How to write an essay about a dinner party in the kitchen

1. A 600-word article with the theme of dinner party

The winter vacation has arrived, and on the day of the break from school, Teacher Qian organized an unforgettable dinner party for the team cadres.

A group of us walked into the dynamic kitchen talking and laughing, and immediately started operating according to the plan. Everyone worked together, peeling potatoes, washing cucumbers, chopping carrots, grating, and peeling onions. Everyone was laughing and joking while doing the work in their hands, and the kitchen was filled with laughter and excitement. After a while, we were finished!

The next step is to prepare, and it’s time for Teacher Qian to show off his skills! Teacher Qian skillfully cut the bacon and cheese into a large plate, put the shredded potatoes and onions in, then poured in the flour, mixed it thoroughly, then poured in some ingredients and flour, and stirred it thoroughly. Then add a small amount of oil to the inner core of the rice cooker and pour the contents of the plate into the pot. And you’re done! During the baking process, we started the second project - making glutinous rice balls. Teacher Qian first kneaded the dough, then we rolled it into balls and put in the filling. So many people are making the stuffing together that the person making the stuffing is too late. Soon the plate was filled. The glutinous rice balls came out of the pot.

"It's time for fried chicken steak!" Someone shouted, and everyone rushed to the kitchen. Teacher Qian first took out a piece of chicken breast and put it into the pot. Oil suddenly splashed everywhere, and everyone took a step back. Slowly, the chicken steak began to exude a fragrant aroma, and everyone was salivating. About seven or eight minutes later, Teacher Qian took out the chicken steak. When some people saw it, they immediately stepped forward to take it, but Teacher Qian said, "It's not yet cooked inside. I need to cut it into pieces and fry it!" Ah, so that's it, everyone had to continue to wait, but the chicken steak was coming out immediately. As soon as everyone saw it, they immediately swarmed in and grabbed every piece. Some people moved a little too slowly, and even the chicken steak was not visible. I didn’t even see it, so I could only drool!

But don’t despair, there are also potato pizza and glutinous rice balls! They came out of the pot one after another, and they were delicious. Everyone devoured their food...

This dinner was really unforgettable! Not only is it delicious, but it also greatly improved my cooking skills! The most important thing is that it also greatly improves the cohesion of our class! 2. Compositions about family dinners mainly focus on character actions)

Happy family gathering”

My father-in-law’s family is a big family, with 11 brothers and sisters, plus There are more than 60 descendants of each family! In order to celebrate this rare big family, we have a gathering every year on New Year's Day.

This year is no exception, as in previous years. We always hold the event in a large hotel, but it always feels a bit empty and not enough to gather the atmosphere. This year, my mother specially found a smaller hotel and occupied the entire second floor. It was a coincidence that the second floor was just right. There was a place that could be used as a stage, so my mother asked the waiters to move the tables and bring down the speakers and TVs for everyone to sing and hold. What kind of programs and games would be included in this year's party? Where's the prize? I'm looking forward to it...

The first day of the Lunar New Year is finally here! At two o'clock, our family arrived at the hotel on time and saw that we were the first to arrive. I helped my mother prepare some game equipment. After a while, the guests came one after another. This year, the hosts of the event are me, my sister Lele, my mother and Uncle Xiaoxing. Our theme is: Happy Camp < /p>

The first program was that my sister Lele and I read "Disciple Rules" together. We recited it generously. Although we read for a long time and our mouths were dry, we heard our relatives. Warm applause, my heart is still very sweet. The second program, I announced: "Next, let's play a game - musical chairs, who wants to participate? "Many people raised their hands, including the old people. So, I first invited five old people to come on stage. The music started, and the old people walked quickly and rhythmically to the cheerful music. I also noticed, They kept squinting at the chair, fearing that they would lose if they couldn't grab the chair. At this time, the music stopped suddenly and the sound of the chair was heard - the old man. We sat down quickly, oh no! Uncle Xiaoxing asked her to draw a lottery ticket in the bag. After she drew it, she took the microphone and read loudly: "Please name the capitals of five countries."

"My aunt was pretty good. She told her everything in less than a minute, and my mother gave her a glass jug as a prize. Then, my mother invited five children to come on stage to play "musical chairs." My four friends and I ran up happily. We got on the stage, this time using an elimination system. The music started, and we started to circle around the chairs. "Stop!" "A grandpa suddenly shouted. We sat down quickly, which caused a burst of laughter. It turned out that grandpa was teasing us! Everyone stood up again and circled, the music stopped, we sat down quickly, brother Miaomiao I was eliminated, and I breathed a sigh of relief... In the third round, only sister Lele and I were left. We looked at each other bitterly, which meant that good friends were about to become 'enemies'. The music sounded again. When the sound started, Lele and I turned around, but the music didn't stop, and my head felt dizzy! At this time, the music suddenly stopped, ah! I walked around behind the chair! I thought: It's over, it seems I'm going to answer the question. I drew a lottery ticket with a frown, and opened it - the frown turned into a smile: "I don't have to think hard to ask an old man over 70 years old to sing the same song." How great it is to get a gift! I got a tiger doll. Brother Maomao was so jealous that he deliberately raised his fist at me.

I also directed the old people to sing. It was the first time I was conducting, facing the older generation, and I was trembling nervously. Fortunately, my eyes met my grandma, and she smiled at me, and I felt more at ease when the music started playing. Grandma seemed to know that I was not good at it. The conductor just sang and conducted with me. I imitated my grandmother’s gestures and completed the conducting task. I really want to thank my grandmother, otherwise I would have made a fool of myself!

Next, everyone has dinner. I poured drinks for the relatives at my table and started eating with chopsticks. I was so hungry... After the meal, we ended this happy party amidst the sound of colorful fireworks.

< p> Have a happy and unforgettable New Year's Day! I really hope this kind of party can last forever! 3. An essay about the kitchen

The most lively place in my house is the kitchen.

On Saturday, I heard the sound of water, so I walked downstairs and went to the kitchen to see that it was my mother cooking. When my mother was preparing to wash the vegetables, I immediately moved a small bench and I cooked. I was watching my mother wash the vegetables. When washing the vegetables, the water made a "squeaking" sound. Ah! The water flow was so fast! After washing the vegetables, I started cutting the vegetables. Just like us, when we step hard on the ground with our feet, we also make a "kick" sound. Ah! It's really as fast as a flying knife. After cutting the vegetables, we start to stir-fry. When cooking, we make a "tick-tick" sound. The sound is like a "chirp" like a chicken, it's like being in the countryside.

My kitchen is full of sounds, and it is a smoky kitchen. This is my lively kitchen. 4. A sumptuous dinner. 200-word essay

My (Nicolas) wish finally came true. Grandma’s birthday came again. We arrived at the hotel happily, but every time there was a problem. A lot of chaos.

I wore a blue dress, but for once I didn't complain too much about it. Mom wore a blue top and a pair of jeans, and she also liked to tell jokes. Uncle Ou Jin, he is wearing a very big tie today and looks very funny.

Before the dinner party started, I played pinball with my cousin Ella. I beat him by three, so cool!

After everyone arranged their seats, the food began to be served. A waiter in a black tuxedo started serving us sausages, which is my favorite kind. I eat a lot. But Cousin Ella started to make a fuss. He said the sausage was not good and wanted oysters. Aunt Maddie persuaded him not to yell, so he smeared all the mayonnaise on Aunt Maddie's face, and Aunt Maddie choked Ella.

Then Uncle Ou Jin started telling a great joke, but he accidentally knocked over the coffee and dropped the fork on the ground. He bent down to pick it up as he continued telling the joke, then his voice grew quieter and then he suddenly appeared on the other side of the table. Dad scolded loudly: "Ou Jin, this is not a playground!" Uncle Ou Jin laughed and said back to him: "You are jealous, because you are jealous that you can't walk quietly like me."

The next thing to eat was pizza, it was so cool! It was full of cheese and diced ham and large chunks of meat floss. I ate three pieces.

Dessert after the meal is ice cream, covered! It's vanilla chocolate flavored.

This time I still have to torment the waiters enough. It would be great if we could have this kind of family dinner a few times a year. Ya San (Ya San is a fat friend who loves to eat, and there is always something in his mouth. It’s about eating. We are the best buddies.) I must be so jealous after hearing this. 5. How to write your thoughts after the dinner party

Last night our department had a dinner party at Qiao Si Dasha Restaurant. We originally planned to go on a trip, but then we stopped going out, so we decided to have a dinner party together. I remember that in the past, whenever there was something worthy of celebration or happiness for a birthday, no matter how big or small it was, someone would always suggest having a meal. Therefore, people in a circle decide the level of food according to the size of the event, whether it is a hotel or a street food stall. What you eat is secondary, the key is the happy atmosphere. Even if they are in the same unit or are good friends, because they work independently, there are very few opportunities for real open communication. Therefore, dinner gatherings with colleagues have special value. When we get together, drinking, eating, and talking are indispensable. Some people's words make people laugh, and some people's words make people jump. But the more important thing is that the atmosphere is relatively harmonious. Even if there are any festivals, they will be tolerated, at least before eating and drinking. Some people like to drink like crazy and talk nonsense; but there are also people who can toast each other and laugh at each other's grudges through dinner parties.

It should have been a very happy thing, but one conversation at a dinner party made me somewhat tired of company dinners.

It seems that it was still in 2009 when the water was built in Jiujiang. Those days were really filled with endless dinner parties, and I felt like vomiting! It is inevitable to have endless dinner parties and drinks with those section chiefs, bureau chiefs, town mayors, and township chiefs every day. I remember that at the table, a male colleague who was similar to me said to me that I was just like an old uncle at the table. He didn’t understand the rules at the wine table, didn’t know how to toast, and couldn’t speak. That was my first time drinking, and then I toasted with all my strength, one leader after another. I originally wanted to be casual, but those people would not let you go and insisted on fighting to the end. In the end, I was dizzy after drinking and walked unsteadily. , and when I finally returned, my colleagues told me that I didn’t understand anything, and the newbie on the table even drank himself to pieces.

Thinking about it carefully, what he said is indeed the truth. However, as a fashionable and young person, I never considered the deeper meanings of dinner parties and got drunk. After I left there and went to Hangzhou, no matter whether it was in Ludu, Defina, or Gicai, whenever there were departmental dinner parties, I basically never drank or said a word. It was the same this time. I just sat in this luxurious suitcase and ate quietly without saying anything. As a result, my colleagues all said that I was stupid, that I had never seen the world, and that I couldn't let go. I just laughed. Of. 6. A family dinner composition worth over 500

The New Year’s dinner is accompanied by the baptism of cold wind and the sound of fireworks. A new year has come again, and on this festive day, I, the little greedy cat, , what a blessing it is! The New Year's Eve dinner is also a beautiful scenery among the many customs and activities of the New Year.

Finally, I came to Hongxing Restaurant for New Year’s Eve dinner. After chatting with relatives for a while, I couldn’t wait to sit down and quietly wait for the delicious food to arrive. But just looking at those cold dishes makes me salivate.

Maybe I stared at the food for too long, and my mother seemed to read my mind. Quietly said: "Be patient for a while, I know you are very hungry, you will be fine soon."

Look! The braised squab is waving to me! It's fragrant and shiny, and it's my favorite. Look! The steamed mandarin fish is calling me: "Don't you usually like to eat mine the most? Hurry up!" It is true that there is more than enough every year.

I couldn't help but swallow another mouthful of saliva. Finally, the great-grandmother raised her glass and said, "Happy New Year everyone! Cheers! Whatever you want!" I quickly took a sip of Coke.

Picked up the chopsticks and started eating. Well, the squab skin was crispy and the meat was tender, salty and fresh. I immediately tore it into my mouth.

Before I could swallow it, I scooped up a bowl of Pingqiao tofu soup. It was extremely delicious. The tofu melted in your mouth and had an excellent texture. It had an indescribable deliciousness.

Savoring the vegetarian dishes, wow! The reedgrass is extremely crispy, plus the soft and spicy dried tofu. When you chew it, your mouth will immediately be filled with fragrance and salty juice. It is so delicious.

In addition, there are dry-pot cabbage that is so spicy that it makes your nose itch, fat but not greasy twice-cooked pork, and steamed salmon that is refreshing and pleasant and melts in your mouth... Just like that, everyone is beaming with joy. There were laughter and laughter, and I was happily devouring this delicious food, and my heart was filled with joy. Ah, I’m getting hungry while talking, let’s get started together. 7. Articles describing the kitchen

Zhang Guoli, a middle-aged Taiwanese male writer with a small bourgeoisie, wrote an article "The Evolution of the Kitchen", reviewing his mother's kitchen, his ex-wife's kitchen, and his own kitchen, and describing it in more detail I now own the kitchen I share with my wife ***. His mother’s kitchen was a magical space where he thought “put the dough in the steamer, and after a few hours the steamer would automatically spit out fragrant pickled cabbage buns.” His ex-wife’s kitchen was a semi-disabled person that he had never set foot in and was pampered and opened his mouth. A strange space for a man; his own kitchen is a fashionable space for maintaining the relationship between father and daughter while pursuing his girlfriend; and the open kitchen that he and his wife now own is an important space for the living room on the right, the desk at the back, and the aroma of food that fills the entire house from time to time. .

The writer's pen is always full of magnetism. I walked around his kitchen, and I looked back on the kitchens I had entered.

It was already the mid-1970s when I remember this. We moved to a tube building in my father's workplace. ***Two floors, open-air staircase. The housing supply is limited, so a family of four is basically allocated two single rooms, each about 12-15 square meters. None of the residents has a separate kitchen. Every household has a briquette stove in the corridor, and a long table with a cutting board and some pots and pans next to it. A public water room is located at the end of the corridor. Every time I wash vegetables or fill a kettle, I have to pass by the long corridor and glance at the furnishings of other people's homes that I always think are more beautiful than my own.

The person facing the door is from Shandong. Their breakfast, lunch and dinner always include noodles, steamed buns, pancakes and other types of pasta. Because of them, I learned for the first time that steamed buns can be round. My previous understanding of the shape of steamed buns was limited to the shape of a steamed bun cut with a knife. In this corridor-style public kitchen, my family probably didn't cook any fragrant dishes. I only remember that the young couple next door and next door often cooked spicy chili that filled the entire floor with smoke and made everyone sneeze.

In the early 1980s, my kitchen was a single room built independently outside the house using wooden boards, linoleum felt and other materials, with an area of ??about 8-9 square meters. The pots and pans are placed on the long table, and the bowls and pans are placed in the cabinets, lined up along the wall. A simple window with a stove standing under the window frame. If it rains, the stove should be pulled farther away from the window because the window edges are poorly sealed and rain will seep in. At that time, briquettes were being burned, and if the furnace was sealed well at night, the furnace could be used without regeneration for several days. It's my job to light the stove, so what impressed me most about this kitchen was that I was in tears from the smoke, and at the same time, my mother blamed me for not sealing the stove last night. The consequence was that I might have a stuffed rice meal at noon, and I might be late for work and school in the afternoon. .

Something else happened in this kitchen that I will never forget. The kitchen was in disrepair and there were wide gaps between the wooden boards of the walls. One winter night, a wild cat seemed to have used bone shrinkage to get through the wide gap, and then managed to get into my bedroom next to the kitchen and jumped on my bed. Because of the cold, it pushed hard into the quilt. I vaguely felt something and wanted to push the "obstacle" away. Unexpectedly, what I touched was a furry living thing. I was so frightened that I sat up with a "Wow-" and subconsciously threw the wild cat out. The cat quickly ran away with a "meow", and I stayed there for a long time without finding my soul. From then on, I was insulated from furry pets.

In 1985, I finally walked into the apartment kitchen. The windows did not leak water, the walls did not leak air, and gas replaced the black coal. Looking around the kitchen, it is spacious and bright, and the items are well arranged. However, this neat arrangement will be unexpectedly destroyed.

At that time, my father often traveled on business. Mom tries to avoid killing chickens and geese while Dad is on a business trip. One time, my father was on a business trip for a long time. My mother saw that the live chicken was getting thinner and thinner at home. She felt a little distressed and decided to kill it. I was called to the kitchen as an "accomplice", and my job was to hold the chicken firmly: hold the chicken legs with my right hand, twist the chicken's neck with my left hand, and my mother would hold the knife to rub the chicken's neck.

As a result, my mother’s hands were shaking, the chicken was in pain, and she was struggling fiercely. When I let go, the chicken banged all over the kitchen with its neck dripping with blood. I stood there, and my mother was so angry that she yelled and blamed me for being useless At the same time, he ordered me to catch the chicken. The man and the chicken struggled, but in the end the chicken was no enemy and was caught, slaughtered and scalded. . . After the scene subsided, I looked at the kitchen after the chicken jump and saw two words - "embarrassing".