An essay on kitchen experience 600 words

Unforgettable first time.

The age of childhood, the beginning of the first, the beginning of failure, the future of success. I have countless fond memories of the first time in my childhood. Like footprints, imprinted on the road of growth; Like fallen leaves, floating on the road of life; Like a flavoring agent, it debugs my heart.

The most memorable thing is to thank my parents who raised me with both hands for the first time.

It was a Saturday, and I had dinner late at home, so I walked into the kitchen with two potatoes and laughed and said to my mother, "Mom, my cooking is definitely better than yours." "I carefully peeled the skin, to be shredded, to be honest, since I was born until now, I have never used a kitchen knife, let alone cut shredded potatoes, even watermelon, the fruit knife has only been moved two or three times, and I have not cut the fruit yet, so I cut it first, but I am still confident that it will be done well.

With a heart, I began to cut potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, whether I recruited you or provoked you in my last life, can't you be obedient? It took me a lot of effort to finish cutting the potatoes, and then I screamed, look at the potatoes I cut, some of them are thin enough to see the moon through it, and some are thicker than the Chang'e-1 rocket spacecraft, what should I do?

I turned on the fire, poured the oil, and was so preoccupied with the shredded potatoes that I poured too much oil, and I was really a little sloppy. First put green onions, shredded potatoes, then put peppers, salt, and then fry, my mood, delicious, I couldn't help but taste a bite, and another scream, ah, too salty, I added some water, it looks good, and I went to watch TV, a mushy smell wafted in, ah, the dish was paste, I quickly turned off the heat, put the dish out, made an ugly plating, sighed: "My craftsmanship is really not good!"

Mom and Dad ate my fried food, crying and laughing, Mom went to do it again, I was very depressed, I lowered my head, Dad saw me like this, so he sat down next to me and said, "What's the great thing about failing once, failure is the mother of success!" You see that your mother has been cooking for nearly 20 years, in order to do so well, you also have to lay a good foundation, this high-rise building is not the first to lay a good foundation before it can be built?

Didn't you learn Latin dance bit by bit? Whatever you do in the future, you should start little by little. And to persevere, understand?

"Yes," I nodded.

I will never forget the first time I cooked and will always remember what my dad told me.

You know? There is a kind of victory called persistence, and there is a kind of defeat called giving up .........

Think to yourself, it's okay to fail, because failure is success well.