny!

Welcome to share your interesting cooking experience!

What funny things happened when cooking for the first time?

I can't help but think of the horrible and funny thing that I started cooking by myself after I got married. It's sad and funny to think about it now!

My husband and I were college classmates and got married after graduation. I was a student before I got married, and my parents and brother at home took good care of me. Although I can't say I don't touch my fingers, I never let me touch cutting vegetables and cooking. It's my job to wash the dishes and clean the table. So suddenly it's really a headache to face the daily necessities sauce vinegar tea! The most common mistake is to put salt repeatedly, which is as salty as death. Then the pot is burnt, and then the food is not cooked. These are minor problems. Here comes the interesting part. Summer came, I lost my appetite, and then I said I would eat cold pumpkin vines today, and then my father said, alas (twice), ok! This dish should be good. As a result, I can't speak at all Pumpkin vines are used for cooking! Another child's father made it, which made me laugh like a goose! One day, I went to the county to deliver the goods and asked my father to cook first. As a result, I went home and saw rice and water directly put in the rice cooker, and the leftovers were put in the dishwasher with ceramic containers ... Thank God he didn't press the power! There's another one, dumplings. Glutinous rice is directly used to wrap meat foam without soaking first, and the result is very strong. The glutinous rice was not cooked well and the meat was broken. ...

Anyway, there are a lot of bitter tears! Later, every time I wanted to cook a new dish, I went to Baidu to search for practices and watch videos. Now I can finally get a word from the children. My mother's cooking is the best. I'm so happy! Although the child's father is also learning, the level is not as good as my cooking. Sneaking ...

The last wave of home cooking!

When I cooked for the first time, it was funny to think about it now, but for myself at that time, it was simply too bad!

When I was about eleven years old.

That summer vacation, I was at home on holiday. Towards noon, I ran home like a gust of wind after playing crazy all morning and shouted at my mother that I was hungry.

As a result, what a coincidence. Unfortunately, an aunt came to visit at home, and my mother didn't have time to cook for me. The aunt was still sitting there chatting without saying anything. The one next to you is hungry, and that one is angry!

All right! You don't care about me, I cook by myself and watch you cook every day, hum! What's so hard about it? I'll fry myself an egg first!

So, I went to the cupboard to touch a bowl, found two eggs, knocked them in the bowl and stirred them evenly.

Plug in the electricity and pour oil into a small black electric wok, which was my kitchen expert at that time!

Then. . . . Oil spilled everywhere! ! ! Blow me up and scream! ! !

There is water in the pot! And I don't understand, just pour the oil!

God, it's called a lively and splashing place, on the wall, underground and on the table. . .

My mother heard the sound, and my mother resolutely unplugged the power, covered the lid, and then. . . They laughed their heads off!

Glad to answer your question! This question reminds me of the first time I cooked when I was a child.

When I was six or seven years old, my parents went to my grandmother's house one day. I didn't know it was raining heavily that afternoon. At that time, the countryside was full of dirt roads and there were no means of transportation. Most of them walk on their legs. People with better conditions will have bicycles. My grandmother's house is nearly 20 miles away from mine. Looking at the pouring rain outside, it is estimated that my parents will not come back today.

As it's getting late, we have to get something to eat. I remembered that my mother would pack jiaozi in rainy days, so I went to the leek field in the rain and cut a handful of leeks. Come back to wash and cut, I don't know if it's clean. I remember my mother mixing stuffing, putting oil and salt. I put a little oil in it. I grabbed a handful of salt from the salt pot and mixed it in the leek. At that time, salt was a big kind of salt. Then dig out a bowl of flour from the flour pocket, add water, and even stir it into dough. I found a rolling pin to roll out the dumpling skin. It's not called dumpling skin, it's called steamed stuffed bun, and then I wrapped it in jiaozi to wrap jiaozi. I remember that when I cooked good food at home, I always gave my grandparents a bowl. This jiaozi is also a delicious food. Hurry and send it to my grandmother first, and I'll send the first bowl to my grandmother right away. As soon as I enter the door, I will happily say, "Grandma, I will try that bowl of jiaozi for you." My grandmother didn't know that my mother was visiting relatives that day. Then go home and eat jiaozi with my brother. I feel salty when I eat it, and leeks are spicy. Now I know that there is too much salt, and jiaozi is not ripe. In this way, jiaozi, brother and sister ate it all.

Mom and dad came back the next day. At noon, mom said, "Your grandmother said she took a bite of Nida's jiaozi and took a big bite of salt." . At that time, there was no electricity in the countryside, and it was difficult to use foreign oil lamps until dark. I guess grandma thought it was wrapped by mom. jiaozi tasted it in the dark. In fact, my mother will crush the salt with a rolling pin before putting it in. When I was a child, I didn't pay attention to these details. I really admire that my brother and I ate half-baked and dying jiaozi. Of course, I may have brought a dozen.

This is my first time cooking. The big salt grains are still fresh in my memory. Ha ha.

The first time I cook, I don't have a particularly funny experience, but I always do strange cooking experiments. Then I eat it myself, then I cook at home, make or use pancakes, and then no one at home eats my dark dishes, so I eat it myself and give it to my dog if I can't finish it. At first, my dog gave me a few bites to save face. After a long time, my dog didn't even look, let alone eat.

Another time, I was curious about the taste of salt and sugar together. At first, salt and sugar were eaten together, sweet and salty. This kind of taste will never be forgotten and can't be described. Then I made a dish, salt, sugar, salt and sugar, cold cucumber, that is, the cucumber was marinated and stirred directly with salt and sugar, without vinegar and the like, and it was also very unpalatable. I saw my little sister cooking, and then he boiled the eggs into black discus-like things, and knocked on the sky with the discus eggs, making a tinkling sound, so that he could carry them in his pocket as a weapon to defend against the bad guys.

And celebrities cook. The most interesting thing is Jiang Yang, who used to be a big lady. Before marrying Qian Zhongshu, she didn't touch her fingers. Then cook the shrimp once. Then, because Jiang Yang cooked for the first time, he put the live shrimp directly into the oil pan, and the shrimp in the oil pan jumped out of the pan and jumped all over the floor. So Jiang Yang turned to Qian Zhongshu for help, saying that these shrimps were jumping around in the oil pan, which was very painful. So, Qian Zhongshu said, if you cook it, they won't hurt.

Because my family is poor and my parents earn money outside, I took on housework at the age of twelve. The first time I cooked, the rice was burnt raw. I was afraid that my parents would come back and scold me, but my parents still ate happily and said that I was capable. I finished my meal with tears in my eyes. Although I was sad, my heart was still warm! Up to now, I am still unforgettable, and I have the strongest parental affection!

There is sugar in the cooked noodles, and customers will have another bowl after eating.

I have many interesting stories about cooking, but my sister was speechless when she first cooked. Once, she was the only one in the family. She wants to eat fried eggs, burn oil in the pot and beat an egg. Do you think these steps are quite normal so far? The point is, after the fight, she stood by the pot and waited, but she didn't turn over. At that time, I was in the third grade, which happened to be Saturday, and I had to make up lessons. I smelled it when I got home from class. It's all burnt. Turn off the fire! I went to see the fried eggs and asked her why she didn't turn them over. She said in surprise that she was going to turn over? No wonder I've been waiting for it, but I'm not familiar with it ...

After sister, let's talk about two stupid things I did, haha.

After work, I rent a house on the second floor, with one room and one living room and no kitchen. I like cooking by myself very much, but cooking in the living room is not good, so I fry things on the windowsill. I have a picture of this windowsill. You can mend your brain. ) I saw live prawns in the vegetable market that day, so I bought some prawn braised prawns, washed them and threw them away because they were alive.

I always set the time for breakfast in the evening in advance, and I will have porridge the next morning. As a result, I often forget to turn on the power, or forget to set the time, or press the start button when my hand is broken ... Later, I wanted to set the time first, so that there would be no mistakes, and this time was better. The next morning, I found a pot of boiled water for breakfast, but I forgot to put rice in it. ...