Babad's Cooking Composition

Dad's cooking composition 1 This Sunday, Dad cooked a good dish for our family-shredded beef with garlic. It was so delicious that I will never forget it!

Dad asked grandma to cut some garlic in the field first, and then I'll clean it up. After a while, it was finally dad's turn to shine. He rolled up his sleeves first, then picked up the broadsword and put it on the water tank to grind it-it would be sharper. Then he took some garlic and cut it. He has garlic in one hand and a sharp knife in the other. He cut garlic "kacha, kacha ……" neatly every time. He moved one hand backwards and the other forward. Because dad is an old hand, he cut the garlic in less than a minute or two.

The mother here is also busy with the work at hand. Mother first cut the beef that Dad bought into pieces, then cut it into slender shredded beef, and put it in a bowl after cutting it. Then add starch and yellow wine, and then stir in a bowl with chopsticks for a while. Mom said it would make the shredded beef tender.

Then my father turned on the gas. He poured some oil into the pot first. After frying the oil in the pot, he immediately poured in the tender shredded beef and stir-fried it. When he found that the shredded beef stuck to the pot, he put a little water in it, because it would prevent the beef from sticking to the pot. Soon, my father poured shredded beef into the bowl and poured a little oil into it. After the oil is boiled, pour in the garlic, which must also be fried for a while. After two or three minutes, add a little water, fry for a while, then add the fried shredded beef and cook for a while. Finally, add a little pepper, edible salt and monosodium glutamate, stir-fry in the pot for several times to make the newly added seasoning even. After a while, dad turned off the gas, took out a plate and poured shredded garlic and beef into the plate. Ok, a delicious dish will be fried.

That night, my father's food broke the Guinness Book of Records, because his fried garlic and shredded beef made me eat a lot. I ate the food with relish while admiring my father's cooking!

Father's cooking composition 2 Although my father has a spleen and a belly, he has many stunts: repairing various electrical appliances, inventing toys, cooking food ... but as a foodie, my favorite is his cooking.

On the day of Chinese New Year's reunion dinner, my father showed his talents and made me a fried eggplant. He first found a big basin, filled it with water, put the eggplant in, and skillfully bathed the eggplant. Dad picked up a kitchen knife and began to cut eggplant. His knife work is amazing. In less than a few minutes, he cut the eggplant thin and round. The oil in the pot is hot. Dad quickly pours the eggplant into the pot, adds water, and adds various seasonings such as garlic, onion, sugar, salt and soy sauce. Stir-fried for a while, a burst of fragrance, let my mouth water "three thousands of feet". I was in a hurry: "Dad, when can I eat eggplant?" Dad smiled and replied, "There is not enough time, fifteen minutes!" " After a while, the eggplant was out of the pot, and my father cooked several dishes, which was enough for me to eat.

"Dinner is ready!" Dad came to the living room with the cooked food. The food on the table looks like the food cooked in a five-star hotel, and the pot of wonderful fried eggplant with attractive color is too fragrant. Wow! Eggplant is tender and fragrant, so I can't wait to pick up chopsticks and start tasting. When I tasted it unforgettable, my father sat by and watched me eat happily with a happy smile on his face.

This is my chef's father. He is a first-class chef and full of love. Not only do I say that his cooking is delicious, but others will also give a thumbs up.

Dad's cooking composition 3 There is an excellent chef in my family, and that is my father. His cooking is unusual. No matter who praises his cooking, I often ask him, "You are such a good cook, why don't you become a cook?" However, dad always smiles without saying a word.

Dad cooks the same food as mom, and picky people will praise him. Once, my mother was ill and went to the hospital for examination. The doctor said it was a stomach cold. You can't eat greasy food these days, you can only drink porridge. I listened and thought: what can I do? Mom's picky mouth and stomach are the last people to drink porridge. I racked my brains to find a way, but my father said, "Don't worry, I'll let your mother drink porridge." I'm dubious. Because even my grandmother cooked her own porridge, my mother didn't drink it, let alone my father cooked it.

When I was eating, I saw that the porridge cooked by my father was preserved egg lean meat porridge with silvery white meat on it, white rice with black preserved egg diced, and two spinach were wrapped around the inside of the bowl. What a tempting smell! I can't wait to take a bite, yeah! It smells good. By this time, my mother had entered the kitchen and said with a smile, "Who cooked the porridge? It smells good! " Then she picked up a spoon and tasted it. Then her mother drank the whole bowl of porridge. Then she drank three bowls. I admire my father now, because he cooks as well as the chef, and I am very proud.

Dad is an excellent cook. Every time he goes to grandma's house, whenever he meets relatives and friends, they always say, "The chef is back, teach me to cook a meal one day." At this time, I will be very proud, because I have a chef father.

Dad's cooking composition 4 Our father is a typical cook. It can be regarded as the king of chefs, and the delicious food made by them makes those picky eaters impeccable.

That tall nose is often used by my father to smell his delicious food. He is so powerful that he seems to have smelled everything in the world. You can tell what it is when you smell it! He has a round belly full of cooking! Dressed in "chef's suit", he looks quite a master.

Our family is very picky about food and has a high pursuit of food, but Kitchen God has never had a headache. Look! He's frying steak again! I saw him pat garlic, pour oil, ignite, cut and fry ... a series of actions, like running water, his eyes moved with his right hand from beginning to end, and his concentration seemed to be making a work of art, not cooking. Suddenly, he turned the pot over, and suddenly the steak flew in the air, which scared me. I thought dad was going to miss, but he caught it easily, which made me dumbfounded. This technology is really not built. As soon as the steak was served, the table was full of fragrance, which attracted everyone to be busy. The exclamation is endless, chopsticks touch the plate and smack their lips-"hey, eat slowly and save some for me!" " "Delicious, don't grab it!" "Sweet as hell, dad, is there anything else in the pot? More! " Three times five divided by two, two minutes later a steak was made into a CD.

Dad is good at cooking not only hot dishes, but also cold dishes. Especially his cold dish knife skill, which is called a wonderful work. Look! He held a cucumber in his left hand and a knife in his right, raising and lowering the knife. Is this what Jianghu people call a "shadowless hand"? It was so fast that I didn't even have time to watch it. I only heard "click click", and pieces of round yellow flower meat were born. Dish, concave, blended, poured, delicious and artistic cold cucumber served.

Dad is really the "kitchen god" of my family. As long as things related to cooking, hot and cold dishes, are all Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts-a piece of cake. Anyone who is picky about food shows his true colors in front of him.

My father's cooking composition 5 I have a clever father who can cook all kinds of dishes, among which crayfish impressed me the most and I will never forget it. Dad can cook many kinds of crayfish, thirteen kinds of spices, spicy and steamed.

I want to eat crayfish again today. My father took me to the market to buy lobster. As soon as I entered the market, I was dazzled by the dazzling array of vegetables neatly placed on the booth. We walked around the food market and found the lobster stand. I saw a lot of lobsters in three big red plastic pots, the big one was 50, the bottom one was 45 and the smallest one was 35. The proprietress shouted loudly in the booth. Dad said he would choose the best for me, so he took a pair of chopsticks and put them in the biggest lobster. At this time, the lobster seemed to know his father's intention and immediately stood up, waving big pliers to fight with his father, but his father was not afraid at all. He quickly picked up the lobsters one by one and put them in the bucket. When the weight is enough, he gives them to the boss. The boss tidied up neatly and handed us a big bag of lobsters. Dad paid money to go abroad and bought a lot of ingredients to go home.

When I got home, my father was busy in the kitchen for a long time. I didn't know dad's lobster was about to be cooked until I smelled the delicious lobster. Sure enough, in a short time, my father came out with two big pots of lobster, and my father was soaked to the skin. But he still smiled and said to me: Come and eat. I couldn't wait to rush to the table to eat, and several lobsters were swallowed at once. I looked up at my father and asked, Dad, why are your dishes always so delicious? What did you put in it? I let love go! Dad went over and said.

At first I didn't quite understand what this meant, but it took me a long time to figure it out. It is because my father loves me that he is willing to cook good food for me in the kitchen on such a hot day. Of course, I also ate this love, so I think all the dishes cooked by my father taste so good! Therefore, a loving father is the best cook!