Writing an essay based on cooking

1. Composition, this is happiness

There are many firsts in life, the first time riding in a car, the first time watching a movie, the first time playing a game, the first time doing crafts , the first time I was injured... I have also had many firsts, but among the many firsts, there is one that I cannot forget for a long time and always lingers in my heart... that is the first time to cook.

It was a summer morning, and the bright sunshine playfully shined through the glass into my room. I stretched reluctantly and rubbed my blurry eyes. Why didn't anyone wake me up? I muttered to myself in confusion. I originally wanted to stay in bed, but I couldn't stand the growling of my stomach. So I got up.

I looked in every room to make sure no one was home. Where have the family gone? I thought for a moment: Mom and Dad must have gone to work, and grandparents may have gone shopping for groceries. There is no other way, let me find something to put on the bottom first! So I started looking for it at home. There were no leftovers in the kitchen, and there were only a few biscuits lying alone in boxes on the coffee table.

It seems that the only option is to cook by yourself. I recall my grandma cooking. I washed the rice carefully first, then added an appropriate amount of water to the rice cooker and closed the lid. What to cook? I can only make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I took three eggs, beat them in a clean bowl, added a little salt, and stirred them up with chopsticks. After the eggs were done, I washed the tomatoes and put them on the chopping board, took out the knife and prepared to cut them. But the kitchen knife seemed to have a grudge against me. I couldn't hold it steady, and I was even more afraid of cutting my hands. After a lot of effort, I finally chopped the tomatoes into small pieces, regardless of whether they were big or small. Finally, it’s the critical step, I’m going to scramble the eggs. I first put oil in the pot, and when the oil temperature was high, I gently poured the eggs along the edge of the pot, then picked up the pot and let the oil run gently along the eggs. In this way, the eggs will not burn in the pan, they will be heated evenly, and the color will be nice. When the eggs are almost ready, I put down the tomatoes and stir fry a few more times. In this way, the fragrant and beautiful tomato scrambled eggs are completed.

Finally ready to eat, I opened the lid of the rice cooker. Ah, the fragrance of rice came to my nose. I quickly filled a bowl with tomatoes and scrambled eggs, and ate it with relish. Ah, it smells so good!

2. Composition with the theme of cooking

Every time I see my mother putting delicious food on the table, my mouth watered. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I volunteered and said to my mother: "Mom, I will cook today's meal!" My mother looked at me with doubtful eyes and said to me, "Can you do it?" "If I don't know how, you can teach me." Me." Mom finally agreed to me.

My mother told me: "You cook it by yourself first. When you don't know how, think about how your mother usually cooks." Then my mother went out. First, I thought about what to eat today. Yes, I will eat tomatoes and scrambled eggs today. I took a few tomatoes from the cabinet, washed them, and cut them up. I could still cut it patiently at first, but later, I saw that the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cut them, the tomatoes were all the same thickness. So I started cutting again. This time, the tomatoes I cut were much better than last time. Then, I turned on the stove, lit the fire, took a few eggs, poured some oil into the pot, I knocked the eggs to the edge of the bowl, and the bright yellow center of the egg flowed out from the shell, I quickly took a bowl Then, the egg yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured the tomatoes into the pot. I took a spoon and stirred it in the pot, then closed the lid. After a while, the heat came out of the pot. I quickly took the lid off the pot, and the attractive aroma also came out. I quickly took a spoon and stirred it. Turn off the heat. Pour the scrambled eggs with tomatoes onto the plate, and I put them in a nice shape. After bringing the plate to the dinner table, I went to call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking, what if I don’t do it well. I don’t think about this anymore. I feel that the food I cooked this time is still very good.

Mom came back. I asked her to check whether it was qualified or not. Mom tasted it and said it tasted okay, and she would let you cook next time. When I heard my mother's words of praise for me, my heart felt as sweet as honey. I must work hard next time to make the rice more delicious and delicious. Through this incident, I learned that I should carefully observe everything around me. If I didn't observe how my mother cooked, then I wouldn't make such a meal today. So, don’t underestimate every little thing in life, it may be an opportunity for you to exercise

I have experienced many firsts, such as: learning to make a bicycle for the first time , my first time mopping the floor...but they weren't as fun as my first time cooking.

I often stay at home alone during the summer vacation. I remember one time, my parents didn't come home very late. I was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and there was always the sound of my stomach growling in my ears. "Hey, there's really nothing I can do about it, my poor belly!" I said to myself. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind: My mother comes home from work every day and is exhausted from having to do so much housework. I should help my mother share some housework. Why not take this opportunity to cook a meal and show off my talents? It's a real skill, and it can also give this hungry belly a little "strength". It's really the best of both worlds. As soon as I said it, I came to the kitchen and started to show off my skills. The first dish was tomato and egg soup.

I first took out three eggs and two tomatoes from the refrigerator, then put the tomatoes in the sink to clean them, then cut them into pieces, put them in the pot, then used a bowl to get two bowls of water and poured them into the pot; I was about to crack the egg, "Hey, boy, you are so miserable!" I said proudly, the egg seemed to understand my words, I even broke it five times without breaking it, I was really exhausted, and finally I got angry and stabbed him into pieces with scissors. . I happily poured the egg whites and yolks into the bowl and stirred them quickly with chopsticks, then put them into the pot. Finally, put the lid on the pot, turn on the fire, and start cooking. After five minutes, I turned off the heat, opened the lid of the pot, and a burst of aroma poured into my nose and straight into my stomach. "It smells so good!" I said. Just as I was about to cook the second dish, a crisp and sweet doorbell called "Ding Dong, Ding Dong" came to my ears, and I hurriedly ran to open the door. My parents are back. They came back from buying fast food. Fortunately, they didn't buy soup, otherwise my tomato and egg soup would be eliminated.

The feeling of cooking for the first time was pretty good. Although there was some "accident" on the way, my first dish was quite successful!

Cooking for the first time

There are many firsts in life, both joyful and sad. Each first time is worth cherishing. I also have many firsts. Just take cooking as an example. I made my kitchen a mess!

"Oh! Who will be cooking today..." No one answered me. I searched all over the house but couldn't find anyone there. What is this? A piece of paper said casually, "We're going home soon at noon. You can make your own food." I was silent for a while. Then, the sentence "I can't cook" appeared in my head!

"Gulu, Gulu..."! My stomach is starting to complain. I have no choice but to do it myself! I entered the kitchen that made me uneasy. First, I opened the refrigerator and asked, "What are you doing?" Eggs, cabbage, potatoes. Then let’s make egg and cabbage fried rice today!

Yeah! Beat the eggs first, stir and stir, it should be ready. Cabbage, wash it first. Then slowly cut it one knife at a time. "how so"? They came in different sizes, some were thick, some were broken, cabbage fell all over the floor, and eggs were everywhere. Don't worry, filling your stomach is the most important thing.

The oil comes first, then the less. Now you can add eggs and stir-fry; add cabbage and continue stir-frying; add rice and stir-fry again. Added half a spoonful of salt! Turn and turn, the pot is ready! applaud!

The color is okay; the smell is a bit strange; the taste - don’t dare to eat it! I plucked up the courage to taste it, but it was a bit salty, and the lettuce tasted like undercooked, too oily! Summary completed. I can only wait for my mother to come back and help me clean up the mess. Come on, help me make something edible!

This is my first time. What is your first time?

Please support me by accepting the answer. 3. An essay with cooking as the content

Today, my father is on a business trip, and my mother and I are watching TV at home.

Mom stood up and said: "It's five o'clock! Help mom cook!" I happily entered the kitchen. I picked up a red tomato, soaked it in water, washed it, dried it, cut it into pieces on a board, then took out an egg, broke the shell, poured the yolk and egg white into a bowl, stirred it, and started frying My best dish - "Tomato Egg Roll".

"Start work"! I first poured peanut oil into the pot, then poured the cut tomatoes into the pot, and "fried..." a thick white smoke suddenly rose; then put a little soy sauce into the pot, shoveled it hard with a shovel, and fried it. The tomatoes turned over, the tomatoes turned over and over, and they started to get a little ripe, so I used a shovel to shovel them left and right; then, I poured the egg yolks into the pot; because they were blocked by the tomatoes, I couldn’t see the eggs clearly; when I put the eggs and tomatoes together When I turned it over, I saw that there were still bubbles underneath; finally, I wrapped the tomatoes with eggs to make a "tomato egg roll", but my egg roll was not finished yet; finally, I sprinkled some pepper on the eggs. Roll it up to give the egg roll a more foreign flavor. I brought the "tomato egg roll" to the table and started to taste the "tomato egg roll".

I took a big bite, and a spicy taste entered my mouth. It was so spicy that my face turned red, followed by the sour taste of tomatoes. I thought: It would be more delicious if I put some cucumber. My mother suddenly said that we should compete to see whose dish is delicious. I thought: I will definitely win this time with the "tomato egg roll", and it will be even more delicious then! Ha ha! (edit:). 4. Write a 1,000-word essay on the topic of cooking

Cooking for the first time

Everyone has some experiences of their own, and I am certainly no exception. The thing that touched me the most was that I learned to cook for myself. It was one afternoon, in order to complete the teacher's task of "being a little chef", I decided to give it a try. The cooking battle begins. I opened the refrigerator, um, there are ribs, eggs, potatoes... OK! I take out the dishes first and then wash them. After washing the vegetable leaves and stems, put them in the pot and fry them. When I was about to pour oil on the vegetables, the oil stars immediately splashed up and burned the back of my hand. I said "ouch", then squatted down and rubbed my hands. "I quit!" After I said that, I jumped on the sofa in frustration. When my mother saw it, she asked, "What's wrong? Are you burning your hands? It's okay." Then she taught me how to cook.

"Okay, I'll try again." I felt energetic again.

I followed my mother's instructions and quickly cooked the dishes. Next is cutting the potatoes. After I picked the potatoes, I washed them and then peeled them. The cut was too light and only a little bit was removed. Another cut was too heavy and a large piece was cut off. I was clumsy, but I kept at it. Slowly, it became more beautiful. After peeling, I cut the potatoes into small pieces, then added some ingredients and fried them with the potatoes.

Next up is the fish. It was too difficult to cook the fish, so I had to ask an expert mother for guidance. My mother helped me cut off the fish belly. I feel disgusted when I look at it. I am most afraid of the smell of fish and don’t know where to start. After researching for a while, I came up with the plan. I placed the fish on the chopping board. Since I didn't dare to touch the fish, I held the knife with both hands and cut the fish downwards. As a result, the fish meat was cut into different sizes. When frying, I didn't know what ingredients to add. I picked up the soy sauce and poured too much soy sauce as soon as I poured it into the pan. what to do? Oh, water! After thinking 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 bland. I didn't care and added ingredients randomly.

By the way, there is still rice to cook. When my mother saw that it was almost time to eat, she helped me with the cooking and then asked me to watch. I just put the potatoes, vegetables and fish on the plate and didn't care about the rice. After a while, a burning smell hit my nose. An instinctive reaction made me look towards the rice pot. "Rice, the rice is burnt!" I shouted and quickly turned off the fire.

Finally dinner is served. My result is: golden rice on the bottom, bitter fish in it, and bland potatoes and vegetables. My mother and I tried the taste together. My mother said: "It was the first time I made it, so it was pretty good. However, the rice was too bad, it was all burnt." I said: "Didn't the advertisement say, 'Rice should be golden, rice should be golden'?" "Potatoes and vegetables are too bland." "Bland food is good for the body." "That fish is too bitter." "Bitter medicine is a good medicine." When my mother heard my explanation, she couldn't help laughing.

I have benefited a lot from this cooking experience. Even if I eat delicacies from mountains and seas, they are not as good as my own ordinary food. Moreover, I must persevere in whatever I do. 5. Write a 1,000-word essay on the topic of cooking

The first time I cooked, I experienced many firsts, such as the first time riding a bicycle, the first time going to school by myself, and the first time on duty. Wait, but the thing that impressed me the most was cooking for the first time.

One morning during the summer vacation, my father went to play tennis and was not at home, and my mother did not come back from working the night shift. I read for about 15 minutes in the morning and felt my stomach growling.

I thought to myself, I don’t know when my father and mother will come back. I am already a fourth grade student. When will I learn to cook all kinds of meals and dishes by myself? If you don’t have the first time, you will never learn, so why not try it once today! I decided to learn to cook a simpler meal first - instant noodles. First, I filled a small pot with half a pot of water 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 turned it to the left with my hand; then turned on the fire, pressed it down with my hand, and then turned it to the left with a little force. It didn't turn on the first time, so I quickly returned the switch to its original position because I remembered my father telling me that although the fire was not on, the gas was still coming out, which was very dangerous and easy to cause gas poisoning.

After trying it twice, it finally caught fire the third time. Again, I cut open a tomato with a knife and chopped a few cilantro.

At this time, the water boiled. I took out an egg, knocked it gently on the side of the fire, slowly broke it open with my hands, and quickly put it into the pot. After about two minutes, the egg was probably When it is almost cooked, put the tomatoes and instant noodles into the pot, and pour three bags of seasoning into the pot respectively. After about another minute, put the pot down with a small cloth towel and put the coriander into the pot.

A fragrant instant noodles is made. Eating the instant noodles I made with relish, I couldn't be more happy.

In the future, I will also learn to cook all kinds of delicious dishes. The first time I cooked on Sunday, my parents were both at home. I felt that my parents usually worked too hard. Now they finally have time to rest, but they have to cook, wash and clean the room for me, which is very tiring.

So, today I decided to cook a meal for my parents to give them a good rest. My mother found out and was very touched. She said to me: "You are too young to do it. You may get hurt easily if you are not careful."

"No, you usually work too hard, so let me work for you today." Let’s go!” After a long morning, it’s finally noon. I hurried to the kitchen and imitated my mother seriously. I first found two small pumpkins from the refrigerator, a handful of garlic, the frozen meat that I had already bought, and, by the way, my favorite tomatoes.

Putting on my apron, I rolled up my sleeves, carefully picked up the kitchen knife, chopped the pumpkin into two pieces, and was about to cut one half into slices, when my mother saw me cutting the vegetables. , was startled, and said: "Tilt the knife outward a little, be careful not to cut your fingers." It makes sense, I thought about it carefully, and cut the pumpkin into slices without much effort, although it was a bit thick. .

Cutting into shreds was a bit difficult. I arranged the pumpkin slices neatly and gently cut them down. The pumpkin slices were still a little slippery, so I held them down with my left hand and clumsily cut them. Made of so-called silk of different thicknesses.

After finally finishing the preparations, I started cooking.

My mother has been watching from the side, giving instructions from time to time on how to pour oil, add seasonings, when to put the vegetables in, and how to start the pot. I listened and followed it. The pot was "cracking", and my heart was "dinging, dong dong". I stir-fried it randomly, and then added salt, MSG and other seasonings in a haphazard way. In this way, I cooked one dish after another, and I was most proud of it. It's my tomato omelette soup, but it doesn't taste like it.

When the meal was ready, my father took a few bites and said, "It smells so good. You are so good at it." "Yes, yes, yes, my tongue and teeth are so fresh."

Mom He added humorously. After listening to everyone's compliments, I felt that my shoulders were so sore. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and smiled happily. This was my first time cooking! I also understand that even seemingly simple things are not easy to do.

First time cooking There are many things I did for the first time, but the most interesting thing was my first time cooking. One time, my parents were not at home. It was almost noon and they hadn’t come back yet.

I just want to give my parents a surprise. I usually eat ready-made food, but today I want to cook it for my parents. No need to make porridge, there are steamed buns in the refrigerator, just heat them in the microwave.

What kind of food can be stir-fried? To be honest, I can't stir-fry other vegetables, but scrambled eggs. Then scramble the eggs! Just do it.

I first break the eggs into a bowl, add some salt, and then mix them with chopsticks. After the eggs in the bowl are evenly distributed, I put the oil pan on the gas, light the fire, and add oil. After it's hot, pour the eggs in the bowl into the pot and stir them a few times with a cooking spatula. After 2 minutes, a fragrant, yellow plate of scrambled eggs is ready. As soon as I put the plate on the table, the door opened and my parents came back.

"What's so delicious?" they said in unison. "Of course it's my favorite scrambled eggs.

I cooked it myself this time. How about you try my skills?"

My mother smiled and said to me: "My child, you are awesome! When I was this big, the scrambled eggs were all burnt." Then she picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, "It's delicious, it's delicious. "

Dad also came over and took a bite, "It's delicious, it's really delicious." Looking at them wolfing it down, I felt so happy.

Since then, I have taken the initiative to go to the kitchen whenever I have time. Firstly, I can practice my cooking skills, and secondly, I can give my parents more surprises. My cooking skills are really good now. 6. Write an essay with the title "My First Time Cooking"

I have many unforgettable memories, but the most unforgettable is the first time I cooked.

That day, my father and mother went out for something, and I was playing at home alone. It was almost evening, and I received a call from my father, saying that he and his mother had something to do outside, and that he would come back later to cook for me, and asked me if I could "do it" myself. Hey! Just what I want, I can show off my skills! I answered him: I can do it!

I immediately rushed into the kitchen and saw eggs, vegetables and some mushrooms in the refrigerator, and some leftover rice on the table. I had an idea and came up with egg fried rice! I picked up the leftover rice, poured it into the heating pot, and cracked two eggs into it. I recall that my mother always put a little "Arowana" peanut oil in whatever she cooked. I didn't know how much oil to put in, so I poured a big spoonful in. Unexpectedly, the oil in the pot made a "crackling" sound, which scared me and I quickly picked up the lid and covered it. I thought to myself: "Wow, did you put too much oil and the iron pot caught fire?" After a while, when the "crackling" sound stopped, I picked up the rice with my left hand, picked up the pot lid with my right hand, and quickly put the rice Pour in. After waiting for a while, the rice was hot, and I cracked two more eggs. After a while, the rice turned from white to yellow, and it also exuded an attractive fragrance. I checked the refrigerator again and found sesame oil and rice essence. With the addition of these two seasonings, the aroma of the rice becomes even stronger. I thought: "My parents will definitely praise me when they come back! Maybe they will also allow me to play on the computer!"

My parents came back and smiled happily when they saw the food I cooked. He did not forget to praise me: "Haha! My son can cook, and it tastes good! Keep working hard!" I felt sweet in my heart.

Late at night, I was lying in bed thinking about today's cooking, and I was very happy. Not because I received praise, but because I learned to help my parents share the pressure. I secretly made a mental effort: From now on, I will take the initiative to share my burdens with my parents and become a man. 7. Write an essay about cooking for the first time

In our lives, there have been many firsts: the first time walking at night, the first time going camping, the first time Taking a train, traveling abroad for the first time, raising small animals for the first time... Each "first time" is like a footprint, imprinted on the path of our growth, from which we gain inspiration.

The first time I learned to cook was when I was in fourth grade. My father and mother were not at home that day. I stayed at home alone. My mother asked me to cook instant noodles, but I didn’t know how to cook them at all. Don't want to eat. I suddenly remembered that there were vegetables and noodles in the kitchen, so I prepared to cook for myself.

What I want to make is tomato and egg noodles. The ingredients required are: two tomatoes, two raw eggs, five or six green onions, and cooking oil.

After preparing the ingredients, I started cooking just like my mother usually does.

First, take out the tomatoes, wash them with water, and use a spoon to scrape the skin until it is soft, so that the skin can be peeled off easily. After peeling, I cut the tomatoes into pieces with a knife and put them on a plate. The next step is to beat the eggs. Break the eggs first, then pour the egg whites and yolks into the bowl. Finally, chop the onions. After the onions are chopped, pour them into the bowl.

Then pour some oil into the pot. When the oil boils, pour the eggs into the pot. After the eggs turn golden brown, use a cooking spatula to cut the eggs into small pieces and pour them into the pot. Put into bowl. After frying the eggs, it’s time to fry the tomatoes and green onions. First pour the onions into the pot, stir-fry a few times and then add the chopped tomatoes. When the flavor is completely absorbed, pour the eggs into the pot. Stir a few times and then pour some water into the pot. After the water boils, the soup will be ready. .

The last thing to do is to cook the noodles, pour some water into the pot, then wait for the water to boil, put the noodles into the pot, wait until the water boils again, and then take out the noodles. But it was a bit soft and turned into porridge, hehe...

This is my first time to cook. Although the rice turned into porridge, I am still very happy. After all, this is the rice I have cooked. , I made it myself and it tastes delicious.

Through this incident, I understand a truth. As long as we do it ourselves, no matter how bad it is, we feel good about it. I also know how difficult it is for parents. They have to be busy cooking after get off work every day, and they have to make it to suit our taste. Therefore, we must cherish everything our parents have done for us. 8. Please write an essay with the title "Mom taught me how to cook"

Tonight, I asked my mother to teach me how to cook. My mother agreed and taught me how to make liver-fried peppers.

My mother first washed the liver with water and then cut it into thin slices. She made it for me to grow up and have bright eyes. Then she cut the carrot into thin slices. The carrot is the ingredient, and then she added the pepper. Cut into shreds, and after the water boils, put the liver in, blanch it, take it out, put oil in the wok, put the carrots first after the oil boils, I asked my mother curiously: "Why put the carrots first, not "Put the liver first?" Mom said, "Because the carrots can retain their nutrients better after being soaked in oil." Then add the peppers and onions, and finally the liver. Start cooking. My mother used a shovel to stir-fry. She held the handle of the pot in her left hand and the shovel in her right hand. She stir-fried the vegetables in the pot like somersaults. Then I started to put the ingredients. At this time, I saw that the vegetables in the pot were colorful, including flesh-colored and orange. , green, white. After frying for a while, the vegetables become like boiling water again.

I took a bite of the food my mother made. Oh, it smells so good!

Every time I see my mother putting delicious food on the table, my mouth starts to water. I also want to experience the feeling of cooking. So, I volunteered and said to my mother: "Mom, I will cook today's meal!" My mother looked at me with doubtful eyes and said to me, "Can you do it?" "If I don't know how, you can teach me." Me." Mom finally agreed to me.

My mother told me: "You cook it by yourself first. When you don't know how, think about how your mother usually cooks." Then my mother went out. First, I thought about what to eat today. Yes, I will eat tomatoes and scrambled eggs today. I took a few tomatoes from the cabinet, washed them, and cut them up. I could still cut it patiently at first, but later, I saw that the tomatoes I cut were thick or thin. When my mother cut them, the tomatoes were all the same thickness. So I started cutting again. This time, the tomatoes I cut were much better than last time. Then, I turned on the stove, lit the fire, took a few eggs, poured some oil into the pot, I knocked the eggs to the edge of the bowl, and the bright yellow center of the egg flowed out from the shell, I quickly took a bowl Then, the egg yolk flowed into the bowl. I took a pair of chopsticks and poured the tomatoes into the pot. I took a spoon and stirred it in the pot, then closed the lid. After a while, the heat came out of the pot. I quickly took the lid off the pot, and the attractive aroma also came out. I quickly took a spoon and stirred it. Turn off the heat. Pour the scrambled eggs with tomatoes onto the plate, and I put them in a nice shape. After bringing the plate to the dinner table, I went to call my mother. As I ran, I thought, this is my first time cooking, what if I don’t do it well. I don’t think about this anymore. I feel that the food I cooked this time is still very good.

Mom came back. I asked her to check whether it was qualified or not. Mom tasted it and said it tasted okay, and she would let you cook next time. When I heard my mother's words of praise for me, my heart felt as sweet as honey. I must work hard next time to make the rice more delicious and delicious. Through this incident, I learned that I should carefully observe everything around me. If I didn't observe how my mother cooked, then I wouldn't make such a meal today. So, don’t underestimate every little thing in life, it may be an opportunity for you to exercise. 9. Write a 3o0-word essay on “The Joy of Cooking”

The Joy of Cooking

"Wow, wow, wow." A clear voice came from the kitchen. The sound was like the chirping of birds and the gurgling of water. Scenes of learning to cook with this wonderful music appeared in my mind again.

When I first learned how to cook, I was attracted by its aroma. I dreamed of making such a delicious dish one day.

At first, my mother asked me to wash vegetables. She asked me to wash the mud under the celery, and then wash the recessed stems. The mud inside the stems was like a stubborn old man. I spent a lot of effort to clean them up. . I made a half fist, and my mother told me that this way I wouldn’t cut my fingers. I couldn’t “injure my hands because I was born in a new age.” After I was done, I looked at the green celery on the cutting board, and thought of how they were submissive under my shovel, and I wanted to put them away right away. The best partner of celery is meat. If you want to be delicious, you cannot do without meat. Now take some shredded pork, put it in a clean bowl, add a little salt and a little soy sauce, stir well and fry it later.

When it’s time to cook, I clean the pot first, put it on the fire to dry, and pour an appropriate amount of oil into the bottom of the pot. I feel nervous when I hear the sound of “chi, chi, chi” from the hot oil. I'm excited, after all, this is my first try. After the oil was hot, I put the mixed meat into the pot. Suddenly there was a loud sound, like the sound of water spurting out from a burst water pipe. A large amount of oil smoke came out of the pot. I ran into the smoker obediently. Use the spatula to flip the shredded pork back and forth, and the shredded pork will dance obediently in the pot. As soon as the shredded meat changed color, I put the celery in. After flipping it back and forth a few times, the celery and the meat also started a ballroom dance. For a moment it was like a flying dragon, for a moment it was like carefree waves, and again it was like a palm swaying in the breeze. Watching them jumping happily, I felt unprecedented joy. I felt like a master. They all followed my instructions carefully. This feeling of being in command is so wonderful! I sprinkled in half a spoonful of salt, half a spoonful of chicken essence, and some thirteen spices. After flipping it back and forth a few times, I took half a bowl of water and divided it into three parts. After adding some water, I stir-fried it a few times. When the water was very low, I added it again. After doing this three times, the fragrant celery fried meat is ready. 10. Write an essay on the title "My First Time Cooking"

I have many unforgettable memories, but the most unforgettable is the first time I cooked.

That day, my father and mother went out for something, and I was playing at home alone. It was almost evening, and I received a call from my father, saying that he and his mother had something to do outside, and that he would come back later to cook for me, and asked me if I could "do it" myself.

Hey! Just what I want, I can show off my skills! I answered him: I can do it! I immediately rushed into the kitchen and saw eggs, vegetables and some mushrooms in the refrigerator, and some leftover rice on the table. I had an idea and came up with egg fried rice! I picked up the leftover rice, poured it into the heating pot, and cracked two eggs into it.

I recall that my mother always put a little "Arowana" peanut oil in whatever she cooked. I didn't know how much oil to put in, so I poured a big spoonful in.

Unexpectedly, the oil in the pot made a "crackling" sound, which scared me and I quickly picked up the lid and covered it. I thought to myself: "Wow, did you put too much oil and the iron pot caught fire?" After a while, when the "crackling" sound stopped, I picked up the rice with my left hand, picked up the pot lid with my right hand, and quickly put the rice Pour in.

After waiting for a while, the rice was hot, and I beat two more eggs. After a while, the rice turned from white to yellow, and it also exuded an attractive fragrance.

I checked the refrigerator again and found sesame oil and rice essence. With the addition of these two seasonings, the aroma of the rice becomes even stronger.

I thought: "My parents will definitely praise me when they come back! Maybe they will also allow me to play on the computer!" When my parents came back, they smiled happily when they saw the food I cooked. He also praised me: "Haha! My son can cook, and it tastes good! Keep working hard!" I felt sweet in my heart. Late at night, I was lying in bed thinking about today's cooking, and I was very happy.

It’s not because I received praise, but because I learned to help my parents share the pressure. I secretly made a mental effort: From now on, I will take the initiative to share my burdens with my parents and become a man.