I learned the composition of cooking.

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After studying the composition of cooking 1 all day, my parents are not at home, so I can't cook, so I have to be hungry all day. This experience gave me the idea of learning to cook.

That night, I told my mother the idea. Cooking is not only cooking, but also cooking. Because I cook with a rice cooker at home, it is not difficult to operate. Just decide the amount of rice according to the number of people, then wash the rice, add a proper amount of water, dry or thin, cover it and set it up, and then the rice will be loaded. So, I learned it quickly. Next, learn to cook; We should start with something simple, such as scrambled eggs. It seemed simple to me at first, but I didn't know until I started practicing. In fact, it wasn't. Scrambled eggs are not simple. Only when we feel relaxed when watching others fry will we have this illusion. The first time I scrambled eggs, I had no experience. I put as much oil as I usually cook, then I started a big fire and poured the eggs into the pot. Then I naively thought I shouldn't turn over. When one side of the egg is cooked, the heat will naturally pass through it to the side that is not cooked, and then I can cook when both sides are cooked. This is just my naive idea, but in fact, the side that sticks to the pot is burnt, and the side that doesn't stick to the pot is still raw. The first egg I scrambled failed.

After studying that night, although I didn't learn much, I summed up my experience afterwards and found that there are several places to pay special attention to scrambled eggs:

1, put a little more oil.

2, the fire should not be too big.

3, control the temperature, etc. When the pot is cooked, turn it over in time. Later, after careful practice, I learned to scramble eggs, and then I learned a series of dishes containing scrambled eggs, such as scrambled eggs with tomatoes and leeks. After a while, I learned some dishes such as fried loofah, fried melon and braised pork ribs. And I gradually understand that cooking is a survival skill!

I don't think I will starve because my parents are not at home, because I can cook.

I learned the composition of cooking. Now I have learned a lot of skills, but one thing-I can't cook. My mother told me all day: "You are too old to cook. What are you going to do in the future? " I always say impatiently, "Tomorrow, tomorrow I will go to school!" " "In this way, day after day, I didn't know how to cook until one day ... I was alone at home and no one came back at noon. By the way, hasn't my mother always said that I can't cook? Ok, I'll let my mother see if I can do it. I can't help but think of that time at menstruation's house, I didn't do well, and finally menstruation was too busy.

Thought of here, I can't help but get scared, but in order to prove that I have grown up, I summon up courage and go to the kitchen.

What should I do? I stared at the kitchen. After I called my father for advice, I quickly wrote down the steps on paper. Looking at this long list of things, my heart is shaking. Fortunately, I had a little experience last time. Facing the note, I first put the pot on the gas stove and fired. When there was no water in the pot, I carefully poured the oil into the pot. Oh,no. What are you doing? In my hurry, I forgot the key thing. By the way, didn't mom say she wanted to eat zucchini? I found zucchini, cut it, and prepared to put it in the pot, but I made a mistake: I used to watch my mother cook, and as long as my mother put the dishes in the pot, I would plug my ears and make a little noise! While I was hesitating, my father came back. I thought I found my savior. But instead of helping, my father even called me timid.

In order to prove my ability, I "throw caution to the wind" this time. I have a kitchen knife in my right hand, and my left hand helps my right hand push the food onto the knife. I walked a few centimeters away from the pot, leaned down and quickly put the dishes into the pot. At the same time, the pot made a crackling sound. I quickly took back my arm for fear that oil would spill into my hand, but my hand didn't, and my beloved clothes became a scapegoat. At this time, I also forgot my coat and clothes, picked up a shovel and stir-fried the zucchini back and forth. Before cooking, I put some soy sauce and salt on the plate. Although the taste is not good this time, I made it myself, and my parents praised me, which is better than anything else!

I learned the composition of cooking. I have learned many things before, such as the stars in the sky. For example, I learned how to use the computer, how to help my mother wash rice, how to swim and so on. In the process of learning these skills, I have tried sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. But what impressed me most was learning to cook for the first time.

This is a sunny weekend. Finish your homework early. It's noon again. There is only my grandmother at home. She is a "superb cook". I asked my grandmother to teach me how to cook, but I thought she wouldn't agree. Who knows, grandma readily agreed.

I started the "big action" of cooking. First of all, I prepared the materials according to grandma's instructions and started cooking. I poured golden peanut oil into the pot and only heard the squeaking sound, which was very harsh. After a while, the peanut oil became hot, and the fragrance began to give out slowly. I quickly put the cut red tomatoes into the pot and fried them left and right, which was very interesting. When the tomatoes are ripe, I immediately put the prepared pale yellow eggs in the pot. Of course, the most important thing is that I didn't forget to put salt, but when I put salt, a hot oil bounced into my hand and I cried out in pain. Grandma immediately asked me to wash my hands, and it didn't hurt so much at this moment.

However, I still didn't give up, and continued to finish my "masterpiece", turning the tomatoes and eggs in the pot upside down. After a few minutes, the tomatoes and eggs in the pot are finally cooked. I quickly picked up the food and put my "work" in front of my grandmother. The smell of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is so tempting that even I can't help drooling. Grandma finished eating, so I quickly asked her what she thought. At this time, grandma smiled and gave me a thumbs-up sign. I am very happy after reading it, and my heart is full of sweetness, as if I had eaten honey.

Although this dish can't be called delicious, it is still part of my efforts!

Sure enough, "hard work pays off." As long as we study everything carefully, it will be successful.

I learned to cook. As I grew older, I learned many skills, such as riding a bike and skating ... but what impressed me most was that I learned to cook that time.

One day on the weekend, it was sunny and sunny, and only my father and I were at home. Dad said, "Let me teach you how to cook today!" " "I hesitated, finally agreed.

At the beginning of cooking, my father cleaned the rice cooker first, then scooped up two bowls of rice and put them in the basin in the rice cooker. He washed rice again and again, and the rice was finally clean. So, dad put the basin in the rice cooker, covered the lid and turned on the power. My father and I waited patiently. After a while, the rice was cooked and the smell came to the nose. I have no choice. I took a bite of rice with chopsticks and tasted it in my mouth. "Wow" smells good!

Unexpectedly, rice is so good to cook.

I said to my father. "Let me try!" Dad nodded his head.

I followed my father's example, washing the pot first, and then washing the rice. "ouch!" I didn't end the pot properly, and I spilled the rice. I have to wash it again. I succeeded this time. I put the rice into the rice cooker and turned on the power. After waiting for a while, I opened the pot and looked, "My God, how did dry rice become porridge?" Hearing this, my dad ran over to me and said, "Hehe, you put too much water." After practicing several times, I finally learned to cook.

After learning to cook this time, I understand that everything should be done carefully, and only in this way can it be done well.

I learned the composition of cooking. In my memory, there have been many "firsts". The first one is like a footprint step by step, printed on my growth path. However, the most unforgettable thing for me is cooking for the first time.

When I was 8 years old, my parents went to work in the summer vacation and didn't come back until the sun went down. My stomach is growling with hunger. I rummaged through the kitchen at home and found nothing. I was so hungry that I decided to cook by myself, thinking that I could take this opportunity to show myself in front of my parents. Just do it. I learn from my mother's usual cooking style. I first add a few spoonfuls of water to the pot and then light it. But the fire is not so good to burn, it seems to be against me, but I can't catch it. Finally, it caught fire.

However, the smoke of the fire has made me cry. After a while, the water boiled. I put the washed rice into the pot, but I didn't expect the water in the pot to be full, and it flowed out to put out the fire. I scooped out the water in the pot and started the fire again. I finally got angry with all my strength, and I took a long breath. After a while, I felt that the rice was almost cooked, so I picked up the spoon and put it up. Accidentally touching the edge of the pot, I quickly let go and spilled rice all over the floor. I scooped it again. I've been cooking for more than half an hour and it's all steamed. I sat on the ground sighing, waiting to be criticized by my parents.

When mom and dad came back from work, they saw me laughing like a black-faced Guan Gong. I tried my best to hold back the tears of injustice, but I still shed them reluctantly. When they knew what had happened, my father dried my tears. Kindly stroked my head and said, "son, the first time is the experience, not the result." If you do it, it means that you dare to try. Today's failure may become tomorrow's success. Never mind, let's do it again together. "Dad's encouragement made me full of confidence again. Under the guidance of our parents, we finally cooked a delicious meal. Eating sweet and delicious food and feeling that I am enjoying the fruits of my labor have a strange feeling in my heart.

Now, I not only learned to cook, but also learned to cook delicious dishes. Braised snapper is my unique skill. However, I will always remember my first cooking experience and what my father said to me, which inspired me to succeed.

I learned how to cook. I asked my mother many times to let me learn to cook, but my mother never let me learn, for fear that I might accidentally burn myself.

Once, my mother went to my grandmother's house, and only my father and I were at home. Dad is cooking for him. Suddenly, he heard the telephone ring. After the phone call, he got dressed and said, "The company has something to do. I'm going to the office. " I waited for my father to come back while doing my homework. Five minutes have passed, 10 minutes have passed. Dad never came back, and unconsciously, his stomach began to sing empty plans. So I thought, why not give it a try? The opportunity has finally come. So I went into the kitchen, added some water to the rice cooker and plugged it in. When the water boiled, I put some rice in it. Then I sat on a cabbage and accidentally fried it black. I think, it doesn't matter, everything is difficult at the beginning, just do it a few times more. I am proficient in the next dish-persimmon scrambled eggs. I don't know when my father will stand behind me. I quickly pushed my father out and brought the food up. My father saw the first dish and deliberately said, "This is cooking!" " "I said," there is a second course! So dad went on to taste persimmon scrambled eggs. "Well, this dish is fried well. In this way, when adults are away, you don't have to starve. " I gave a light smile.

In this experience, I feel I have grown up. In the future, we should learn to do more housework and help our mother reduce the burden.