Excellent composition of cooking

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably contact or use composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are excellent cooking compositions I collected for you, for reference only. Let's have a look. My parents were not at home on Sunday morning. As long as a person plays at home for a while, his stomach will growl with hunger, as if to say, "Hungry! Hungry! I'm hungry. My parents were not at home on Sunday morning. As long as a person plays at home for a while, his stomach will growl with hunger, as if to say, "Hungry! Hungry! I'm hungry! "I think my parents usually cook for me. I'm not at home today, just come by myself! I opened the refrigerator and only caught a glimpse of a bowl of leftovers. You think: I'll cook fried rice with eggs! I left the kitchen and took two eggs in the cupboard. I first beat the eggs in a bowl and mix them well, then put the pot on the shelf, pour the oil, turn off the gas and so on, then pour the eggs into the pot, and the egg paste will soak in the hot oil and make a sound! Hey! " Sound, the egg liquid quickly turned into golden egg pieces under the stir-fry of the shovel. Well, it looks ripe! Pour the eggs out of the pot, then put the rice in the vegetable pot and fry for a few minutes, then pour the fried eggs into the pot and fry with the rice for a few minutes, and add seasoning and salt. In this way, fried rice with egg-scented nose is out of the pot! My mother just came back from dinner. I brought fried rice with eggs to my mother. My mother said, "Good nose spray! Since when can you cook fried rice with eggs? How could I not know? " I said happily, "I used to watch you do it, and I will do what you do." Mother said happily, "My daughter has grown up and can cook by herself. My mother is not at home and can't be hungry! " "This is my first time cooking. Although it tastes bad, I think it's delicious! After all? As a result, this is the effect of my own rest. There is a good saying: do it yourself, hungry and cold! I am eleven years old and a fourth-grade student in Xingou Experimental Primary School. Recently, my mother was annoyed by my naughty behavior, so I have been trying to express my apologies in a way these days. Today, I finally came up with an idea: cook a loving meal for my mother to make her happy. Recently, my mother has been working overtime every night and often stays up late. I found her mouth blistered and began to get angry. I often hear my mother say that eating green vegetable soup can make a fire. So, I found green vegetables, learned how my mother usually cooks, washed them carefully with clear water, then cut them into small pieces with a kitchen knife, turned on the gas stove, put some oil and put them in the pot. Put them down, I hear you? "With a loud noise, I covered my ears in fear and escaped. There was no sound, so I ran back, fried the vegetables a few times, then added some water and salt, covered the lid and let it burn slowly. Next, I took three eggs, put them in a bowl and stirred them evenly. Then I washed a cucumber, sliced it, and poured the oil into the pot. Then pour the eggs into the pot. " ? "By the way, because I'm experienced this time, I'm not afraid, so I put the cucumber slices in the pot and fry them for a while, then put the dishes on the plate and put them carefully on the table. Looking at the finished products I made on the dining table, I waited anxiously for my mother to come back from work soon. She will be very happy to see it. My mother just came back from work and couldn't believe the food and soup I cooked. She asked me, "Who made this dish?" I said, "Who else but me? "Mom looked at the food carefully again, tasted it carefully, and then gave a thumbs-up and said," You are great! " "When I heard my mother praise me like this, all my previous hard work and fatigue suddenly disappeared, and my heart was as sweet as honey. Today, I learned to cook, and I was forgiven and affirmed by my mother. Childhood life is happy and carefree. Our innocent hearts are like pure white sails surfing on the vast sea, which has triggered one interesting childhood story after another, but what I still remember is cooking. For a long time, I watched my mother busy in the kitchen every day, so I wanted to share some housework with her. Finally, one day, I made a request to my mother to cook today. My mother agreed, so I rushed to the kitchen and started to cook the first dish in my life-scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I took out two eggs from the refrigerator and knocked them on the edge of the pot. Egg yolk and egg white poured into the bowl. Wow! Two eggs, like a little golden sun, smiled brightly at me. I thought to myself, hey, you two brothers are going to be eaten by me soon! Finally, after I cut the onions and garlic, I began to fry rice. When I poured the oil into the pot, and then put the onion and garlic into the pot, I saw wisps of white smoke coming out of the pot, and I heard a scratching noise, as if I were fighting. Look into the pot, wow! Great! Brother, you fought with two sisters, onion and garlic. No wonder grandpa Guo is angry. I quickly put the yolk brothers in without saying anything, hoping to calm them down, but instead of stopping fighting, I made their quarrel more intense. I quickly put Sister Shui and Brother Tomato in. In the end, many things happened and the battle was over. I poured the dish into the plate and tasted it. "Wow, it smells good!" " From then on, I learned to cook. Nothing is difficult in the world. As long as we are willing to climb, we must never give up in our daily life in order to do a good job. I was only eight years old. One day in the summer vacation, I was playing outside with my friends, and I suddenly felt hungry. If only there were a bowl of steaming rice at this time, hurry home. When I got home, my parents were not at home. What shall we do? I'd better do it myself! I began to wash my hands and noodles. But noodles and water don't seem to listen to me. Pour a lot of water, rub and rub, and the dried noodles are all blocky, but they can't be rubbed into a whole; Add more water. It is rubbed together, but it is extremely soft. Roll it a few times before sticking it together, and tear it before tearing it. I simply "make a comeback", add some flour, rub it, rub it into a ball and roll it again. A little sticky and sprinkle a layer of dry noodles. It worked this time. Although there is a hole, it is not too serious. Let's start cooking. Wash vegetables, cut vegetables, make a fire, build a pot, pour oil, put vegetables, add salt, add sauce, turn vegetables, add water ... Just when I was as busy as a bee, I found that the fire in the boiler was "dead". This fire is also used to bully our children! I made a fire again. I watched by the boiler and blew it out ... I can't believe it. You dare to "die" for me again this time. At this time, a little friend came to my house to play with me. When she saw me, she almost laughed out of breath. "What makes you so happy?" I asked in confusion. She pointed at my face and said, "Xiaohua Mall is great." I ran to the closet mirror and looked at it. Wow, my face is covered with black coal, as if I were going to play Po Palace. I also smiled and hurried to wash my face. She saw me cooking alone, looked at me with envious eyes and said, "Awesome! Can cook! " I said, "Not yet." She heard that I was not going to play, so she went to find other friends. After she left, I continued to watch the fire and add firewood. After a while, the pot boiled, and I put the cut noodles into the pot. The rice was cooked, and when I opened the pot, the rice soup was abnormal in color and dark brown. This is my first time cooking. Although the rice was badly cooked, it was not only black but also bitter, but I did it after all. I ate my own cooking. At this time, my parents came back. They were very happy when they heard that I could cook, and they wanted to make up for my skills. After the compensation, I said some words of encouragement and put forward suggestions for improvement next time. Soon, I will be able to cook a meal that satisfies my parents by myself. To tell the truth, this is inseparable from their affirmation and encouragement of my first cooking. Because, they gave me confidence. One unforgettable thing in my mind, there are many unforgettable things, but one is my first time cooking. That summer. I go home from school at noon. As soon as I got home, I shouted, "Who is cooking today?" I'm starving. "When I went to the restaurant, I found my parents were away. I was in a hurry when I saw a note on the dining table, which said, "Son, we won't come back today. Cook for yourself." Seeing this note, I thought to myself, "Hum! Isn't it just cooking? Who wouldn't? Today I will show them my hands. "What should I do? Just make my favorite egg noodles. I took two eggs first, with eggs in my left hand and banging on the bowl with my right hand. I broke the egg and the yolk spilled on my hand. I had to knock again, and took another egg in my hand, and learned the last lesson. I knocked the egg with a little force this time and just hit the bowl. I was very happy at that time, and then I stirred hard and stirred well. I cut these noodles left and right, so I cut them in a mess. I cut noodles. I turned on the induction cooker and the water in it boiled. I put eggs and noodles in it and cook them together. After waiting for seven or eight minutes, the noodles are ready. Halfway through, I turned on the TV and started watching my favorite TV series. After a while, I went to the restaurant and saw that the noodles had been cooked. I quickly poured the noodles into the bowl. Fortunately, it tastes good and I can still eat it. I heard my dad say that vinegar and pepper would taste better, then I added some vinegar and pepper, and finally I tasted my "masterpiece". Ah, not bad, but a little spicy. I'm proud. I'm still eating my own noodles. Mom and dad will be very happy when they come back to taste my noodles. This is my unforgettable first time. This morning, I came home after learning my composition. My stomach is growling. I shouted, "Mom, I'm hungry. "But I repeatedly call, no one answered. I went to my room and found my mother was not at home. I rolled my eyes and decided to cook by myself. First I take out cabbage from the refrigerator, then I take out oil, salt and monosodium glutamate from the shelf. Haha, we can finally do it! I washed the cabbage again, and just as I was about to cut it, I suddenly shouted, "God, what a big bug!" " "My voice almost collapsed the roof. I immediately thought of a bug. Will it bite me? Will it bleed? I have a lot of doubts at once. Then I put the cabbage on the chopping board, picked up a kitchen knife and cut it into pieces. Although it was not cut well, I was still satisfied. Next is the hardest step. I had oil in my hand, but I didn't pour it into the pot. I thought to myself: it's terrible, it's terrible. At this time, the little angel and the little devil appeared. The little angel said, "Go down and beat that timid self." The little devil said, "No, aren't you going to be injured and hospitalized for one hundred days?" After thinking for a while, I decided to listen to the little angel. I slowly poured the oil into the pot. Oh, great, I made it. My laughter almost caused a magnitude 25 earthquake all over the world. Then, I put the cut cabbage in. At this moment, the oil suddenly sprayed upward, making my face pale. I turned off the gas and ran to the corner. I already have the word "give up" in my mind, but I remember a sentence: "It's not terrible to fall, what's terrible is that you don't want to stand up." With a nervous mood, I went to the pot again and turned on the gas. Miracle happened, this time it didn't spray. I quickly stir fry and then cover the pot. I waited a long time, took off the lid and blew it up. It's almost cooked. I quickly put the salt and monosodium glutamate in. After a while, a fragrance floated over. Finally, I brought a dish, round, bright and big, which looks beautiful. I put the fried cabbage on the plate. I am very happy in my heart, and this cooking process has made me unforgettable for a long time. Suddenly I feel grown up. I learned to cook. Do you want to congratulate me? Today, my mother asked me to help her cook. This is my first time cooking. Time to cook. I ran to the kitchen happily. The first step is "Taomi". At first, I didn't know how many meters to put. My mother told me that it is enough for our family to eat only two bowls of rice for one meal. I think, why do we need only two bowls of rice for three people in our family? I eat a lot. Mom said that because rice swells when it meets water, two bowls of rice will become five bowls. Oh, I see. I carefully filled two bowls of rice. When the rice is poured into the pot, it sounds like a small white waterfall. It sounds like many pearls fell into the plate. It looks like a small white bullet. When adding water, I put my hand into the water and stirred it a few times. When I stir it, my hands feel like many little pearls in the water. It is naked and feels comfortable. Transparent water suddenly turned into white rice washing water, which is said to be rich in vitamins. Change the water and wash it again. The next step is to cook. How much water should I put in it? Mom said that the water you put in is about as thick as a palm and thicker than rice. Plug in the power supply and press the switch, then wait for the rice cooker to cook by itself. After a while, I heard the rice cooker purring. When I walked by, there was a burst of steam coming from the ventilated place of the rice cooker, as if to tell us that the meal was almost ready. After a while, the switch tripped and the rice was ready. As soon as the pot was boiled, a delicious smell came to my face. Eating my own cooking, my heart is full of joy. Well, not to mention, my mother is calling me again, and I'm probably going to do housework again. In fact, I still like doing housework very much, and I think that labor can make people happy. Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. I went shooting with my basketball in my arms early in the morning. After playing basketball, I happened to meet my mother to buy food. I quickly told her my grades today-I played sixteen balls today. Mom was surprised and said, "Really? So powerful! Then I will cook some good dishes to reward our basketball champion. " I jumped for joy. When I got home, my mother was preparing to wash rice and cook. I quickly ran into the kitchen and said loudly to my mother, "Mom, let me-let me!" " Mother said, "OK, I'll let you come. Be careful not to get your clothes wet. " I patted my chest and said, "I'll be careful." I washed the rice, and my mother put it in the rice cooker to cook. I rushed over to help my mother wash the vegetables again. My mother told me to be careful not to get my clothes wet. At dinner, I asked my father if the food today was particularly delicious. My father looked at me and my mother strangely. Mom smiled and said, Yes, because today's food has the labor of our "Happy Boys" (this is my name in Xue Le). com)。 Hearing this, dad swallowed his meal and said while eating, then I still want to eat. I listened, my heart was sweet. Teacher's comment: Although the material written by the little author is average, the narrative is extremely vivid, which makes such an ordinary thing as cooking interesting. This article is well organized. The author first introduces the cause of the story, then describes the cooking process in detail, and finally describes the scene of a family sharing a delicious meal together. The whole article is permeated with a cheerful and harmonious atmosphere, which vividly shows the warmth of family life and deeply infects readers. Excellent Cooking Composition 9 Open dusty memories and recall wonderful childhood. I'll never forget cooking for the first time. It was the first grade, and my parents went out to buy rice and vegetables. It was getting dark. I can't help drooling when I think of my mother's fried eggs with chopped green onion. I think I'd better cook by myself. I took out my private money, two eggs and an onion, thinking about my father's skillful skills and my mother's superb craftsmanship. I think, I am a descendant of the god of food, and I want to cook fried eggs well! I know fried eggs very well, son of the god of food! I can do it! I started in the order my mother taught me! I put on a fat apron as tall as me and chopped up onions. It's a piece of cake! Then, I peel the egg, and I think it will solidify like a boiled one. I didn't expect the egg white to stay in the bowl from my fingertips, plus chopped green onion. In turn, the step of beating eggs came. After dozens of strokes clockwise, I muttered to myself: even beating eggs is so troublesome! But fortunately, the egg white and yolk finally merged. By this time, I was already sweating. I put the pot on, turned on the gas stove, lit the fire and shouted! The flame almost tasted the apron! I turned down the fire in a panic. Heat the pan, pour the oil, and then I pour the egg liquid into the pan for frying. After a while, the egg slowly changes from liquid to solid! After a while, I suddenly remembered that I didn't even put salt! I added a shovel of salt in a hurry, and suddenly a burnt smell came to my nose. At first glance, it turned out that the eggs were a little burnt! I fried the eggs upside down, but it was only a little symmetrical. Shit! I put sugar in the pot as salt! I tasted the egg juice. It's not delicious, but it's ready to eat. I pour tomato juice into the plate, put fried eggs on the tomato juice, and then spread peanut butter. Eat! Although the egg tastes terrible, my heart is sweet! However, I think: failure is the mother of success! I can do it next time! Excellent composition for cooking 10 My mother works so tired, so hard and so late every day. At noon today, I decided to cook a meal for my mother. However, this is my first time cooking, and I can't do anything! What to do! What to do ... I thought for a while. Gee, I just imitate what my mother usually does. Well, that's it. You have to learn everything the first time anyway. So, I washed the rice and poured it into the pressure cooker, remembering how much water my mother used to pour, and poured so much water according to it. Then, I covered the pot, plugged it in and started cooking. Next, I started cooking. I looked at a pile of various dishes in the refrigerator, including cabbage, potatoes, kale, fish and cauliflower ... so I thought for a moment, fried potatoes! Then, I peeled the potatoes with a knife, washed them, and cut them into small pieces with a kitchen knife. After that, turn on the gas and put the oil in. After a while, the oil began to bubble, just like dancing in a pot. I quickly poured the potato pieces in and started frying. "Crack" is like firecrackers. At this time, potatoes and oil seem to be chasing each other. It's too hot. Haha, fried potatoes are interesting. After a while, it was cooked. I put chicken essence and salt, then fished it out and put it in a basin on the dining table. One dish won't do. What should we fire? Spicy fried fish! This is one of my favorite dishes. I want to fry fish with Chili. I wash and cut the peppers first, then fry them, pick them up and put them in a basin. Then I put the fish cooked by my mother directly into the pot and suddenly "snapped". When I'm almost done frying, I turn the other side over, and so on. After the fish is cooked, I pour in the previous pepper, fry it again, add salt and chicken essence, and then put the fish and pepper in the pot on the basin, which is oval, so that the spicy fried fish is successful. As for the taste. Soon, my mother came back, and my mother and I quickly tasted it. It was delicious ... although it was not good, my mother praised me. On this day, I am very happy today. One afternoon, when I came home from school and finished my homework, I suddenly remembered my appointment with my mother. I quickly called my mother to the kitchen and said, "Mom, you promised to teach me how to cook." Mother said, "What are you going to learn?" I replied, "Learn the simplest fried rice with eggs." Mother readily agreed. I started doing it. The first step is to cut the onion. Look at the green leaves and long onion roots, like a small sapling. I put it on the chopping board, holding the onion in my left hand and cutting it carefully with a knife in my right hand. As I cut, I thought: I must cut vegetables carefully, or I will cut my hand. Step two, stir-fry rice in a pan. Every grain of rice is precious food! I have a pot in one hand and a shovel in the other to turn over the rice. I suddenly felt very funny and smiled on my face from time to time. The third step, fry eggs in it, I learn from my mother. Break up the eggs and put them in the pot, then put some oil. Oil rattles like a clear stream playing music. After frying, you must cut the egg into small pieces. How can this embarrass me? The fourth step, put the rice, eggs and chopped green onion into the pot and stir-fry, then add a little salt. When night falls, I have dinner with my family at the dining table. At this time, I told my family about the process of fried rice with eggs. They all said to me, "You are great! You have really grown up, and we hope you can learn to do more things. " From this incident, I understand that I should do all the housework I can to make my parents stop working so hard every day. Excellent Cooking Composition 12 Since childhood, I have learned a lot, including riding a bike, washing socks, helping my mother pack jiaozi and cooking. I'm going to cook today, because my parents work so hard every day, and I want them to have a hot meal. Do as you say, but do what? I looked in the refrigerator, so I'll make persimmon scrambled eggs! First prepare the ingredients, take four eggs and a tomato. When the oil boils, there are many bubbles in the oil in the pot at first. When the bubbles disappear, the oil is cooked. I rushed to pour the prepared egg liquid into the pot, and the egg liquid immediately boiled, with bulging golden bubbles. Suddenly, peanut oil egg liquid exploded into a sunflower flower with many small petals around it. How beautiful! Take out the fried eggs quickly and put them aside for later use. Then, I cut the washed persimmon into small pieces. Although the size of the block is different, my mother came over and said, "It's okay, son, if only my mother was good at technology." After listening to my mother's words, I began to fry two together in the pot. But because of anxiety, this hand doesn't seem to work well. I am so anxious that I am about to cry. My mother stood quietly and I looked at her. She seems to understand what I mean. She said, "Be sure to be steady and don't worry. See what's left? " It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot the important link and put the seasoning. After listening to my mother's words, I put the salt, sugar and chicken essence in order, turned off the fire and put the dishes on the plate. I turned around and handed the steaming dish to my parents. They laughed happily. After this attempt, I really understand the hard work and the success achieved through hard work, and understand that only by doing it yourself, being good at thinking and not shrinking in the face of difficulties can I exercise myself and grow my skills. I will constantly hone myself in my study and life on the road of my own growth, and be a good boy who is self-reliant and self-reliant! I went back to my long-awaited home on Saturday, thinking that I could have a big meal cooked by my mother, but she had to work overtime, so ... I had no choice but to cook by myself. Um ... Chili ... Meat ... Ah! Keep a clear head. That's right! Shredded pork with green pepper! I used to watch my mother make it. It doesn't seem too difficult. So, I started my cooking journey humming a ditty. First of all, remove the pepper stalks, clean them and cut them into shreds ... I followed the steps silently and operated them carefully. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable with my eyes. I suddenly forgot that I was cutting peppers and reached out to rub them. Then, a burning pain swept through my eyes, and my tears poured out like broken beads. After a long time, the terrible pain got better. Finally, I picked up the knife and cut it carefully, thinking: it's not too difficult! As the saying goes, you can't do two things at once. Sure enough, you are lost in thought. Bang! With a scream, the knife fell off the chopping board, and I was pale and panting with fear. I had a narrow squeak just now. I almost cut my hand. Whoo-I muttered. When cooking, there are naturally many situations, either because a big fire destroyed many dishes, or you accidentally put too much salt, and the fried dishes are still not good-looking, let alone eaten. What is even more pitiful is that pot of rice, like rice and porridge; Let's just say it's porridge, which is similar to rice. Riding for nothing makes people sick. Alas, it seems that a seemingly simple thing is not necessarily simple to do, and it may even be done in a mess. Only when you have experienced it yourself can you know whether it is simple to look at or do. One day in the summer vacation, my mother and I were watching TV at home, and soon it was noon. I said to my mother, "Let me cook with you today." Mom quickly replied: "Good." So I went to the kitchen happily. My mother said, "Just the two of us, let's make the simplest instant noodles." I nodded happily and my mother asked me to boil the water first. I poured two bowls of water into the pot as she said. Then, I tried to turn on the gas stove, but I tried several times without success. Mother told me not to be impatient, press the switch and turn left. Finally succeeded, the blue flame licked the bottom of the pot evenly. Alas, I didn't expect it to be so difficult to turn on the gas stove. Mom said there will be smoke in the pot later, that is, the water is boiling, so you can pour the instant noodles in. Say that finish, she went to wash clothes. It will soon smoke. I opened the lid and saw big and small blisters coming up! I quickly brought instant noodles, but I couldn't tear the packaging bag. I was so anxious that I shouted, "Mom, what should I do if this packaging bag can't be torn open?" Mom smiled in the bathroom and said, "Then you can use scissors." As soon as I heard it, yes, I didn't even understand such simple common sense. I quickly cut open the bag with scissors and poured the contents into the pot. Unexpectedly, even the seasoning bag was poured in. I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks-I'm so anxious that I can't help shouting, "Mom, the seasoning bag has fallen into the pot, and I can't get up!" "When my mother heard this, she ran over and shoveled out the seasoning package with a spatula, saying," Look at your hurry-scurry, you must exercise more in the future. "I vomitted to stick out my tongue, poured the seasoning into the pot and spatula with a spatula. After a while, a bowl of delicious instant noodles was finished. As long as you persist, you can succeed. 15 We eat three meals a day, but who ever thought that my mother was tired from cooking all day? She goes to work at noon in the morning, cooking, washing dishes and mopping the floor without rest, and then goes to work until six or seven in the afternoon. She has been working except for a few hours at night. This time I decided to help my mother cook, so that she could have a rest. It happened that mom said she would be late. So I went to the kitchen and helped my mother cook the first meal. I pour the water into the pot first, and then press the open button to do my homework. In the middle of my homework, I took an egg and put it in the pot to continue my homework. After a while, I went to the kitchen to look at my egg, and it was burnt, so I had to find another egg to make it again. However, I looked everywhere in the kitchen. I searched the kitchen and found no eggs, so I had to do it again. I made steamed rice again I'll take out the rice first, wash it, put it in the pot and put some water in it. After a while, I smelled the burnt rice. I remembered that I had steamed the rice, but it was still not made. When my mother came back, she saw that I had made a mess in the kitchen and asked me what I was doing. I said, "I'm helping my mother cook for you! "I see you work so hard every day. So I wanted to help you, but I didn't expect to make the kitchen like this. Sorry. " Unexpectedly, my mother smiled and said, "Silly boy, I'll buy materials, and my mother will teach you to cook." Then my mother taught me by hand. After a while, I actually learned to cook noodles. From then on, I learned to think before I do something, and then I will do it. As long as I have experienced it personally, I will understand the truth.