How to write an essay on kitchen experts

When I was 8 years old, I couldn't cook, and that was the first time I went down to the kitchen to cook.

In the past, my father was often away from home, and my mother occasionally didn't come home at noon, and when my mother didn't come home, my grandmother would come to my house to cook for me. One day at noon, the weather was bad, and my mother didn't come home, so I had to wait for my grandmother at home, but after waiting for a long time, my grandmother didn't come.

What if Grandma doesn't come today? Wouldn't I just be able to cook my own food? I've got to do more, maybe my mom will praise me when she comes back in the evening!

What to do? Just make porridge, porridge is easy to make. Just do it!

I first added a lot of water to the pot, and when the water boiled, I put a lot of rice in the pot, and when I looked at it, I suddenly felt that there was a lot of rice, so I put a lot of water in the pot, and I looked at it again, and I felt that there was a little too much water, and I put some rice in the pot, and I felt that there was a lot of rice, and I ......That's how I stuffed that pot with rice and water! Let's not talk about it for a while, let's take a look at what kind of pot I use to make it - electric wok! Porridge made in an electric wok!

I thought I was so smart at the time! I thought that the electric wok could even make such a delicious rice as egg fried rice, let alone porridge? At that time, I didn't know that the electric wok could only be used for stir-frying!

It's been a long time, and the meal hasn't been cooked, so it's time to go to school, so there's no way, let's have a snack first, and we'll talk about it when we come back in the evening.

In the evening, I came back earlier than my mother, so I went to do my homework first, thinking that I would wait for my mother to come back. About an hour later, my mom came back (my mom always got home about an hour after I got home). She usually cooks first thing when she gets home, and that day was no exception.

My mother went to the kitchen after changing her shoes when she got home, and when she first went in, she suddenly saw a mouse like an "ah", which startled me when I was doing my homework, and then she asked me: Did you make the electric wok look like this? I said yes.

She immediately pulled me over and said, "Look at the good things you have done, you actually use an electric wok to make porridge, take a look, the top is not cooked, and the bottom is already paste!" ”…Having said so much, it was all criticism of me.

Alas, this was my first cooking experience, and I didn't get any criticism, but I felt sorry for the pot in my house!

There are many wonderful sounds in the world, there are birds chirping, there is the rustling of small rivers, there is the rustling of leaves, there is also the sound of people playing, and my favorite is the "symphony" that comes out of the kitchen while my dad cooks...

One day at noon, a guest came to the house, and my father left the guest to eat at home. Mom is not at home, so the task of stir-frying naturally falls on Dad's shoulders. Dad rolled up his sleeves, tied his apron, and went into the kitchen, while I went to be with the guests.

Although I sat in front of the guests, my heart followed my father into the kitchen, and my ears were particularly sensitive to the various sounds coming from the kitchen. "Bang", this is the sound of running water, Dad has started to wash the vegetables, this is the prelude to the "symphony" of the kitchen. The sound of "Dang Dang Dang" is crisp, neat, and rhythmic, which reminds me of my father's skillful skills.

Oh! This is the first movement of the "Symphony". I heard the sound of the spatula and the iron pot colliding again, and after a while, there was a "whoop", and it turned out that my father had started to stir-fry.

After a while, there was the sound of turning vegetables, which was skillful and brisk, which was the climax of the "symphony". The sound of "Ding Dang Ding Dang", this is Dad getting up from the pot and hitting the plate, signaling me to serve the food, this is the end of the "Symphony".

With a shout from my father, "It's time to eat!" "A plate of dishes with all the color, fragrance and taste was served, and the room was filled with the smell of vegetables. At this point, the "symphony" of the kitchen is over.