Mother cooking scene description composition 1000 words.

1. Cooking composition for mom 1000 words We will have many firsts in our lives, and I have experienced many firsts.

However, among these colorful firsts, the most memorable one is that one. Usually spoiled by grandparents, spoiled by parents. At home, I am the youngest, so my relatives love me very much. I have lived like the apple of my eye since I was a child.

That was the first time I cooked for my parents. That day, I came home, and my mother was lying in bed. Seeing me back, she quickly got out of bed and cooked for me. As soon as my mother starts talking, there is a strong nasal sound in her voice. I didn't feel right until I asked. Oh, my mother caught a cold. I tried my mother's forehead. It's much hotter than me. I quickly arranged for my mother to sit down, gave her medicine and said, "Mom, you are sick. Let me cook. "

My mother looked at me anxiously and was about to say something, but I said, "All right, all right, I'll do it myself." It's blocked

I'm going to cook. Although I have done it before, it's all scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Can I do that? I secretly pinched a cold sweat. I dug out the cookbook, frowning and turning over the dazzling cookbook page by page, and finally found a dish suitable for patients to eat, ready to start cooking. My mother came in and asked me, "Will you cook?" I looked down and prepared to say,' Don't you just cook porridge and cook a dish? Why not? "Paused for a moment, he said," you go back and lie down. Why did you come out again? "Washing vegetables and cutting into pieces is usually a simple step. Why is it so hard to find me? I almost cut my hand several times.

It is good for patients to cook porridge with a small fire, and the millet is rotten, but I have made this seemingly simple porridge cooking process almost a mess several times. The fire was so small that it didn't cackle for a long time. I'm angry. I'll be out in a few minutes Cooking is too difficult. I can't do every step well, such as stir-frying spinach with tofu brain, putting oil in vegetables and putting tofu brain. I spilled grease all over, and the starch used in minced meat will be very fresh and tender. A little pepper, lobster sauce and a little sugar are very strong and can make patients appetizing. After a series of stumbling, I finally put this seemingly simple meal. I watched my mother eat with anticipation. Her eyes sparkled, and she said to me, "Delicious, better than in a restaurant, and feel at home." .

I tasted it. One dish was salty and the other was light, which puzzled me-why my mother said it was delicious! I asked my mother, and she smiled and didn't give me an answer. Mom went to sleep, dad came back and tasted my cooking. I told him what my mother said. He smiled and said, "Do you know that home smells like a servant? The chef in the restaurant doesn't know who to cook for, but cooking for his family is different, because with' heart' as seasoning, everything will be delicious. "

It suddenly dawned on me. It also reminds me that my mother buys food and cooks every day. For so many years, every meal my mother cooks is so delicious. I used to take it for granted to be here, but I never found out how much I love my family.

I walked into the room, hugged my mother and said to her, "Thank you, mom, for cooking so delicious every meal for so many years."

2. Write a diary to record the scene when my mother cooks. Today, I watched my mother cook, and my mother made jar beans. I looked at the hard jar beans and thought: Can I eat such hard things? Mother cut the jar beans into pieces with a kitchen knife, put them in the basket, then opened the liquefied gas valve, took out the spatula and pot for cooking, and turned on the ignition switch on the stove. At that moment, the fire came out in a circle, like a shining stage. Mother put the pot on the stove, waited for the steam to smoke, then picked up a bottle of oil, unscrewed the lid and poured the oil into the pot. The jar beans were poured in with a swish, and I watched my mother cook quickly and skillfully. Then, there was a crackling sound in the pot, just like the sound of firecrackers. I hurried back two steps. After a while, a faint fragrance floated out of the pot and attracted me. I leaned out. At first glance, my mother seems to have magic power.

It turned out that my mother put oil in the middle, but why did they become so tender? This question puzzles me. My mother seemed to read my mind and said, "I stir-fry jar beans with a spatula and put sugar, salt and monosodium glutamate." As soon as mother saw that the beans were about to burn, she turned off the fire and put them on the plate.

I ate a jar of beans, which was delicious and left me with an endless aftertaste.

I am eager to cook for my mother. After watching TV today, my mother hasn't come back yet. At this point, my stomach is crying with hunger. My mother works very hard and will cook for me when she comes back. How tired she is! So I had a brainwave. I want to help my mother cook. It's easier said than done. I usually have a mouth to reach for food and clothes. Today, I am very busy in the kitchen. I thought of my mother's daily care for the whole family, and I must help her share the housework in the future. I don't know how much water to put when cooking. No more, no less. I'll let it go at once. I think more is better than less. When cooking, I don't know what to do, so I quickly find my mother's recipe and start cooking according to the above steps. Hehe, I don't even know the difference between sugar and salt, so I have to bite the bullet and do it. The smoke is too big, and it is useless to open it. I think it's hard for my mother to endure it every day. I used to be too lazy, every day. We must correct it in the future. I made a mess in the kitchen, but I was busy washing dishes. It tastes sweet at first, and some are half-cooked. Rice is boiled into porridge. I really realized my mother's hard work, and everything was not that simple. At this moment, the doorbell rang, and I hurried to see that my mother had gone home. My mother saw me dirty in the kitchen and my masterpiece, but she didn't blame me. Instead, she held me tightly in her arms. Later, I ate my meal with my mother. Although I know it tastes terrible, my mother still eats it with relish and keeps saying that I have grown up and know how to help my mother share the housework. I was very unhappy and secretly decided to help my mother do more housework in the future.

4. Familiar with the scene of my mother doing 130 composition on Friday night, and the diligent mother got into the kitchen as soon as she got home.

As soon as I hung an apron on my body, I began to get busy. My mother washed the rice first and put it in the pressure cooker, then picked the vegetables and washed them. All the flowers have been washed 10 minutes. Stir-fry the cabbage first, then the lean meat. First, mother washed the meat, put it on the brick board piece by piece, and cut it.

When the hot pot "Hula" was steamed, it was shoveled a few times and the oil was even. Then, mother "poured the meat into the pot, sprinkled some salt, put some soy sauce, shoveled it a few times, and finally put a little cumin powder in it, and had a few quarrels." A plate of cumin-flavored lean meat was fried like this, and the kitchen smelled of oil smoke, but my mother was not tired and put it in. That's great.

Everything is delicious. I, a greedy cat, want to eat a piece with chopsticks, burn my doll and scream. I just want to say, mom, you have worked hard. You study hard to make anything for us, lest we get tired of eating. You try to cook for this family in different ways.

5. Write a composition of 1000 words on the topic of cooking. Cooking for the first time has experienced many firsts, such as riding a bike for the first time, going to school by myself for the first time, being on duty for the first time and so on. But what impressed me most was cooking for the first time.

One morning in the summer vacation, my father went to play tennis and was not at home. My mother didn't come back from the night shift. I watched it for about 15 minutes in the morning and felt my stomach growling.

I think, when my parents come back, I don't even know when I will be a fourth-grade student. When can I learn to cook all kinds of meals and vegetables by myself? Without the first time, you will never learn. Try it today! I decided to learn to cook a simple meal-cook instant noodles first. First, I put half a pot of water in a small pot and put it on the gas stove.

Secondly, I tried to turn on the main switch of the gas stove according to the usual actions of adults and twist it to the left by hand; Then strike a fire, press it down with your hand, and then twist it slightly to the left. The first time it didn't hit, I quickly put the switch back to its original position, because I remember my father telling me that although the fire didn't hit, the gas was bubbling, which was very, very dangerous and prone to gas poisoning.

I tried twice, and the third time I finally got angry. Third, I cut a tomato and some parsley with a knife.

At this moment, the water boiled. I took out an egg, tapped it on the fire table, broke it slowly with my hand and quickly put it into the pot. About two minutes later, the eggs were almost cooked. I put tomatoes and instant noodles in the pot and poured three bags of seasoning into the pot respectively. After about a minute, spread a small cloth towel on it, take down the pot and put the coriander in it.

Delicious instant noodles are ready like this. I am so happy to eat my own instant noodles with relish.

In the future, I will learn to cook all kinds of delicious food. I cooked for the first time on Sunday, and my parents were at home. I think my parents usually work too hard, and now they finally have time to rest, but they still have to cook, wash clothes and clean my room. They are very tired.

So, today I decided to cook a meal for my parents and let them have a good rest. My mother was very moved when she found out. She said to me, "You are too young to do it. If you are not careful, you will get hurt. "

"No, you usually work too hard. I will help you today! " After a long morning, it's finally noon. I hurried to the kitchen and earnestly learned to be like my mother. First, I found two pumpkins, a handful of garlic moss and frozen meat, and, by the way, my favorite tomato.

I put on my apron and sleeves, carefully picked up a kitchen knife and cut the pumpkin in half. I'm about to cut half of it into pieces. When my mother saw me chopping vegetables, she was startled and said, "Please tilt the knife a little outward, and be careful not to cut your finger." That makes sense. After careful consideration, I cut the pumpkin into pieces without much effort, although it was a little thick.

It's a bit difficult to shred. I arranged the pumpkin slices in order and cut them gently. The pumpkin slices are still a little slippery. I held them down with my left hand, so I clumsily cut the so-called wires of different thicknesses. Finally, the preparations were done and cooking began.

My mother has been watching, giving advice from time to time, how to pour oil and spices, when to put down the dishes, and what it looks like to cook them. I listened and did it. The pot is "scratching" and my heart is "jingling". I stir-fry at random, and then add salt, monosodium glutamate and other spices in a muddle. In this way, I prepared one dish after another. What I am most proud of is my tomato fried egg soup, which is no longer delicious.

After dinner, my father took a few bites and said, "It smells good. You are really capable. " "Yes, yes, I lost my tongue and teeth."

Mother answered humorously. After listening to everyone's praise, I felt my shoulders ache, wiped the sweat from my forehead and smiled happily. This is my first time cooking! I also understand that seemingly simple things are not easy to do.

Cooking for the first time I have a lot of things to do for the first time, but the most interesting thing is that I cook for the first time. Once mom and dad were not at home, and it was almost noon and they hadn't come back yet.

I just want to surprise my parents. I usually eat ready-made food. Today, I will cook dinner for my parents. There is no need to cook porridge. There are steamed buns in the refrigerator. Just heat it in the microwave oven.

What can I fire? Seriously, I can't fry other dishes, but I can fry eggs. Scrambled eggs then! Do as you say.

I put the eggs in a bowl, add some salt, and then stir them with chopsticks. After the eggs in the bowl are beaten evenly, I put the oil pan on the gas, light it and put oil on it. After the oil is hot, I pour the eggs in the bowl into the pot and turn them over with a shovel to cook. Two minutes later, a plate of scrambled eggs from Huang Chengcheng is delicious. Hardly had I put the plate on the table when the door opened and my parents came back.

"What is delicious and smells so good?" They said with one voice. "Of course, it is my favorite scrambled eggs.

I made it myself this time. How about trying my cooking? "。

My mother smiled and said to me, "son, you are great!" " When I was this age, scrambled eggs were always fried. "He picked up chopsticks and took a bite." Delicious, delicious. "

Dad also rushed over and tasted it. "Smell it, it smells good." It makes my heart beautiful to watch them gobble.

From then on, whenever I have time, I will take the initiative to go to the kitchen. On the one hand, you can hone your cooking skills, on the other hand, you can give your parents more surprises. Now my cooking level is really good.

6. Write a composition of 1000 words on the topic of cooking for the first time.

Everyone has his own experience, and I am no exception. What impressed me most was that I learned to cook by myself. It was an afternoon, in order to complete the teacher's task of "being a little chef", I decided to try. The cooking war has begun. I opened the refrigerator, um, there were ribs, eggs, potatoes ........................................................................................................................................................... I'll take out the vegetables first and then wash them. Wash leaves, stems, etc. Then fry it in a pot. I was about to pour oil on the dish when the oil star immediately splashed and burned the back of my hand. I gave a whoop of "Ouch" and then squatted down and rubbed my hands. "I quit!" I say that finish, frustrated to jump on the sofa and sit down. Mom saw it and asked, "What's the matter? Did you burn your hand? It's okay. " Then she taught me how to cook.

"Well, I'll try again." I'm strong again. I cooked the food quickly as my mother said. The next step is to cut potatoes. I picked the potatoes, washed them and peeled them. The whole line, too light, just a little. The other knife, too heavy, cut a big piece. I'm all thumbs, but I keep cutting. Slowly, it looks much better. After peeling, I cut the potatoes into small pieces, then add some ingredients and fry them together.

Next is the fish. Fish is too difficult to cook, so I have to ask my mother for guidance. Mom cut off the fish belly for me. It makes me sick. I am most afraid of the fishy smell, and I don't know where to start. After a long study, I came up with a plan. I put the fish on the chopping board. Because I didn't dare to touch the fish, I held a knife in my hands and cut the fish off. As a result, the fish were cut into different sizes. I don't know what ingredients to add when frying. I picked up the soy sauce, and as soon as I poured it into the pot, I poured too much soy sauce. What shall we do? Oh, water! After I thought about it, I quickly picked up the bowl, filled it with some water and poured it into the pot. I accidentally poured too much water, and the fish seemed to be light. I didn't care, adding ingredients at random.

By the way, there is still rice to cook. Mom saw that it was almost time to eat, so she helped me cook, and then let me watch. I just put potatoes, vegetables and fish on the plate and don't care about rice. After a while, a burning smell came to my nose. An instinctive reaction made me look at the rice cooker. "Rice, rice is burnt!" I let out a cry and quickly turned off the fire.

Dinner is finally ready. My grades are: golden rice, fish, light and tasteless potatoes and vegetables. My mom and I tried. Mom said, "It's not bad to do it for the first time." However, the meal was so bad that it was burnt. "I said," didn't the advertisement say' rice should be golden, rice should be golden'? " "Potatoes and vegetables are too weak." "Light food is good for your health. ""That fish is too bitter. " "bitter medicine." My mother couldn't help laughing after listening to my explanation.

I benefited a lot from this cooking. Even if you eat delicacies, it is not as good as your own. You should persevere in everything you do.

7. I am familiar with the scene of my mother doing 130 composition on Friday night. My diligent mother got into the kitchen as soon as she got home. As soon as I hung an apron on my body, I began to get busy. My mother washed the rice first and put it in the pressure cooker, then picked the vegetables and washed them. All the flowers have been washed 10 minutes. Stir-fry the cabbage first, then the lean meat. First, mother washed the meat, put it on the brick board piece by piece, and cut it. When the hot pot "Hula" steamed, the oil was even after a few shovels. Then, mother "poured the meat into the pot, sprinkled some salt and put some more."

Soy sauce, shovel a few times, and finally put a little cumin powder in it, making a few more noises. A plate of cumin-flavored lean meat is fried in this way, and the lampblack tastes delicious.

A kitchen, but my mother was not tired, so she put it on a plate and watched the delicious lean meat and cumin together. That's great. Full of flavor

My little greedy cat couldn't wait to eat a piece with chopsticks. It burned my doll and shouted.

I just want to say, mom, you have worked hard. You study hard to make anything for us, lest we get tired of eating. You try to cook for this family in different ways.

8. Describe mother's back when cooking. Some people say: "Motherly love is the lamp that illuminates the road at night; Motherly love is a tree that tired children can rely on.

Every time I come home from school and see my mother's tired back, I always feel bad for me and make me cry.

When I was a child, I often had a high fever and was weak. My mother takes me to the hospital all day. At that time, my mother's back was different from that of now. At that time, my back was generous, and now my back is exhausted.

I remember when I was in kindergarten. One day, it was raining heavily, and other parents came to pick up their children. I am alone, standing at the gate of the kindergarten, waiting for my family to pick me up. I can't help feeling a little resentful towards my parents: Why didn't you pick me up? "

Suddenly, a familiar figure came slowly towards me in the rain. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be my mother. I was very happy and my anger slowly disappeared.

My mother was walking home behind my back. I feel my mother's shoulders are so warm, and my heart suddenly disappears from qi to warmth.

I said to my mother, "I want to come down, mom." After coming down, my mother and I held the same umbrella. When I got home, my mother saw that my schoolbag was wet! So she gave me her umbrella and ran home.

In the rain, I saw my mother's back again, so scarred and exhausted.

The next morning, my mother caught a cold and was lying in the hospital. I blame myself, why not let my mother run home with an umbrella, or my mother wouldn't get sick!

At this moment, my heart ached and I cried again when I saw my mother lying in the back row of the hospital.

Whenever I read Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, I seem to vaguely see my mother's thin, tired and scarred back. I said to myself in my heart, "Mom, you are the touch of my life!" "