In study, work and even life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use composition. Composition is a literary style that is composed of words and expresses the meaning of a theme through language organization after human thought. Still at a loss for composition? Below is the essay I learned to cook that I compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from it and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you. I learned to cook essay 1

Animals must quickly learn their first skill when they are born, which is to run. Because animals learn to run, they can avoid enemy attacks. People are no exception, because the first need of life is to eat, so people must master a skill-cooking. I learned to cook by chance.

Every time I see my mother cooking, my hands get itchy. I have asked my mother to let me cook many times, probably because she was afraid that I would be burned. Every time she found some excuse to refuse my request. Finally one day, the opportunity came! It was noon on a Saturday. As soon as I entered the door, I saw that my mother had steamed the rice, washed the vegetables, and was preparing to stir-fry as usual. At this moment, the phone rang with a crisp ringtone. My mother quickly picked up the phone and heard her say: "Okay, I'll be right back." After that, she hung up the phone and said to me while changing her shoes: "Something happened. I I have to go to the office." After that, he left. I was reading and waiting for my mother. 5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed... Unknowingly, my stomach started to sing empty words. Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind, why not let me try it while my mother is not around. Just do it, I quickly turned on the natural gas stove and put the pot in place. What should be put first? Just when I was hesitating, I suddenly noticed that the pot was starting to smoke. It seemed that there was no time for me to think about it, so I hurriedly poured the cabbage into the pot. Suddenly, a burst of hot air rushed towards me, making me take a few steps back in fright. After a while, I gathered up the courage, picked up the spatula and shoveled it randomly in the pot a few times. Oh my God! There are already patches of "black spots" on the vegetables. I hurriedly turned off the heat and put the cabbage into a bowl. At this time, I suddenly realized that I should put the oil in first. Now I'm going to make the second dish - scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I have experience this time. Put in the oil first. When the oil starts to smoke, I pour the stirred eggs into the pot and fry for a while. Pour in the tomatoes. Huh? Why are there so many black spots in the dish? Anyway, the food in the pot will not be inedible, I thought as I put the vegetables into the bowl.

I don’t know when my mother was standing behind me, and she said in surprise: "You are so capable, and the vegetables are all ready." I quickly pushed my mother out of the kitchen and asked her to sit at the dining table. forward. First, I brought the fried cabbage to my mother. My mother looked at it and said in surprise: "This dish should be fried black cabbage, right?" I served the tomato scrambled eggs again, and my mother took a bite and said humorously: "The tomato scrambled eggs I usually fry are two-color, but you can actually fry them into three colors!" Probably because my mother ate all the food on the table to take care of my face. My mother also gave me a "very high" evaluation of the dishes I cooked: "With your level of skill, it's strange that you can't bankrupt your family if you open a restaurant!"

After this experience, my mother also said: I gained confidence. After my mother's step-by-step guidance, I finally learned to cook. However, if you want to eat my fried three-color tomato eggs, there is no hope! I Learned to Cook Essay 2

The most unforgettable thing for me is the experience of cooking. Looking back now, how hard the process of cooking is. To this day, I can’t forget it.

It was a sunny day at noon. My mother and I went to the vegetable market and bought our favorite vegetables, including potatoes, Laoganma, eggs, tomatoes and cooking wine. I returned home with my mother happily and confidently, thinking: Now I can make a delicious lunch. In this way, my mother and I discussed the fried tomatoes, scrambled eggs, dry pot potato slices and rice that we were going to fry today. My mother suggested that I complete this meaningful cooking experience, and I wholeheartedly agreed.

At first, I took out the potatoes and tomatoes and put them in the sink. I turned on the faucet and scrubbed vigorously. After 10 minutes of hard work, I finished washing the vegetables.

I thought to myself: Is it just like washing vegetables? Can it stump a genius like me? Then I immediately put it on the cutting board, carefully picked up the kitchen knife, cut the potatoes, cut them into slices, and put them in the basin. Then I picked up the tomatoes and cut them into small pieces that my mother usually cut. Just when I was sweating profusely, my hands stung. I looked down and saw blood coming out of the back of my hands. It hurt. After screaming, my mother immediately ran over to help me clean the wound and bandage it. After bandaging, I mustered up the courage to say to my mother, unwilling to fail, "Today I am going to cook for the first time in my life." My mother's eyes showed her uneasiness about me, and she repeatedly told me to be careful and stood by to supervise. After completing the next steps, I beat the eggs for me and started to heat the oil in the pan. I suddenly heard a "bah" sound, and accidentally the oil splashed out and sprayed on my hands. I cried in pain. My mother immediately cleaned my wounds with water and helped me to the living room. I sat down on the sofa dejectedly, tears flowing down unknowingly...

Inadvertently, my sister's mobile phone was playing A short video of a child from a poor family cooking alone. I was amazed by her skillful movements, and admired the confidence on her face. In just a few minutes, she cooked a plate of brightly colored delicacies, which shocked me and reminded me that my family is so happy. , but I didn’t cherish it well. I couldn’t even cook a plate of vegetables well. I couldn’t help but lower my head in shame, and secretly made up my mind to carefully observe the steps of my mother’s cooking in the days to come. Day after day, I failed again and again. Summarizing my experience, I never gave up no matter how hard it was. Finally, on my birthday, I finished my first dish by myself. After tasting it, my mother complimented me on how delicious it was. A confident smile appeared in my heart...

When I think back to my cooking experiences again, it becomes more meaningful in life. I think after going through this extraordinary experience, I understood the true meaning of "the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the sunshine always comes after the wind and rain"! I Learned to Cook Essay 3

The most unforgettable thing for me is that cooking experience. Looking back now, how hard the cooking process is. To this day, I can’t forget it.

It was a sunny day at noon. My mother and I went to the vegetable market and bought our favorite vegetables, including potatoes, Laoganma, eggs, tomatoes and cooking wine. I returned home with my mother happily and confidently, thinking: Now I can make a delicious lunch. In this way, my mother and I discussed the fried tomatoes, scrambled eggs, dry pot potato slices and rice that we were going to fry today. My mother suggested that I complete this meaningful cooking experience, and I wholeheartedly agreed.

At first, I took out the potatoes and tomatoes and put them in the sink. I turned on the faucet and scrubbed vigorously. After 10 minutes of hard work, I finished washing the vegetables. I thought to myself: Is it just like washing vegetables? Can it stump a genius like me? Then I immediately put it on the cutting board, carefully picked up the kitchen knife, cut the potatoes, cut them into slices, and put them in the basin. Then I picked up the tomatoes and cut them into small pieces that my mother usually cut. Just when I was sweating profusely, my hands stung. I looked down and saw blood coming out of the back of my hands. It hurt. After screaming, my mother immediately ran over to help me clean the wound and bandage it. After bandaging, I was unwilling to fail and mustered up the courage to say to my mother: Today I am going to finish cooking for the first time in my life. My mother's eyes showed her uneasiness about me, and she repeatedly told me to be careful, and she was supervising. After completing the next steps, I beat the eggs for me and started to heat the oil in the pan. I suddenly heard a banging sound and accidentally the oil splashed out and sprayed on my hands. I cried in pain, and my mother immediately He cleaned my wounds with water and helped me to the living room. I sat down on the sofa dejectedly, tears flowing down unknowingly

I didn’t expect that my first cooking experience would be so... Failure and pain left me with painful memories.

Inadvertently, my sister’s cell phone was playing a short video of a child from a poor family cooking alone.

I was amazed by her skillful movement of slogans, and admired the confidence on her face. In just a few minutes, she cooked a plate of brightly colored delicacies, which shocked me and reminded me of myself. My family is so happy, but I don’t cherish it properly. I can’t even cook a dish well. I can’t help but lower my head in shame, and I secretly make up my mind to carefully observe my mother’s cooking steps in the days to come. Day after day, I I learned from my experience after each failure and never gave up no matter how hard it was. Finally, on my birthday, I finished my first dish by myself. After tasting it, my mother complimented me on how delicious it was. There is a confident smile in my heart

When I recall my various experiences in cooking again, it becomes more meaningful in life. I think this extraordinary experience has made me understand the true meaning of the fragrance of plum blossoms coming from the bitter cold and the sunshine always coming after the wind and rain! I Learned to Cook Essay 4

One afternoon during the winter vacation, I felt very hungry, so I glanced at the clock. This was so strange that I almost jumped up in fear. Oh my god, it's already past two o'clock. Why hasn't my mother come back yet? Has she forgotten me? I waited and waited but couldn't wait for my mother. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. "Gululu." My stomach started to protest again. Alas, I'd better cook by myself.

I opened the refrigerator and saw vegetables, pumpkins, and eggs inside, so I took them all out.

How does your mother usually cook? I thought hard. Oh, right! To turn on the range hood first, which button should you press? Forget it, press them one by one.

I pressed the first one, but there was no response. Then try the second one. I pressed the second one with the mentality of giving it a try, "Boom..." A thunderous sound sounded in the kitchen. I jumped for joy, yes, this is it! But the joy didn't last long, and I started to worry again. What's next? No matter what, just follow your imagination!

I turned on the gas stove, and wheeze - the blue flames rushed out impatiently like a naughty child. "Wow!" I quickly hid aside. This flame was so naughty that it almost burned me! I thought as I returned to the table in shock. The flame seemed to know that he was wrong, and it was much smaller than before.

Then, I poured the oil into the pot, and suddenly, there was a crackling sound in the pot. "Wow, it hurts!" A drop of oil jumped on my hand. What's going on? Afterwards, I asked my mother and suddenly realized that I had to boil the water in the pot before pouring the oil, otherwise it would splash on me.

I put the green vegetables in, and there was a crackling sound. I quickly jumped aside, hehe, do you still expect me to be fooled a second time? I'm telling you, don't even think about it! I added more salt, oops! You won’t add too much, right? I put the vegetables in a dish with uneasiness and carefully picked up a piece of green vegetables. "I was scared to death. I thought I had added too much salt!" My hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

I started cutting the pumpkin again. This pumpkin was so hard that I couldn’t cut it at all! It took a lot of effort for me to cut the pumpkin into slices. I was about to put the pumpkin into the pot, but I thought about it again. When will my mother come back? I didn't pay attention when I was thinking about it, and cut the pumpkin into dices. By the time I realized it, it was already too late. Alas, forget it, as long as you can eat it.

It was already past 4 o'clock when I finished the dishes. Oh my god, does it take me so long to cook two dishes? I questioned my abilities.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door. I had to stop questioning and quickly ran to open the door. Oh, it turned out that my parents were back. I quickly brought out the dishes, and they were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths.

Although the area where the oil splashed was still aching, seeing the surprised expressions of my parents and eating delicious meals made my heart feel sweeter than eating honey. I Learned to Cook Essay 5

"Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing." Whenever I read this famous saying, my thoughts can't help but go back to that day.

It was Saturday morning, I was doing homework in my room, and suddenly I smelled the attractive aroma that filled the air. I followed the aroma and ran to the kitchen to take a look and found that it was my father cooking. I watched my dad cooking with ease and found it very interesting, so I started to want to learn to cook.

I am an "action person" who does whatever comes to mind, so I walked into the kitchen and explained my purpose to my father. My father readily agreed to teach me how to cook, and said meaningfully: "Learning to cook is not It’s an easy task, but the little chef can’t run away or give up halfway!” Dad said as he tied an apron for me. "Today, let's make tomatoes and scrambled eggs first! First of all, you have to learn to cut vegetables. Hold the vegetables with your left hand and use the knife to cut with your right hand. Be careful not to hurt yourself." Dad warned worriedly. I did what my father said, but it looked easier than done. The tomatoes are so round that the knife slips when you put them on them. Not only did I cut it slowly, but the shape was weird, which made Dad laugh. After finally cutting the vegetables, the "big chef" gave another instruction: "Turn on the fire, pour an appropriate amount of oil into the pot, and wait until the oil is hot before introducing the vegetables..." Before my father finished speaking, I couldn't wait to open the fire. , wait for the oil to heat up and pour the vegetables in immediately. Maybe it was my first time cooking, so I was a little scared, and I was shocked by the scalding heat of the oil. I hurriedly threw the dishes and plates in. Fortunately, the "big chef" came to my aid in time and I didn't make a big mistake.

I started to get a little impatient. Dad seemed to see through my mind: "If you don't go through wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow? If you don't persevere, how can you eat delicious food?" Dad's words gave me In order to gain my confidence, I once again picked up the chopped green onions and approached the sizzling hot pot. This time, I finally poured the chopped green onions into the pot steadily, and my father gave me an encouraging look. After stir-frying for a while, it’s time to add the seasonings. I opened the condiment bottle and dug a spoonful of salt into the pot. Looking at the remaining shiny particles in the spoon, I couldn't help but taste it, eh? Why is it sweet? It turns out that I mistook sugar for salt in my hurry. I hurriedly dug out another spoonful of salt and put it into the pot. This scene was seen by my father, and he laughed loudly. I picked up the shovel and spooned the rice awkwardly for a while, and a strong aroma gradually emitted from the pot, and I couldn't help but feel proud. The "big chef" inspected it. Under my nervous gaze, he finally nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, it tastes good. Get a plate and serve the dishes out!" I happily served the dishes. Went to the table and took a bite, wow, it was delicious! Dad smiled and said: "The fruits of your own labor are of course the most delicious."

Learning to cook this time gave me a taste of success. Although I was a little busy in the process, it made me truly realize The profound meaning of "Nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing to do so". I learned to cook essay 6

When I woke up this morning, I got dressed and saw that my mother was still sleeping. I didn’t wake her up. I was hungry and waited for my mother to get up to cook. At this time, I A thought flashed in my mind: I am already ten years old; it’s time to learn to cook.”

I came to the kitchen to see if there was anything to cook: I found some mung beans. I thought of my parents these days. I was very busy at work and already had internal heat. Mung beans can relieve the internal heat. "So I decided to make mung bean tea."

I took a small bowl and filled it with a full bowl of mung beans: I picked out the dirt inside. "Rinse with water: Fill the rice cooker with half a pot of water. "Pour the washed mung beans into the rice cooker, turn on the power, set the rice cooker to the cooking position, and prepare for cooking."

What to cook? Mom usually likes to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so let’s make scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I first took four eggs and two tomatoes and followed my mother's example of breaking the eggs into a bowl. Then I ran into trouble. I didn't know how much salt to put: suddenly I remembered that my mother usually only put a little bit in scrambled eggs. I added a little salt as usual, stirred it well and set it aside: I poured the oil into the pot. After a while, I heard a "sizzling" sound. It turned out that the oil was hot. I quickly poured the eggs into the pot. The ground turned over.

And broke the eggs into pieces and poured them into the plate; then I breathed a sigh of relief. When I turned back to get the tomatoes, I found that the tomatoes had not been cut yet, so I quickly picked up the knife and cut the tomatoes. I first put them on I was cutting on the chopping board, but I got a lot of tomato juice on the chopping board. At this time, I suddenly remembered that my mother usually used it to cut: I also carefully cut it into the bowl. After a while, I had cut the tomatoes. Turn on the fire, wait for the water in the pot to dry up, then put a little more oil in the pot, and wait until the oil smokes. I quickly pour the tomatoes into the pot, flip them left and right in the pot for a while, and then put the eggs back into the pot. Add Nande seasoning and MSG, mix well, and pour it into a plate. A fragrant plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes is ready.

I opened the rice cooker and took a look; the mung beans were already blooming. "I knew the mung bean tea was ready, so I took them out and served them to the table: I went to wake my mother up.

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My mother got up and saw the food on the table and asked in surprise, "Who cooked this?", I did it! ! 'I am proud to say;. Really? My kids have grown up and know how to cook! : I felt very happy listening to my mother’s praise.

I learned this meal bit by bit while watching my mother cook; it seems that “everything you pay attention to will lead to knowledge”!! In the future, Learn 'I have to observe carefully and pay attention to everything in life' to learn more knowledge. I learned how to cook essay 7

Time flies, and the time flies like a shuttle. I have grown up slowly in the tunnel of time. I have grown up and become a little adult. As I mature, I see that my mother still has to do a lot of heavy work when she comes back from get off work, and her back is so tired that it is unbearable, so I decided to cook for a while.

Early in the morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone on my little bed, I got up and said, "Go!" "I shouted my slogan and went straight to the kitchen.

When I got to the kitchen, I scooped out three cups of rice from the rice vat, turned on the faucet, filled half the pot of water, and washed the rice three times. Then I poured the rice into the rice cooker, added some water, covered the pot, and plugged in the plug, thinking: "Haha, the fragrant rice is about to be cooked." Half an hour later, I thought: The rice should be cooked. So, I rushed into the kitchen, took a rag, put it on the handle of the pot, opened the lid - oh my god! What is "Mihe"? Look, the fat white rice grains were facing me with their faces drooping, as if they were crying to me: "Kid, why do you let me swim here?" I carefully touched the edge of the pot - ah! It's cold. "Oh! It turns out that the switch was not turned on!" I had to cover the pot lid again, press the switch, and read a book.

Suddenly, I heard the "plop-plop" sound of the rice cooker. I quickly ran into the kitchen and saw a pot of rice paste overflowing out of the pot. I opened the lid of the pot and waited for the fog to dissipate. When I saw it, oh my god! The rice is cooked into rice paste. What's going on? With doubts, I asked my neighbor grandma for advice. She said I put too much water. Oh, that's it, I sighed, "I'm so careless!"

I had no choice but to pick up the mess again. After these two failures, I gained some experience: I washed the rice, filtered the water, poured the rice into the pot, and added an appropriate amount of water. This time, I followed my neighbor's grandma's instructions and measured the height of the water with my index finger. "It's just at the first knuckle!" Then I safely closed the lid, plugged in the electricity, and flipped the switch.

After these two painful lessons, I was worried that my "rice baby" would "catch fire" again, so I moved a stool and sat in front of the rice cooker, staring at the switch of the rice cooker. ....

There were two beeps of "beep" and "beep", and the switch jumped up. I was startled by the sudden sound. Oops, has the rice been cooked again? Feeling timid, I grabbed the rag and put it on the handle of the pot. I closed my eyes and slowly lifted the lid. I opened my eyes and looked into the electric pot: Look, there are fat white grains of rice in the pot, facing me. Smile, as if to tell me the good news: "Kid, you have finally come to the end of your hardships." It happened that my parents came back, and they were so happy when they saw the rice I cooked, they praised me as a good and sensible child. My smile is as bright as the sunshine in March in spring.

The sweat of my labor is printed in my smile, and the joy of my success is written in it! I learned to cook essay 8

Animals must quickly learn their first skill when they are born, which is to run. Because animals learn to run, they can avoid enemy attacks. People are no exception, because the first need of life is to eat, so people must master a skill-cooking. I learned to cook by chance.

Every time I see my mother cooking, my hands get itchy. I have asked my mother to let me cook many times, probably because she was afraid that I would be burned. Every time she found some excuse to refuse my request. Finally one day, the opportunity came! It was noon on a Saturday. As soon as I entered the door, I saw that my mother had steamed the rice, washed the vegetables, and was preparing to stir-fry as usual. At this moment, the phone rang with a crisp ringtone. My mother quickly picked up the phone and heard her say: "Okay, I'll be right back." After that, she hung up the phone and said to me while changing her shoes: "Something's wrong. , I have to go to the office." After that, he left. I was reading and waiting for my mother. 5 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed... Unknowingly, my stomach started to sing empty words. Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind, why not let me try it while my mother is not around. Just do it, I quickly turned on the natural gas stove and put the pot in place. What should be put first? Just when I was hesitating, I suddenly noticed that the pot was starting to smoke. It seemed that there was no time for me to think about it, so I hurriedly poured the cabbage into the pot. Suddenly, a burst of hot air rushed towards me, making me take a few steps back in fright. After a while, I gathered up the courage, picked up the spatula and shoveled it randomly in the pot a few times. Oh my God! There are already patches of "black spots" on the vegetables. I hurriedly turned off the heat and put the cabbage into a bowl. At this time, I suddenly realized that I should put the oil in first. Now I'm going to make the second dish - scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I have experience this time. Put in the oil first. When the oil starts to smoke, I pour the stirred eggs into the pot and fry for a while. Pour in the tomatoes. Huh? Why are there so many black spots in the dish? Anyway, the food in the pot will not be inedible, I thought as I put the vegetables into the bowl.

I don’t know when my mother was standing behind me, and she said in surprise: "You are so capable, and the vegetables are all ready." I quickly pushed my mother out of the kitchen and asked her to sit down. At the dinner table. First, I brought the fried cabbage to my mother. My mother looked at it and said in surprise: "This dish should be fried black cabbage, right?" I brought the tomato scrambled eggs and my mother tasted it. Said: "The tomato scrambled eggs I usually fry are two-color, but you can actually fry them into three colors!" Probably because my mother took care of my face, she ate all the food on the table. My mother also gave me a "very high" evaluation of the dishes I cooked: "With your level of skill, it's strange that you can't bankrupt yourself by opening a restaurant!"

After this experience, my mother He also gained confidence in me. After my mother's step-by-step guidance, I finally learned to cook. However, if you want to eat my fried three-color tomato eggs, there is no hope!