When I came home from school, I smelled the house. Gee, where does it smell so good? The smell took me to the kitchen. Grandpa is cooking! Seeing grandpa's skillful cooking movements, I was also eager to try, so I begged grandpa to let me fry a dish! Looking at my sincere eyes, my grandfather said helplessly, "There is still food left. Why don't you fire it?" I jumped three feet high.
In order not to disappoint grandpa, I quickly got busy in the kitchen: first, I tied my apron, washed my hands, selected vegetables, washed vegetables and cut vegetables in one go. Next, the hardest part-cooking. I turn on the range hood first, then light the gas stove, heat the pan and pour the salad oil. As soon as I saw a little smoke, I was in a hurry to put the food in. Grandpa stopped me and patiently said to me, "Burn the oil a little hotter, or the fried food won't taste good and smells greasy!" " After I finished, the smoke kept falling, and I felt that the oil was about to burn! Grandpa said calmly, "Now you can put the dishes." I quickly put the food into the pot. As soon as the food fell, the oil stung, and I fell back three feet in fear. The oil seems to be getting thicker and thicker, jumping and rolling in the pot, making me tremble all over. Grandpa smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" " "Say, just hold my hand, pick up a shovel, stir-fry vegetables back and forth. The power of oil is getting smaller and smaller ... the leaves of vegetables are gradually wilting. Grandpa immediately asked me to put salt, monosodium glutamate and other spices. I was as busy as a bee. I waited for a minute with seasoning, and a plate of delicious cooking came out. Looking at the vegetables, my mouth watered and my index finger moved. I immediately took a pair of chopsticks and ate them with relish. A sense of victory and pride arises spontaneously. I also gave my parents and grandparents a bite, and everyone gave me a thumbs-up and praised me for the delicious fried food. Without my consent, they scraped away the fruits of my labor three times, five times and twice. Looking at these greedy cats, I smiled happily.
A small dish of green vegetables made me understand grandpa's hard work in cooking, which seemed like a few dishes and condensed grandpa's love for me!
The annual Spring Festival is the most important festival for China people, and the New Year's Eve dinner is the most important reunion dinner for all families in China. Most people will go home to reunite with their families and have a family reunion dinner. Every year I go back to my grandparents' home with my parents for New Year's Eve dinner. Grandma cooks many delicious dishes for us every year, but the last dish is always "fried vegetables"
At 9: 00 on New Year's Eve, my family took my uncle's car and went to my grandparents' house with big bags and small gifts. Our family and uncle's family were talking and laughing in the car, and before we knew it, we arrived at our destination-Gaochun Dingbu's hometown. Grandparents are very happy to see our family and uncle's family come, because uncle's family hasn't come home for dinner for several years because of work, and even the sick grandfather got up early to meet us, and our family chatted enthusiastically.
Just after lunch, grandma was happily busy with the New Year's Eve dinner, and mom and aunt also showed their magical powers, picking vegetables, washing vegetables and side dishes, and making jiaozi together.
My sisters and I watched TV and played games, and we were as happy as gods.
In the evening, grandma cooked a table full of dishes, including peasant tofu, fried kidney flower, big meat yuan, sweet and sour pork ribs, Gaochun goose and my favorite peasant hen soup. While eating and watching the Spring Festival Gala, we chatted and wished each other well. We all enjoyed the meal. Grandma saw that we had almost eaten, and smiled and said, "I have another very important dish to serve." I thought it was abalone and shark's fin. People in the city seldom eat it. ! I didn't expect the last dish to be a vegetarian dish. Grandma said to us earnestly, "Let's stand up together and eat bamboo chopsticks on a plate with vegetables." I asked my father, "Why does grandma want everyone to eat vegetables at the same time every year?" Dad smiled and said to me, "Green vegetables represent a warm kiss and reunion. Eating green vegetables together means that our family will be deeply reunited forever. " I suddenly realized.
Although green vegetables are common dishes, most people eat them all year round, but the New Year's Eve represents a warm kiss and a reunion. Grandma wants our family to be close and warm, round and round, and often go home to see. In the future, I will always hold the excuse of being busy with work, seldom go home to see my grandparents' parents, but often go home to see them and eat more "cooking" made by my grandmother.
One day, I had a whim and wanted to learn to cook. I told dad, and dad agreed.
It started to burn. I poured a little oil into the pot and began to cut vegetables. I took a knife and cut it, but I didn't cut it. Vegetables are like a hard steel plate, which keeps cutting. But when I saw the oil getting hotter and hotter, I was anxious! I have no choice but to let my father cut it. After a while, the food was cut. I took a part and put it in the pot. "Burst", a white smoke came out of the pot, and a hot air came out. I quickly pulled my hand back. I put the remaining vegetables in the pot. Finally, I even dared to touch the food with my hands, because the food on it could not touch the oil and the bottom of the pot, and it was not hot at all. I picked up the cooking shovel and turned it over and over again. It's easy to turn the food over. I turned it over and found that the food became smaller and darker. After a while, I added a little salt and other seasonings and found that the food seemed ripe. I couldn't help shouting, "It seems ripe!" " "But dad said," let's burn it for a while. "After a while, my father helped me pick up the pot and I put the food on the plate. Although a little burnt, I am still very happy, because I can cook!
I can finally cook!
Today is Monday, and my parents went to work. I finished my homework in no time. Because I have nothing to do, I have to watch TV, thinking: 1 1: 30, my parents should come back.
Just as I was thinking about the reason, the phone suddenly rang. I quickly ran to pick up the phone and heard my mother say, "Dear, Mom and Dad have something to do at noon today, so they won't go home for dinner. There are vegetables at home. Do it yourself! " I put down the phone, went to the kitchen, washed the dishes in the pool, and washed them back and forth three times before I washed them. I put the washed dishes on the chopping board and began to cut them. I thought to myself: chopping vegetables is a piece of cake for me. So, I picked up a kitchen knife, pressed the food and began to cut. But just halfway through, the big kitchen knife doesn't work. One minute it ran to the right, the next minute it ran to the left, and I almost cut my hand with a kitchen knife, which scared me to death. I finally finished cutting, so I started cooking. I lit the fire first, and then poured the oil into the pot. In order to prevent oil from splashing on me, I put on a mask and sleeves. The oil boiled, so I put the meat in first, and all the oil spilled out at once. I jumped up in fear and tried to flinch. However, on second thought, I don't think I can give up. So, I poured the food in and stirred it. Because I haven't fried vegetables before, I don't know if I will cook more. I didn't take the pot down until I smelled the food was a little burnt and poured it into the plate. At this point, I was panting with fatigue. Ah! Cooking is not easy! I took the food to the living room, ate it, ate it, and thought my cooking was delicious.
Although my fried food is a little burnt this time, I will definitely work harder to cook by going up a flight of stairs.
Today, because mom and dad are very busy, let me cook with my sister. So, my sister and I divided the work. She fried cucumbers and I fried vegetables.
Cooking has begun. I washed the vegetables first. After washing the vegetables twice, my sister said, "Wash the vegetables separately from the green stalks. First, wash them more cleanly. Second, when frying green stalks, put them in the pot first, and then put them in the pot after the leaves have passed. " After washing vegetables, I cleaned the pot and made a fire. When there were hardly any drops of water in the pot, I put some lard. When the lard is steaming, I put down the dried vegetables and fry them. About 2 to 3 minutes, I put down the leaves and stir-fry them with a shovel until they are almost 80% ripe. I turned it over several times with a shovel and finally turned off the fire. I put vegetables on a plate and brought them to the table.
I'll let my father taste it first. "Well, it's good, but it's too salty," my father replied. I said cunningly, "I put so much salt on purpose, and the dishes are delicious with rice!" " Dad took another bite of rice and said, "It's still too salty." You put too much salt, and you are shameless. As an individual, only by learning from failure can we make progress! "
After listening to my father's words, I bowed my head in shame. ...
I believe we won't put so much salt in the next cooking.
Yesterday, I saw those children about my age skillfully doing this and that with a scraper on TV, and my heart itched. I think I will try it myself one day. I took the vegetables out of my bag, picked the old leaves first and then washed them with water. Then, I carefully cut the vegetables into sections. I didn't expect to finally have a chance to cook. I couldn't even hold the kitchen knife stably and almost cut my hand as a dish. I cut it for more than ten minutes and everything paid off. Finally, I cut vegetables. Then I turned on the gas and added some oil to the pot. After a while, I heard a "crackling" sound from the pot. I thought the oil must be hot, so I quickly put the cut vegetables into the pot and immediately picked up the shovel and stir-fried it many times. Seeing the color of the dish getting darker, I added some salt and chicken essence, fried it for a few times and then turned off the heat. I brought a plate and put vegetables on it like my mother usually does.
I like my grandmother's cooking best, so today I want to see how my grandmother cooks this delicious dish.
Grandma first took the vegetables she had just bought from the market out of the plastic bag, put them on the chopping board, removed the roots with a knife, broke them into pieces by hand, put them in a basket, washed them with clear water and drained them. Everything is ready, just waiting for the fire.
Grandma first turned on the gas stove, put a clean wok, picked up an oil pan and poured some oil into the wok. When the oil is hot, the dishes are slowly poured along the edge of the pot. There is a "scratching" sound in the pot, which coincides with the slight roar of the range hood, as if playing a beautiful kitchen symphony, and a puff of oil smoke rises from the pot. Looking into the pot again, it turned out to be a swollen vegetable, and now it sleeps like a good baby. Grandma said, "Look, the food has shrunk, so you can put salt!" " "Grandma said, and put a spoonful of salt into the pot, and continued to stir fry ... The rich fragrance came to my nose, which made my mouth water.
After grandma put the fried vegetables on the plate, I saw oily vegetables and couldn't wait to try them. It's really delicious. I gave my grandmother a thumbs-up sign.
On Saturday afternoon, my mother is going to cook. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that the homework assigned by the teacher today is to do a housework and then write a composition. When Qian thought of this, he immediately ran to the kitchen and said to his mother, "Mom, let me cook today. Will you please guide me? " Mom agreed. So, I learned to cook under the guidance of my mother.
First, I wash vegetables. Then, I picked up a kitchen knife and chopped the vegetables. Then, I turned on the gas stove and put the iron pan on. Put some vegetable oil in the pot. At this time, my mother said to me, "When you pour vegetables in the future, you should lower it down and move faster, or you will burn your hands if the oil spills." I nodded and said, "I see." At this time, my mother looked at the food I cut and said, "You can't cut it too big. If they are too big, they will be undercooked. " After that, my mother picked up a kitchen knife, picked some bigger vegetables and cut them into small pieces. Listening to my mother's nagging, I got impatient and said, "I know, I know!" " "
When the oil smoked, my mother asked me to put the vegetables in the pot. I'm afraid I'll burn my hands if oil spills, so I think I can wear gloves. So, I put on my gloves, picked up the basket and poured it into the pot. The vegetable oil exploded with a swish. Fortunately, I put on my gloves soon, otherwise. ...
Then, I picked up a shovel and fried it a few times. Then, my mother helped me put some salt and monosodium glutamate. After frying for a while, I put some water, covered it and let it burn.
Finally, the vegetables are ripe, so I put them on a plate. Then I took it out.
When eating, I tasted my own fried food and found it particularly delicious. I smiled happily.