I learned to cook excellent compositions 1 Childhood is colorful. We learned a lot in childhood. I learned to cook when I was eight years old.
One day at noon, I saw grandpa cooking. I thought it was very simple, so I ran to my grandfather and said, "Grandpa, I want to cook, too. Can you teach me? " "Sure, let's start with the simplest scrambled eggs with tomatoes!" Grandpa smiled and said to me.
Grandpa helped me beat the eggs and cut the tomatoes first, so let me try it myself. I confidently put eggs and tomatoes in the pot, and then I went to read a book. After about 15 minutes, a strange smell came from the kitchen. I quickly ran to check, it turned out that I cooked Cai. Grandpa saw it and said to me, "concentrate on everything!" " Suddenly, my face became as red as an apple. Grandpa told me: "after the eggs are put into the pot and shaped, mash them, but not too broken." Then pour the tomatoes into the pot, pour a little water to ensure sufficient water, and fry for another 3 minutes. " I followed my grandfather's method step by step. When I opened the pot, my heart bumped around like a deer. "ah! I succeeded, I succeeded! " I am very excited to see the delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes in front of me.
This incident made me understand that everything should be done with methods and patience. As Schopenhauer said, as long as there is patience, there is always a chance of success.
I learned to cook. As I grew older, I learned many skills, such as riding a bike and skating ... but what impressed me most was that I learned to cook that time.
One day on the weekend, it was sunny and sunny, and only my father and I were at home. Dad said, "Let me teach you how to cook today!" " "I hesitated, finally agreed.
At the beginning of cooking, my father cleaned the rice cooker first, then scooped up two bowls of rice and put them in the basin in the rice cooker. He washed rice again and again, and the rice was finally clean. So, dad put the basin in the rice cooker, covered the lid and turned on the power. My father and I waited patiently. After a while, the rice was cooked and the smell came to the nose. I have no choice. I took a bite of rice with chopsticks and tasted it in my mouth. "Wow" smells good!
Unexpectedly, rice is so good to cook.
I said to my father. "Let me try!" Dad nodded his head.
I followed my father's example, washing the pot first, and then washing the rice. "ouch!" I didn't end the pot properly, and I spilled the rice. I have to wash it again. I succeeded this time. I put the rice into the rice cooker and turned on the power. After waiting for a while, I opened the pot and looked, "My God, how did dry rice become porridge?" Hearing this, my dad ran over to me and said, "Hehe, you put too much water." After practicing several times, I finally learned to cook.
After learning to cook this time, I understand that everything should be done carefully, and only in this way can it be done well.
I learned to cook. I'm going to cook a dish for my parents today. I thought and thought. What should I do?
After some thinking, I thought of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which my grandmother often makes. It's not too difficult for me.
First, I want to start a big fire. I was afraid of fire since I was a child, but I also crustily skin of head and turned the fire into a medium fire. Then I break the egg, put the egg white and yolk in a bowl and mix well. Then when the pot is hot, pour some oil into the pot, and then pour the egg yolk and egg white into the pot. Bang, oil suddenly splashed on my hand. "Oh, it's so hot!" I shouted, and I rubbed my hands and continued to pour the cut tomatoes into the pot and fry them for a few minutes. Gradually, the tomatoes became soft, and a thick fragrance came, which made my mouth water.
In a short time, scrambled eggs with tomatoes are ready. I am very happy, thinking: will mom and dad praise me as a little chef? I was just thinking about it when my mother shouted, "Daughter, how was your meal?" I'm hungry! "
"All right!" I said, I carefully put my eggs and fried tomatoes on the plate. My mother took a bite, gave me a thumbs-up and praised me: "There is progress, keep refueling!" " When I heard this sentence, my heart was filled with joy.
This cooking experience taught me a truth: if you don't give up halfway, you will succeed.