Fried egg second grade composition

Writing is to describe what you see and feel in your life, express your imagination and thinking about life, and let readers feel and think about life. The following is my carefully arranged second-grade composition of fried eggs for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Wandering around the kitchen on Sunday, ready to fry poached eggs.

I unhurriedly put three eggs in front of the tap and washed them. Pour the oil into the pot and knock an egg on the edge of the table. There is a crack in the egg. My hand was broken, and both egg yolk and egg white fell into the bowl. Look at the pot again. Thick black smoke came out. I quickly poured the eggs into the pot. I was in a hurry and the bowl was knocked over. I jingled the kitchen, accidentally stepped on the trash can and landed on all fours. "ah! Mom, come on, it's on fire. " I shouted at once. My mother heard the news and covered the lid. After a while, Mars disappeared. Open the lid and look at the eggs. Ah! All turned into black eggs, alas!

Fortunately, my mother reacted quickly just now, otherwise she would have fallen into the pit. I want to do it again. I'm just not ready. This time, eggs and salt are ready. It's really "everything is ready, except the east wind." I poured the eggs into the pot, turned down the fire and turned the eggs over. After a while, the egg turned into a golden egg. I put the egg in the bowl and I took a bite first. Why is the yellow water flowing? Oh, it turns out that the yolk is undercooked. My mother said, "this is called external cooking and endogenous."

I began to hate it and poured another egg into the pot. After a while, I turned it over. After a while, ah, finally, a delicious big egg came out of the pot. Put the eggs on a plate and serve them to my mother. My mother said, "Good job this time." My mother praised me. My heart is sweeter than eating honey, so proud.

I finally understand that some things are easier said than done.

Everyone has a first time to fry eggs. My first time is to fry eggs. At that time, I was only in the first grade, and I made an omelet for the first time.

It was a sunny morning, my parents were out, and I was the only one at home. After I got up with enough food and sleep, my stomach screamed "Gollum, Gollum" and I walked into the restaurant. There is nothing on the table. When I opened the refrigerator, I found only eggs and a pot of soup. What can I eat here? Suddenly I remembered my mother's fried eggs. I want to try to make my own fried eggs.

I first turned the fire to medium fire, then picked up an egg and knocked it on the edge of the pot. I patted my hand and a yellow baby was born. It dances and sings cheerful songs in the pot, and it greets us "zi zi" in the pot. I turned my face over with a shovel and continued frying. It changed from gold to orange, and then to dark yellow. This series of changes puzzled me. I carefully cut a small gap with a shovel, and a little butter flowed out of the egg yolk. I thought about it. My mother used to fry eggs until almost no butter came out before putting salt. After a while, the butter stopped flowing and the delicious fried eggs were ready. I'm sweating nervously, but I'm happy.

I brought the fried eggs out on a platter, and the smell was so good that my mouth was watering. I quickly took a big bite, and the more I ate, the more delicious I became, and my heart was full of joy.

This feeling is not eaten, but made by yourself! In life, we should learn to live independently, not just rely on our parents.

One Sunday, I ate a special fried egg. Although I didn't like it before, this special fried egg makes my heart as sweet as honey with every bite. This special fried egg has to start from that Monday.

There happens to be a labor class this Monday. Half of our class has cooking class and half has papermaking class. I was lucky to be assigned to the cooking class. We learn to fry eggs in this class. First, the team leader learns to blow up. I am not a group leader, so I can only sit in my seat and watch the busy figures of the four group leaders. Looking forward to it, it's finally my turn to blow up. I picked a big round egg from the basket on the table and held it carefully in my hand for fear of accidentally breaking it. Before I came to the pot, the hot oil flowers hit me straight, and I shrank back in fear. The team leader saw it and said, "Don't be afraid, just beat the eggs in, and the oil won't fly out for a while." I tapped the egg a few times, but it wouldn't open. Later, with a little effort, the egg white and yolk flowed out with a "wow". Fortunately, I knocked on the edge of the pot, and both egg white and yolk flowed into the pot. I quickly shoveled it into the pot with a shovel. At this time, the team leader spoke again: "Don't mess around, you can't fry eggs like this. Like this, fried eggs will be' chopped'! " Then he showed it to me. Although the fried egg was not fried well this time, I ate it with relish.

From this, I know that no matter what you do, you should not be careless because of greed, and you should be serious about everything.

Fried eggs Grade 2 Composition 4 Mother's fried eggs are not only beautiful in color, but also delicious.

I also like to watch my mother fry eggs when I am free. It's so relaxing. One Sunday, I suddenly felt that I could fry an egg for my parents. I will do it with my mother's consent. Mom wants to teach me how to fry eggs, but I'm smart. Let her stay aside and let me shine.

I took two eggs, broke them first and poured them into a bowl, then stirred them evenly and put a handful of salt in them. Then pour the oil into the pot, spread the eggs on the pot, and turn the eggs with a shovel. But if you move, the eggs will fall apart. I was so nervous that I kept turning over eggs. As a result, the egg became a pot of "scattered eggs". I took a little and tasted it in my mouth. What's the smell of "wow"? Bitter and astringent!

My mother saw my embarrassment and smiled and said, "son, I'll teach you!" " !

If you want to do a good job, you must use your brain. It seems simple, but it is not easy to do it well!

Ask humbly if you don't understand. "I listened to my mother's words and my face turned red.

Later, under the guidance of my mother, I finally learned to fry eggs: first turn on the fire, put oil in the pot, and when the oil temperature is a little hot, break the eggs and put them in. At this time, the egg will gradually become bigger, but don't turn it over, turn off the heat, put a pinch of salt on the egg, and then turn it over until the protein condenses and the yolk gradually hardens. In this way, the eggs will not be scattered or burnt, and the color will be good. After a while, the egg completely changed color, indicating that both sides are cooked, and Huang Chengcheng fried eggs can be eaten.

It turns out that fried eggs are also exquisite. It is really a seemingly simple thing. It is not easy to do it well!

Today is the weekend. My mother is busy washing clothes and didn't cook early in the morning. As soon as I got up, my stomach began to growl. I touched my stomach and looked at my mother. My mother seemed to read my mind and said to me, "You are hungry, fry an egg yourself."

Haha, this is exactly what I want! Because I wanted to shine in front of my mother from the beginning, I was still very proud. I turned on the gas while thinking, and then I took an egg and was about to smash it. Suddenly I remembered that there was no oil in it, so I stopped, put two spoonfuls of oil in the pot and smashed the egg again. As soon as I tried hard, I broke the egg with a bang. Who knows, I accidentally knocked the eggshell into the pot. I quickly picked up chopsticks and picked out eggshells one by one. When my eggshell was finished, it was burnt. Alas! My first egg was thus "sacrificed". After reading it, mom smiled and said, "Why don't you turn down the gas and fry it?" Think about it, too. In this way, I made all the preparations for the second fried egg. The second fried egg war started! I took my time to turn down the fire, and then knocked the eggs into the pot carefully. After one side of the egg turned brown, I turned it over and continued frying.

After a while, my egg came out of the pot. Although their shapes are not very good, they smell delicious! I ate my own fried eggs, and my heart was sweeter than honey. Why do I think it's better than any fried egg I've ever eaten before?

As the saying goes, "everything is difficult at the beginning", I believe that "nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid that there is a will!" With my efforts, I will do everything better!

Fried eggs Grade 2 Composition 6 Mom and Dad went to Xi 'an and didn't come back until this afternoon. At noon, my stomach was empty and I didn't want to go out, so I had to "deal with" my stomach with eggs in the refrigerator.

Then I remembered my mother's scrambled eggs, and my mouth watered. I first put the pot on the gas stove, took out three eggs from the refrigerator, put them in a bowl and mixed them with a little salt. Then I poured some oil into the pot, turned on the gas and saw the pot smoking. I knew the oil was hot, because I was afraid that the oil would spill on me, and I threw the eggs into the pot like a missile. Ah! A scream echoed in the kitchen. It turns out that oil spilled on my face. Suddenly, my face was burned and it hurt. I immediately ran to the bathroom and washed it with cold water. I felt much better! Suddenly, I saw black smoke coming from the kitchen. I went to have a look at it immediately. Wow! There was a fire in the pot, and I shouted, "Fire!" Scared to death, I suddenly thought that the fire would go out after being isolated from the air, so I immediately covered the lid and turned off the fire.

After a while, the fire finally went out. I sighed and looked at the egg. I don't know what that is. I added a piece to my mouth. It is dry and bitter. I was angry, poured the eggs, washed the pot, stopped eating, and then went to bed. I don't know how long it took. Wake me up when mom comes back. My mother asked me, "What's in the trash can?" I replied shyly, "I scrambled eggs." "Oh," my mother said, "are you hungry? Let's eat! " I look at my mother's scrambled eggs and have a feeling of admiring my mother. ...

After my mother's training, I have fried the eggs very delicious, but I will never forget this time.

When I got up in the seventh grade, Zhang Yang said, "I'll fry some poached eggs." I took four eggs.

Then he asked me for help.

It's fried. We have finished eating eggs. I said, "I still want to eat." So he blew up four more. No sooner had we finished eating than Zhang Man came down. I volunteered to fry eggs for Zhang Man.

I poured a lot when frying, and then I poured the eggs in, and the eggs bubbled.

When Zhang Man was allowed to eat, Zhang Yang said, "Can you fry it? Not only fried the eggs, but also fried a lot of smoke in the house. " I said, "I'm out of focus."

Fried eggs are really fun!

Today, I finished one thing I promised my grandma-frying eggs.

Grandpa brought me three eggs first, and then put some oil in the pot. I said, "Grandpa, you put a little too much oil." Grandpa said, "No, no, no, not much." Well, since grandpa doesn't say much, let's fry it like this.

So I started frying eggs. First, turn on the fire, then put the eggs in the pot, and "Little Chef Hippo" rings. If one side blows up, I'll switch to the other side. Soon, the eggs will be fried. "Grandma, will you eat?" I asked, and grandma heard loudly say "eat!" So, I fired another one happily and took it to grandma, who tasted it and called me a cook!

It's really nice to get grandma's praise.

One morning, I learned to fry eggs in a cram school. This is my first time frying eggs. I'm nervous and excited.

Speaking of fried eggs, when the teacher asked us to learn to fry eggs, we all said loudly, "OK!" " We are all very excited.

This fried egg makes me nervous. I put a little oil first, then beat an egg, and then scrambled eggs. I fried left and right, fried everywhere, and the eggs turned pale yellow. Finally, shovel out the eggs and put some soy sauce. My fried eggs are like a big sun and a lion face. I smiled, swallowed and ate my delicious eggs. I am very happy.

Today's fried eggs make me nervous and excited. This is the happiest day of my holiday.

The second grade composition of omelette 10 had a whim today, and I will show you how to omelet.

I take my mother as an example. First, I turned on the induction cooker, and then put the oil into the pot. I saw the oil star splash and splutter, as if dancing! Bang bang bang.

I picked up an egg and tapped it on the edge of the pot. I broke the eggshell in half by hand. I saw the egg liquid swishing into the pot like a child sliding on a slide. I only heard a burst of stabbing and fluttering, and the naughty egg liquid was blowing bubbles happily like a small fish. The egg white gradually turns milky white, and the yolk solidifies, which looks like a lovely little sun. The room smells of fried eggs.

After a while, I saw that the fried eggs were golden yellow. I picked up a shovel and turned them over gently. Soon the fried eggs were ready, and the color was so attractive that I wanted to stay. Brittleness really makes me memorable.

Wow! My own fried eggs are especially delicious!

The second grade composition of fried eggs 1 1 The weather is particularly sunny today. I suddenly smelled scrambled eggs when I was doing nothing at home. It suddenly occurred to me that I want to learn how to fry eggs.

I went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, found out the eggs, then turned on the tap, cleaned the pot, put the pot on the stove, turned on the gas stove, poured peanut oil into the pot, the oil was hot, opened a crack in the egg, and then opened the eggshell by hand, and the egg slipped into the pot at once. I quickly picked up the shovel and prepared to turn the eggs. At this moment, an oil spot flew out and splashed on my hand. I endured the pain and continued to turn the egg, and finally turned it over. So I was extremely happy, looking at the egg white yellow, so fragrant! Have a taste, delicious! This smell can't be described perfectly, which left a deep impression on me.

This time, I not only learned the skill of frying medicine eggs well, but also learned a truth: "We must persist in everything!" " "

The second grade composition of fried eggs 12 Today, the teacher gave us an assignment to cook a dish. My grandmother cooks at home and never lets me interfere. Let alone let me cook, I don't have any good dishes now. I'm considering what to do. I can't do anything. Just make fried eggs.

Get up at six in the morning, sneak into the kitchen and start cooking. Grandma got up when she heard the noise in the kitchen. When she saw me frying eggs, she insisted on teaching me: first pour the oil into the pot, wait until the oil boils, then beat the eggs, put them in, then turn them upside down and fry them, then shovel them out when they are cooked, and you're done. It sounds simple to me, but when I do it, I always fail. Finally, when I cooked the last two eggs, I finished.

This time I realized that cooking is not easy.

One day at noon, my mother was busy cooking at home, and I was playing with the kitten in the yard alone. The kitten meowed. "It seems to say, little master, go and help my mother cook!" " I ran to the kitchen and said to my mother, "Mom, I'll cook a dish for you to taste." Mom agreed.

I took an egg out of the refrigerator first, and then knocked it on the lid. Bang, the eggshell is broken. I broke the egg with my hand and put the contents of the egg into the pot. I only heard the crackling sound in the pot, because when water touches the oil, it will start to bloom. Then, I turn the egg over, or the egg on that side will be burnt.

The eggs are ready. I'll spoon them on the plate while it's hot. Suddenly I heard a "snapping" sound on the stairs. I hurried to have a look. It turned out that my father applauded me, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey.

Mother put the oil pan on the stove first, then put some oil on it, and turned the fire to the latest novel: "Put the oil first, then fry the eggs, and then turn down the fire." After that, he slammed two eggs on the pot and fried them slowly with a small fire. When they are seven years old, turn them over and sprinkle some water, then turn up the fire and cover the pot, and they will be all right soon. Finally, a little soy sauce is poured on it, and it becomes a delicious fried egg.

I'm confused. Why only sprinkle a little water? Why turn down the fire?

My mother seemed to know what I was thinking, and smiled and said, "Turn on the fire and cook quickly, and sprinkle some water, so as not to burn the eggs."

I suddenly realized that there are so many skills in frying eggs!

I usually like fried eggs very much, so today I asked my mother to teach me how to fry eggs. Mom agreed.

I took two eggs from the refrigerator first. The refrigerator was very high, so I managed to get two eggs. Bring another small bowl. I followed my mother's example, picked up the egg and patted it on the edge of the bowl. Both the egg white and yolk flowed into the bowl. Put some salt in it. I stir the egg whites and egg yolks with chopsticks. Mother helped me put the wok on the induction cooker and poured some oil. After a while, the oil smoked and my mother asked me to pour the eggs into the oil pan. "Ding" scared me straight back, and my mother said to me, "Don't be afraid." Looking again, I found that the egg had changed. My mother said, "Turn it over." I turned it over with a shovel, and when both sides were golden, the delicious fried eggs were ready.

I took a bite and exclaimed, "Ah, it's delicious."

One day, I was so hungry that I said to my father, "Dad, I want to eat fried eggs." At this time, I was a little ashamed. Why does dad always fry eggs for me? Why can't I fry it myself? So, I secretly decided: learn to fry eggs.

I ran to the kitchen and remembered my father's process of frying eggs. After my father left, I practiced secretly. I remember, I turned on the gas stove first, and when the water in it boiled dry, I put in a small amount of oil. When the oil temperature was a little higher, I knocked on an egg and it cracked a crack. Then I pulled the eggshell, and the egg whites and yolk fell in, and the egg whites gradually bulged. In this way, an egg is fried, and I shovel it into the bowl with a shovel.

At this point, I am both happy and afraid. I'm glad I learned to fry eggs, but I'm afraid I'll be scolded by my father. At this time, my father came over and praised me instead of scolding me.

Fried eggs 17 My favorite food is fried eggs. Today, my mother will cook fried eggs for me.

Beat the eggs into the pot first, and the clear egg white becomes white and tender immediately, and the orange yolk becomes orange semi-fluid mayonnaise. At this time, the egg white is no longer tender and white, but has turned brown. Add some delicate olive oil, and finally put a little hot soy sauce or white salt when you are out of the pot, and the fried egg is ready!

Take a bite, yes. Delicate protein mixed with brown egg white, as if simply mixed with tender and smooth. Egg yolk is more interesting. With a bite, the fresh and thick yolk flowed out of the egg white bag. Like fresh sauce, it reveals the warmth of life.

I like fried eggs, and I like my mother!

Omelet second grade composition 18 My mother taught me to omelet, and this little thing told me a big truth.

The first time I accidentally turned on the fire too much, I fried all the eggs and spilled oil all over my face. The oil is sticky like a snot, and I don't want to continue.

Mom said, "Look what I did." Mother picked up the egg and the shell broke with a bang. Mother said emphatically, "Turn the page gently." I did it my mother's way and finally succeeded. My mother smelled it and thought it was delicious. I took a bite and thought my fried eggs were better than my mother's.

This incident tells me that you can't give up halfway, and persistence is victory. If I had given up, I wouldn't have eaten such delicious fried eggs.

This morning, I stretched myself and ran to the kitchen. I told my mother myself yesterday that I wanted to fry eggs this morning. Check the master bedroom. Mom is still awake! So, I made preparations and began to show my talents.

First, I took two raw eggs, poured them into a bowl, stirred them evenly, and then fired. When the water dries, I add oil. After waiting for a while, I put two stirred eggs in the pot. The egg was immediately covered with a pot. I took a spatula and shovel along the pot to get the egg residue. Ten minutes later, the eggs are out of the pot.

At dinner, I couldn't wait to take a bite first. I didn't expect eggs to lose their flavor as soon as they were eaten. How can it be so sweet? I looked at the salt pot. It turns out that I put sugar in it as salt, and the salt jar is full of sugar. I see, I used sugar as salt when I bought salt yesterday! But I still think it's delicious, because this is my first time frying eggs.

One weekend last semester, my parents and I were at home. It's almost noon, and I'm hungry. I suddenly have an impulse to learn to cook. Because you can't rush it, you should start with something simple and delicious, so let's have an fried egg. Just do it. I started my first wonderful trip. First, I stir the eggs evenly, and then I pour the oil. When the oil is hot, I pour the stirred eggs into the pot and turn them over with a shovel until half an egg is fried into golden brown. Then I turn off the fire and take them out.

Although fried eggs look good, I don't know how they taste. I picked up a piece and tasted it. Really didn't let me down. Many things happen. I made it! I tasted the fried eggs for my parents, and they showed a satisfied smile on their faces.

It feels good to fry an egg for the first time.

Fried eggs At noon, I started frying eggs with great interest.

First, insert the frying pan, pour oil into the pan and wipe it evenly with a shovel. Then, I beat an egg into it. When you beat an egg, it's like putting on armor. No matter how you knock, it won't break. I stepped up my efforts and cracked the egg. I took the egg to the top of the pot and cracked it hard. I just pushed too hard and the egg hit me.

I picked up a shovel and pressed the egg liquid in the pot. When one side is fried, I'll turn the eggs over and fry the other side. It's about to explode. I sprinkled a little salt on the egg and turned it over a few times. After the egg was fried, I put it on a plate and fried the second egg in the same way.

I can't wait to try it. It's delicious! Just a little salty. Put less salt next time.

Fried eggs Grade 22 Today, I saw a classmate frying eggs for my mother in the composition book. I think it's good, so (so) I'm going to fry eggs for my mother today, too.

I've never fried eggs before. So I also looked up some related books, and after reading enough, I did it myself. I tapped the egg and broke it along the seam. The egg whites and yolks in the pot solidified slowly, making a "squeaky … squeaky …" sound. It's almost noisy, I'm sprinkling salt on the other side! I don't know how much to spill. No, I can't back down. I can't let my mother see my jokes. I spilled some when I remembered it.

As soon as my mother came back in the evening, she said, "Hello? What is this? So fragrant? " Mom boasted.

I didn't know what to say at that time, because my mother always liked to be sarcastic. Maybe she's comforting me. I thought about shoveling the eggs out. Mother said, "Have a taste." I ate well and smelled good. It turned out to be true, I think.

I'm so happy today, I learned to fry eggs!

Fried eggs 23 Everyone has his first time, and the interesting scene of frying eggs for the first time is still vivid.

On a whim that day, I wanted to make fried eggs, and my mother agreed. I first pour the oil into the pot, then turn on the gas stove, the range hood, knock on the eggs, open the eggshells, and throw them away after all the egg whites and yolks are used up. Wait about half a minute, then turn the eggs over, wait another half a minute, and the fried eggs will be ready.

I put the egg on the plate, with the oval Huang Er in the middle, and the Qing son is like a white cloud. I tasted it. It smells good, but how faint is it? Yes, I forgot the salt!

After adding salt, I let my mother taste it. After eating it, my mother said, "It smells good!" "My mother and I share this egg.

I have eaten fried eggs n times, but they are not as delicious as me.

Today, my mother asked me to fry eggs, and I danced with joy.

Mother said, "First, we should dry the pan and heat it." . She said it when I did it. Mother asked me to take the eggs out of the refrigerator, break them, pour them into a bowl, put a little salt, and break the yolk with chopsticks. At the same time, the pot is hot. Mother asked me to pour some oil into the pot. After turning off the small fire, I carefully poured the eggs into the pot and immediately made a squeaking noise, which scared me to run. Mother smiled and bent down and said, "Don't be afraid, come here quickly!" " ! It won't spill on people! Because there is no water in the pot! "I suddenly understood that my mother asked me to do dry pot.

I went to have a look, and the water-like egg has turned golden yellow, with many small bubbles on it. Then, my mother asked me to turn the eggs upside down. Finally, add delicious old wine and an fried egg will come out!

Fried eggs second grade composition 25 I had dinner in the evening, went out to play for a while, and said I was hungry when I came back. Let mom cook. I asked you what you want to eat. You said scrambled eggs with green onions. I said okay, do it yourself?

You are in high spirits. You took two eggs first, knocked them in a bowl under the guidance of your mother, and kept asking. then what I said, then I'll get an onion and peel it. Hehe, I found there were no onions in the kitchen. I said just fried eggs. You said no, the only way is to pull it in the vegetable field. I said grandpa is enjoying the cool outside, so you go.

You opened the door and ran out. A few minutes later, I came back with a handful of onions. This is the advantage of grandpa growing vegetables. He can eat fresh vegetables at any time.

Then start peeling onions. Hehe, I didn't expect to teach you that you can't even peel onions.

Wash it when you peel it. Only then did my mother remember to bring a camera.

I like my mother's fried eggs best. I think fried eggs are like a small sun, with one side up.

One morning, I told my mother that I would fry eggs myself, and my mother agreed. I took out an egg from the refrigerator, put the pot on the stove, opened the fire and poured some oil. I picked up the egg and knocked it on the edge of the pot like my mother. When I broke off on the pot, I heard a bang and the egg fell into the pot. My mother praised me for playing eggs well, and I was very happy. After a while, the egg white outside me solidified. I quickly turned it over with a shovel, and the egg yolk was scattered and the fried egg was not round. Fry for a while and the eggs will be cooked. I put the fried eggs on the plate, and I'm going to sprinkle salt and cumin on them. At first, I sprinkled a little salt and took a bite. I didn't think it was salty, so I sprinkled a little more. This time it tasted just right.

I think this is the best fried egg I have ever eaten!