Life is colorful, everyone has many firsts, and each first time has different feelings, including joy, sadness and unforgettable.
One day, I asked my grandmother that my cousin Lingling and I cooked our own dinner, and my grandmother readily agreed. Don't mention how happy you are. I started cooking. I am responsible for cooking and cutting vegetables. Lingling is old, so she needs to wash vegetables and cook when she urinates. After consultation, we are going to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which is our favorite food. I searched the kitchen and found all the ingredients. Grandma looked at me in a hurry and shook her head gently. Lingling took the tomatoes out of the refrigerator and washed them carefully. Look how serious she is! Wash it gently with chubby little hands. After washing, she put the tomatoes on the chopping board and went to cook.
It's my turn to show my talents! After all, it is the first time to cook. I picked up the knife awkwardly and cut the tomatoes into different thicknesses. Grandma saw it and shouted, "Little ancestor, slow down, don't cut your hand!" " "Grandma picked up the kitchen knife and" Dangdang "it several times, which was symmetrical in size, just like rows of curved boats. I was surprised to see this. I cut patiently after imitating grandma. The more I get to the back, the more I tremble, because the space in my hand is getting smaller and smaller, and I am afraid of cutting my hand. Finally finished cutting, sweating all over. Looking at my "success", grandma repeatedly said, "Good, good, progress! "The pot. I'll pour the oil into the pot. Half a minute passed and the oil crackled. I broke the egg and got up a lot of courage. The egg white and yolk baby flowed into the pot, and then there was a "crackling" sound. I stir it with a spatula. It's not ripe yet. I'll add salt and chicken essence right away Finally, I pour the tomatoes into the pot and stir fry for one minute. I asked Lingling to bring vegetables. At the same time, the meal is ready.
We are happy to eat the fruits of victory. Although the food was a little light, our faces were all filled with happy smiles.
Unforgettable first time
In our life, there have been many firsts: the first night trip, the first camping trip, the first train trip, the first trip abroad, the first raising of small animals ... One by one "firsts" are like footprints printed on our growing road, inspiring us.
I first learned to cook when I was in the fourth grade. My parents were not at home that day. I stay at home alone. My mother asked me to cook instant noodles myself. I don't want to eat any. It suddenly occurred to me that there were vegetables and noodles bought in the kitchen, so I was ready to cook for myself.
What I want to do is tomato and egg noodles. The materials I need are: two tomatoes, two raw eggs, five or six onions and cooking oil. After preparing the materials, I started just like my mother usually cooks.
First, take out the tomatoes, wash them with clear water and scrape the skin with a spoon, 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 eggs. First break the egg, then pour the egg white and yolk into the bowl, and finally cut the onion. After cutting the onion, pour it into the bowl.
Then pour some oil into the pot. When the oil is boiled, pour the eggs into the pot. When the egg turns golden, cut it into small pieces with a frying pan shovel and pour it into a bowl. After the eggs are fried, the tomatoes and onions are cooked. First, pour the onion into the pot, stir it a few times, and then pour the chopped tomato into it. When it is completely tasty, pour the egg into the pot, turn it over a few times, and then pour some water into the pot. The soup will be ready when the water boils.
The last thing to do is to cook the noodles, pour some water into the pot, put the noodles in the pot after the water boils, and take them out after the water boils again. But it's a little soft, and it's cooked into porridge, hehe ...
This is my first time cooking. Although the rice has been cooked into porridge, I am still very happy. After all, this is my own cooking, and it tastes good.
Through this incident, I understand a truth. As long as it is made by ourselves, no matter how bad it is, we will feel good. I also know that it is not easy for parents. They are busy cooking after work every day. After cooking, it should suit our taste. Therefore, we should cherish everything our parents have done for us.
Unforgettable first time
I remember my first cooking was in the fourth grade of primary school.
It was during the summer vacation, and I usually like to sleep late. Naturally, I slept until 9 am. I slowly put on less clothes and folded the quilt, thinking: what will mom and dad cook delicious? This is mom's best omelet. Where are the noodles? Think about it, I'm even hungrier. Out of the door, waiting for my father to urge me to wash my face and brush my teeth, but today is different, my parents are gone!
I thought they were sleeping, but when I walked to their bedroom door, I accidentally found a note: Please help yourself to some bread. Mom and dad went to your aunt Sun's house. Am I alone at home? Yeah!
I hummed and opened the refrigerator to look for bread, but ... where is the bread? I have no choice but to cook by myself.
I put on an apron and beat eggs like my mother. I have an egg in one hand and a bowl in the other. I tapped the egg on the edge of the bowl, but it didn't break? I'll knock again, knock, knock! Finally knocked this stubborn guy open. Then stir the eggs evenly and start steaming. I put the bowl with eggs on the induction cooker. In order to save time, I steamed eggs while washing rice. While scouring, I thought: What did my mother put in the custard? I think something is missing. Then I turn on the tap, water! Yes, I just forgot to add water! I quickly added some water to the custard. I suddenly thought of oil, but where is it? I searched in the kitchen for a long time before I found it. I regarded it as a treasure and poured some oil into the bowl. Finally, I feel at ease, go to read a book and wait to eat delicious egg custard. Hmm? After such a long time, why haven't you recovered? Oh, I forgot to plug it in again. When I plugged in the power and pressed the switch, it was already past ten o'clock.
I waited another 20 minutes before turning off the induction cooker. I was very excited when I picked up the spoon and ate the first bite of my own egg custard-although I forgot to put salt in it.
Nothing will succeed unless you try. Although I only made an egg soup and rice porridge this time, I believe I can make more delicious food one day as long as I am willing to try! The first time is the most important time in life. Without the first time, human beings will not make progress. Without the first time, life is as hard as chewing wax.