In daily life or work and study, many people have written essays. With the help of essays, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. I believe that many of my friends are very troubled by writing essays. Below is a collection of "marshmallow" essays that I have collected for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Making "Marshmallow" Composition 1

There are many craftsmen around us. As long as you have a pair of observant eyes, you will find their shining points.

Once, my parents took me to play in Cangwu Green Park. I saw an old man selling marshmallows at the gate of the park. I like sweets, so I wanted to buy a marshmallow to try. .

As soon as I approached the grandpa, before I opened my mouth, the enthusiastic grandpa said: "Kid, do you want to eat marshmallows?" I blurted out: "Yes, please make one for me. . "Okay, no problem." The old man agreed readily, and began to season the food skillfully, probably doing the preparations, and then got busy.

At this time, I found a small bench and sat down, carefully observing my grandfather’s appearance: he was about sixty years old, with chapped lips, and a feeling of fatigue in his eyes. He must be a little tired. There were many wrinkles on his face, and it looked like he had experienced the vicissitudes of time. His white hair was telling stories of the past.

The old man was so focused on making marshmallows that he didn’t notice me looking at him at all. The tools he used to make marshmallows attracted my attention: on a tricycle, a cylindrical machine was rotating constantly. There were many sugar boxes next to it, which were full of sugar. They were colorful and of course had different tastes. . There is also a large box of bamboo skewers on the other side for piercing marshmallows.

Wow, the marshmallow is like a piece of art being carved in the hands of the old man. The cotton silk is like a long ribbon flying into the sky, circle and circle around the bamboo stick. The enclosure is wrapped around, and I think the distance and speed of its wrapping should be particular, otherwise the marshmallows will fall apart and not be made into a beautiful shape. The marshmallows gradually took shape under the grandfather's handiwork. Finally it was done. Grandpa handed the beautiful marshmallows to my hand and said kindly to me: "Okay, eat it."

I ate the sweet marshmallows and thought to myself :Thank you for creating so much fun for us. I hope that more folk handicrafts can be passed down and appreciated by more people. Making "Marshmallow" Composition 2

The fluffy marshmallow, like the snow-white clouds in the sky, is extremely light. It shakes gently on the thin bamboo stick in my hand and sticks to it. The sugar powder on top shone, and an alluring aroma hit my nostrils, which made my saliva almost drip. I put the marshmallow into my mouth in three mouthfuls. Along the way, the sweet fragrance is really unforgettable.

When I got home, my mother was busy cooking in the kitchen. I had nothing to do, so I thought of the marshmallows with lingering fragrance, and my eyes lit up. By the way, let's make a "Fragrance Brand" marshmallow.

I sneaked into the bedroom, unzipped the quilt, pulled out a large handful of snow-white cotton and rolled it into a ball. Then I sneaked into the kitchen quietly, took a chopstick while my mother wasn't paying attention, and stuck it in. Put it on the cotton, and then stick it with a little water. I took a bite of the "marshmallow" I made and found it dry and not delicious at all. "Well, what's the reason?" "By the way, we need to put sugar in it!" I quickly brought the sugar bowl, scooped a spoonful of sugar and sprinkled it on the cotton, then took another bite. It was sweet, but I couldn't chew it. At this time, my mother happened to come in, saw the cotton on my hands and corners of my mouth, and asked me what was going on, so I had to tell her the whole story honestly. My mother laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight: "Oh, little idiot! That's not how marshmallows are made."

When school was over the next day, the marshmallow seller came again. My mother took me to the side and watched carefully. I saw the man put the candy into the machine with one hand and held a bamboo chopstick close to the exit. When one end of the bamboo chopstick was wrapped with a few white threads, he quickly turned the chopstick. The white silk is wound more and more, and in a blink of an eye, a large ball of fragrant marshmallow is ready.

Oh, you have to understand everything before doing anything, otherwise it will be a joke. Making "Marshmallow" Composition 3

In the 40th century, I became a scientist and invented a marshmallow school, which was a school like a fairyland.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, and now we have traveled to a marshmallow school in the 40th century.

When you walk into the door made of marshmallows, you will get 10 points, once a day. After that, a cloud will send you to the first grade corridor, with a barbecue made of marshmallows on the ground. Chicken wings are spicy. If you want to eat them, just reach out and take them, and you have to pay the corresponding gold coins. So where do the gold coins come from? The button on the right side of the playground will display a screen. You can enter the name of the game and the scene of the playground will be changed. Of course, it is not possible to enter a game without gold coins or a game in which gold coins are easily obtained. There is also a secret tunnel of marshmallow peanuts. You need to grab some marshmallow peanuts to eat while walking. But for only 1 point, the secret tunnel can be transported to the 12-meter-high second floor. That height will not affect other classes.

Arrive at the second floor. There are brand-new computers on the desks in the classrooms on the second floor. The blackboards are not written with chalk, but by hand. The written words will have sharp edges. Then go to the classroom office. , everything in the classroom and office is made of marshmallows, and the wind blown by the air conditioner smells of marshmallows. The one on the second floor is not a secret passage, but a teleporting marshmallow. You must find it when you go to the third floor. The teleportation speed is as fast as lightning because the stairs are 100% sticky.

The computers on the third floor are even more novel and weird. There are two mice to control the computer. One mouse is white and the other is like a chameleon. The white mouse is used to click on things. The chameleon mouse is different. Use it to buy the best food in school and get a 30% discount! After that, you can control anything, but you can't destroy it. For example, on a satellite map, if you locate a place, the computer screen will show that place. You can also launch cannonballs to catch thieves, and send a large net. If you catch the thief, you will get 50 extra points!

Is the marshmallow school I invented magical? Do you want to own this fairyland-like school? Making "Marshmallows" Composition 4

Have you ever had anything happen that made your family laugh out loud? I have. My elders far away know what I did. Because of this, I seem to have become a "celebrity". Do you want to know? Then please listen to me in detail.

When I was young, one of my uncles bought me a marshmallow. It was so sweet and delicious. When I finished the first one and wanted the second one, my mother I told my uncle that I couldn’t eat too much sugar, otherwise I would get cavities. I looked unhappy at that time, but suddenly I thought, if I have cotton at home, I can make it myself! Thinking that this would be a big help to me, as soon as I got home, I went back to the bedroom and started working.

Do you want to ask me what I was doing back in the bedroom? Of course, making those sweet and delicious marshmallows! I unzipped the quilt, took out some cotton, and poured some water. I tore a little cotton and put it in my mouth. It was not sweet. I thought I must have forgotten to put sugar. I saw my mother going to wash clothes, so I ran to the kitchen immediately and put a lot of sugar on the cotton. I ate it bit by bit, but it didn't taste as good as the one I bought. At this time, my mother came in and saw me eating marshmallows. She looked surprised and asked me: "Jingjing, what are you doing?" I said to my mother cheerfully: "Mom, come and try it." Try the 'marshmallows' I made." Then, I heard my mother scream, and this scream called my father and brother. My mother, father, and brother saw me eating marshmallows, and asked me doubtfully: "Jingjing, why are you eating marshmallows?" "Because my mother wouldn't let my uncle buy me marshmallows, so I made them myself." ." I replied stupidly. Suddenly, I heard a burst of laughter.

I will never do such stupid things again, because I have grown up, but I still miss that happy time very much. Making "Marshmallows" Composition 5

"I want, I want! I want to buy marshmallows..." I shouted loudly and ran towards the old uncle selling marshmallows. People were pushing and squeezing around, clamoring for marshmallows.

I saw the old man pour the sugar into a large circle machine like a big bowl, then carefully put it into the machine with a wooden skewer and turn it around, and finally wrapped it into a ball

A big marshmallow. The old man gave us the prepared marshmallows with a smile: "Don't worry, come one by one!"

Looking at the appearance of the marshmallows, I observed them carefully.

A trace of shape, a fluffy appearance, and a sweet taste - only marshmallows.

Although marshmallows are filamentous, they are made from a granular crystal, sucrose.

The marshmallow making machine looks like a cooking pot from a distance; when viewed up close, a cylinder protrudes from the pot. There is a small hole in the middle of the cylinder. Below the round hole is an iron plate. Next to the iron plate is a small electric fan. Under the iron plate are beating flames. When the uncles and aunts who make cotton put the sucrose into the cylindrical shape of the marshmallow making machine, the marshmallow making machine will heat the sugar and the sucrose will turn into syrup. The syrup will spray from the small hole in the middle of the cylinder around the outside, which looks like a cooking pot. As the syrup strands encounter the cold air, they solidify and change into sugar strands. The cotton-like and unkempt white hair-like filaments seemed to be conjured up by magic. Use a chopstick to circle around the pot, and the "cotton" will be on the chopsticks. Holding the marshmallow in your hand, the chopsticks are like a magic wand, with the marshmallow flying up and down like cotton. I heard my ancestor say: "Marshmallows have been around for a very long time. At that time, the people selling marshmallows not only sold marshmallows, but also kept shouting 'marshmallows, marshmallows.' The old man ate them If you eat it, you will go to the factory; if you eat it, you will go to school...'. For our generation, marshmallows can be regarded as a food that reminds us of the innocence of childhood and the good times of the past! ”

This stick-like marshmallow is ready. I held it in my hand and couldn't wait to take a bite. Those "cottons" entered my mouth, soft, smooth, and sweet. Although this delicious taste can only last in my mouth for a few seconds before turning into syrup and entering my stomach. However, this kind of taste makes me have endless aftertaste and I can't help but like it.

It is our children’s favorite-marshmallow! Making "Marshmallows" Composition 6

When I was a child, I was full of curiosity about everything, and with that eagerness to try, I did many wrong things. But the most unforgettable thing is that I did something stupid: make marshmallows for my sister.

One winter when I was 5 years old, it was the season of heavy snowfall. Because my aunt was busy, she left my 3-year-old sister at my house. After a while, my mother was going out to buy groceries and asked me to take care of my sister for the time being. She only waited for me to nod like a chicken pecking at rice before she left with peace of mind. After my 3-year-old sister started to speak some simple sentences, I stepped forward and asked, "Sister, was it fun?" My sister said in a babyish voice, "Good... fun!" "Are you hungry?" I want...something to eat...""Okay, then I'll make marshmallows for you, okay."

I rarely eat marshmallows. My mother is afraid that I will get cavities, so what to do is really difficult. I kept chanting "marshmallow...marshmallow..." Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind. Marshmallow is as its name suggests. The material should require cotton, and sugar is enough. I made up my mind and just did it.

"Where should I find cotton? "I clapped my hands and shouted, yes, there must be cotton in the quilt. At the same time, other cotton in the quilt fled everywhere. I didn't care about cleaning up the mess, so I rushed into the kitchen to look for sugar. What I did in the kitchen was shocking, and finally , found the white sugar, quickly got the half bottle, and tasted it, eh? It tastes a bit weird, oh! I should roast it on the fire, and use a chopstick to pass through the "marshmallows", I thought happily. : It turns out that making marshmallows is so easy. I want to be a chef in the future. I smelled a smell of paste and immediately thought of marshmallows. When I saw them, half of them had already changed colors. : Never mind, as long as you can eat it, take it to my sister. But I also forgot one thing: I didn’t turn off the fire.

I said eagerly: "Sister, try it quickly." How does it taste? "My sister put it to her mouth and took a bite, and she cried immediately. Before I could figure out the situation, my mother came back and saw my sister crying. She thought I was bullying her and asked me what happened? I told her the whole story. .

My mother didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when she heard this, and said: “Don’t mess around next time. Come and clean up with me.

This is the most interesting thing in my childhood. Making "Marshmallow" Composition 7

"Great, great!" When I heard the news, I jumped three feet high with joy. Because my mother finally bought me a cotton candy machine. After eating, I can cook it myself! When I went to the zoo or amusement park in the past, the snow-white, fluffy, and sweet marshmallows at the entrance would make my mouth water every time. Now, I can eat them all at once. Enough.

First of all, I allocated the ingredients. In order to eat with confidence, I did not use colored sugar, only the purest white sugar. Plug in the power, load the sugar, press the switch, and start heating. Unexpectedly, because I was in a hurry and didn't read the instructions, I added too much sugar. As soon as the machine started working, all the sugar was thrown out and sprayed all over the kitchen. , which made me nervous.

After learning this lesson, I carefully read the operating steps in the instruction manual, heated it first, and then slowly put sugar in it. After a while, I smelled a sweet and familiar smell, but I never looked at it. There are white threads on the candy stick. I remember when they sold marshmallows, it seemed easy to make. After a few twists, the marshmallows came out, but I didn't get any sugar threads for a long time. I couldn't help but become impatient again. I was about to give up and asked my mother to help me. White sugar threads miraculously appeared in front of me, one by one, covering the top of the machine. They were so beautiful. I quickly put the candy sticks in and slowly The ground rotates, wrapping these sugar strands layer by layer, and gradually becomes a big ball-like, snow-white, fluffy, fragrant marshmallow. Before I finished it, I couldn't help but take a lick. It was so good, this is the taste! After a few minutes, my marshmallow was finally "freshly baked". It was so soft and tempting! I smacked my lips and wanted to eat it right away. Finally, the attractive white marshmallow stopped in front of me. When I took a bite, I could only describe my mood as "sweet" in two words. The marshmallow melted quietly in my mouth, and the thick, soft, and sweet taste stayed with me all night.

Through the small matter of making marshmallows, I learned that you can’t just watch and do many things. Only by practicing them can you truly master them, and only by trying them yourself can you appreciate the meaning of them. pleasure. Making "marshmallows" composition 8

In the past, marshmallows were bought on the street, but today's marshmallows are made by ourselves.

I saw a huge cotton candy machine on the table. It was wearing a red dress and had English letters reflected on it! It doesn’t have a single hair left, and its head is as smooth as a ball. It’s so fun!

At the beginning, the teacher prepared a bag full of white sugar. The white sugar inside was like pieces of broken glass, like grains of sand, and sparkling like stars. Then the teacher poured the white sugar into the marshmallow machine. The white sugar was like naughty children, rushing to jump into the machine.

The machine rotates rapidly, like a rotating disk, like a running wheel, or like a dancing top. Slowly, the machine's head was covered with thin and long sugar strands. The sugar strands were soft, like a sponge full of holes, and fragrant, with a rich toffee flavor. Look at it like this, if you don't roll it up, the sugar strands will fall off. I hurriedly picked up a chopstick and imitated the action of the uncle in the shop. I originally thought it was very simple, but I just couldn't control the direction of my hand skillfully. If I didn't pay attention, the rolled up marshmallow would hit the running gear. This is I seemed to hear it saying: Be careful, I just got my hair cut! Don't ruin this hairstyle. But the machine smacked its lips greedily and said, "The marshmallow tastes so good!" ”

Finally rolled it up, my marshmallow looked like a crescent moon. I gently pinched a little bit with my hand and put it in my mouth. It melted by itself without biting it. After a long time, it will Dots of small yellow sugar particles appeared on the surface of the marshmallow. When I took a bite, it was as crunchy as an apple. After a while, the soft marshmallow melted in my mouth.

Although my marshmallows are not very pretty, in my eyes, those made by myself are always the best! "Marshmallow" Composition 9

Today is my 10th birthday, a gift from my mother. I bought a marshmallow machine. I couldn’t wait to open the box after I got it. This is what I have been looking forward to for a long time!

This machine has a white outer body and two small tubes inside. , these two small tubes can emit heat. Now we are starting to do it. I am excited and nervous at the same time. I carefully turn on the switch, preheat it for about two minutes, then turn off the switch and put the rock sugar in the hair. There was a small black turntable on the iron bar frame above the heat pipe. When I turned on the switch, the small black turntable began to spin rapidly. I was so scared that I hid aside and watched from a distance. Not long after, there was something like cotton inside. Like, or spider web-like rock sugar strands came out. I watched my mother take a bamboo skewer, gently scrape a circle in its round shell, and then put the bamboo skewer a little on the black plate. I started to roll it up quickly, and after a while, a fluffy marshmallow was successfully made.

I was so envious that my mother was doing it so well that I couldn't help but eager to try it. My mother started to learn how to make it. Suddenly, a few strands of silk that had just come out flew away. I was shocked. My mother smiled and said that this was a normal phenomenon, because there was a breeze when the machine was running. The rock sugar silk was very light, so it was inevitable that it would A little bit was blown away. After listening to my mother's words, my hanging heart finally dropped, and I continued to roll it. Ah, I finally made a marshmallow, but at first glance, it was not fluffy at all. , it didn’t look good, but after all, it was made by myself, and I felt happy when I saw it.

I let my mother take a bite first, and she said it tasted really good, so I tasted it too. Look, wow, it’s so sweet! How about it, my craftsmanship is not bad! Composition 10 of making "marshmallows"

Seeing the white clouds floating in the blue sky always reminds me of a scene from my childhood. An interesting story.

I was only six years old at that time. One day after school, my mother bought me a marshmallow. The fluffy marshmallow looked like snow-white clouds in the sky. It was extremely light, shaking gently on the thin bamboo stick in my hand. The sugar powder stuck to it shone, and an alluring aroma hit my nostrils. I was so greedy that my saliva almost dripped. I took three sips. I put the marshmallow into my mouth in two bites. The sweet aroma along the way was really unforgettable.

When I got home, my mother was busy cooking in the kitchen. The fragrant marshmallows made my eyes light up. By the way, let’s make a “Liu Xiang Brand” marshmallow.

I sneaked into the bedroom, unzipped the quilt, pulled out a large handful of snow-white cotton and made it into a ball, then quietly sneaked into the kitchen, took a chopstick while my mother wasn't paying attention, and inserted it into the Put it on the cotton, and then stick it with a little water. I took a bite of the "marshmallow" I made and found it dry and not delicious at all. "Well, what's the reason?" "By the way, we need to put sugar in it!" I quickly brought the sugar bowl, scooped a spoonful of sugar and sprinkled it on the cotton, then took another bite. It was sweet, but I couldn't chew it. At this time, my mother happened to come in, saw the cotton on my hands and corners of my mouth, and asked me what was going on, so I had to tell her the whole story honestly. My mother laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight: "Oh, little idiot! That's not how marshmallows are made."

When school was over the next day, the marshmallow seller came again. My mother took me to the side and watched carefully. I saw the man put the candy into the machine with one hand and held a bamboo chopstick close to the exit. When one end of the bamboo chopstick was wrapped with a few white threads, he quickly turned the chopstick. The white silk is wound more and more, and in a blink of an eye, a large ball of fragrant marshmallow is ready.

Oh, you have to understand everything before doing anything, otherwise it will be a joke. Making "marshmallows" Composition 11

Childhood life is like a colorful dream, like a bunch of delicious marshmallows, but childhood time is gone forever like a bunch of running water, but the interesting past events are forever Can't forget.

When I was about 5 years old, there was an old man selling marshmallows at the entrance of the kindergarten. He used his hoarse voice to sell marshmallows. The strings of soft cotton candy were like colored balls. , placed on the cart that sells goods, has a unique appeal to me. There are children standing next to the cart, and everyone is attracted by the marshmallows like white clouds. I squeeze next to it, watching intently. , I saw the old man selling marshmallows holding a stick and putting some sugar in a big turntable. The white, soft and soft bubbles were rolled up like cotton filaments. The marshmallows were made in the big turntable. Watching Delicious marshmallows were bought for me by my mother-in-law who was about to pick me up from kindergarten. My mother-in-law bought marshmallows for me. This was my first time eating marshmallows. I bit into them and they were soft and sweet.

What’s interesting is that when I got home, while my mother-in-law went to the balcony to pack clothes, I went to the room to find some cotton, went to the kitchen, picked up the soup pot and put it on the induction cooker, holding a chopstick in my hand. Just like the old man, I turned the soup pot and put the sugar in, but it just couldn't form. I was very anxious and saw smoke coming out of the soup pot. At this time, my mother-in-law walked into the kitchen and hurriedly turned off the power and said to me: "This is very uncomfortable." Danger, what are you doing? There is sugar everywhere." I said, "Mother-in-law, isn't that how the old man who sells marshmallows at the entrance of the kindergarten makes marshmallows?" My mother-in-law continued. ,: "That requires skills. You can't make marshmallows without learning the skills. It is based on the principle of heating sugar in a turntable through a small fire. When you grow up and go to school, the teacher will teach you This knowledge.” After listening to my mother-in-law’s words, I understood.

Today I thought of the fun things I did in my childhood. I couldn’t help laughing. I can’t forget my childhood, which was innocent and happy. Making "Marshmallows" Composition 12

Everyone has eaten marshmallows, right? But none of us have ever done it ourselves. A few days ago, my mother bought a cotton candy machine from the Internet, and it finally arrived today!

It looks very beautiful and is pink in color. As soon as I finish unpacking the package, I can’t wait to make marshmallows. But because we were afraid that the marshmallow machine would not be clean, we washed it first. Oh, by the way, I just forgot to tell you that this cotton candy machine is a mini version! After washing, my mom and dad and I heated up the marshmallow machine. When it heated to a certain level, we could put sugar in it! Although the heating process only lasted five minutes, I felt that the time was extremely long, as if fifty minutes had passed.

Finally, the marshmallow machine started to heat up. I was very excited and put the sugar prepared in advance little by little into the small slot in the middle of the marshmallow machine specially for sugar. The silent marshmallow machine suddenly started singing! It buzzed like a small honey front, and after a while, thin, silk-like marshmallows came out. I was very happy, so I picked up a small sky-blue star stick given by the seller, and followed the example of those who sold marshmallows before, and quickly rolled up the thin sugar strands on the machine. After a while, a mini marshmallow is ready! The greedy little cat in me immediately tore off a little bit with my hands and put it in my mouth to taste. ah! So sweet! The marshmallows melted as soon as they entered my mouth. I also felt that the marshmallows I made were not as greasy as the outside ones, and had a sweet feeling, which was very good!

Later, I brought the marshmallows to share with my parents, and they both said they were delicious! I just felt that just making one was not enough. Later, my parents also made one each. Not to mention how happy they were. This is my first time making marshmallows. If students want to do it, they are more than welcome to come to my house and make marshmallows with me! Making "Marshmallows" Composition 13

In the evening, I was walking on the street and occasionally saw a small vendor selling marshmallows. They were not the pure white ones I used to eat when I was a child, but they were red and blue. There are colored ones. The smell of marshmallows spreads in the dim light and shadow of the night. Little by little, the sugar strands of memory are extracted and merged into a sweet ocean. I still remember the first time I saw marshmallows. An ordinary thin wooden stick was slowly wrapped in circles of sugar threads in the hands of a vendor, like a pure white, wrapped cocoon. . Seeing other people's intoxicated expressions while eating, I clamored and wanted to have one, but my mother told me there was nothing I could do.

The second time I went out with my friends. It was almost winter at that time. The wind was blowing among the people and light snowflakes were floating in the sky. On the road, they saw the white marshmallows in the hands of the vendor, and the two of them bought them without hesitation. Gently touch the sugar thread with the tip of your tongue. In an instant, the sugar thread has been melted into the warmth, turning into a little bit of sweetness, making your heart slowly sink. Occasionally, when licking lightly, some white sugar threads will be inadvertently stained on the chin. When looking at each other, they can't help but laugh at each other's funny appearance. The smile is very clear and bright, which brings joy to the cold winter. A touch of hard-earned warmth. There were only a few pedestrians on the street. Walking on the street seemed a bit empty and quiet. The two of them walked away step by step with pure white marshmallows in their hands and the sound of "crunching" in the snow under their feet. Disappeared into pure white. The harsh and noisy sound of buying and selling brought me back to reality from the fantasy world. Then everyone took out their money and took the colorful marshmallow. It was blue, a very deep blue.

Licking the blue sugar strands with the tip of my tongue, although it still has a hint of sweetness, I always feel that something is missing, and my heart is empty. I only know how to nod and lick candy mechanically, but I no longer have the joy of childhood.

As the sun sets, a person’s shadow is stretched very long, and there still seems to be some traces of marshmallows left at the corners of his mouth.

I love marshmallows, as sweet as I love candy! Making "Marshmallow" Composition 14

I am very happy today! Because I made a red marshmallow myself in composition class.

Maybe you have never made marshmallows? Let me tell you how.

I first put the red sucrose into the sugar tray of the marshmallow machine, and then pressed the switch, and the filament of the marshmallow machine immediately turned red. After a while, the shiny sugar shreds ran out, and I immediately took a bamboo stick to roll the sugar shreds. I turned the bamboo stick, rolled and rolled, and the sugar strands were wrapped around the bamboo stick. I kept going around, and after a while, a cotton "fat doll" came out. I licked it, it was so sweet!

In just a few bites, I ate the marshmallow I made. But I still wanted to eat. Seeing other students still doing it, I stretched my arms and picked out some shredded sugar with a bamboo skewer. Originally, I wanted to pick more, but many students gathered around the marshmallow machine and I couldn't squeeze in, so I could only pick a few candies from a distance. The students are all greedy cats: some stretched their necks long like giraffes; some were eaten up in the blink of an eye as soon as they were cooked; some kept stirring in the protective shield with bamboo sticks, I want to fish out the candy stuck on the protective shield and eat it.

The most interesting thing is that when He Tiantian was sitting in her seat writing a composition, a piece of candy suddenly flew onto her composition book, like a pig falling from the sky. However, this piece of candy did not fall from the sky. The greedy Xinyi wanted to pick out the candy piece from the protective shield. She used too much force and the candy piece flew over. When He Tiantian saw it, he stretched out his hand and the candy immediately came into her mouth. Hahaha, so funny!

Today’s composition class not only has marshmallows to eat, but you can also make them yourself, and you can also have friends to play with. I am so happy! Making "Marshmallow" Composition 15

I believe many people know about marshmallows. Marshmallows are snow-white, puffy and very delicious. However, making marshmallows is not easy for beginners. It was easy. With my mother’s encouragement and my own persistence, I successfully made marshmallows.

I washed my hands clean first. This was my first time making marshmallows by myself. I was so excited. I quickly found the marshmallow ingredients from the house, and my mother put them together. The cotton candy machine was moved to the table.

I started making marshmallows. I took a small spoonful of white sugar and placed it in the sugar tray of the machine. I thought if I turned on the switch and the sugar tray rotated rapidly, the sugar would splash out of the machine. Come out! My mother seemed to see what I was thinking, and pressed the switch decisively. There was a "buzz" sound, and I jumped up in fright. I saw streams of light smoke coming out of the machine, and the sweet smell of sugar floated out. come out. I picked up a pink plastic stick, followed my mother's example, and gently placed it on top of the transparent receiving plate. At this time, many sugar strands appeared on the plate. I gently placed the plastic stick on the mouth of the machine. I quickly turned it around a few times, hey, why can’t it be rolled up? The technique was wrong, the force used was too small, so I held the plastic stick with both hands at the same time, and rotated it with both hands. It was so magical. The sugar shreds stuck tightly to the plastic stick as if there was magnetism. I was excited. Great, one minute, two minutes, three minutes... Five minutes passed. All the sugar in the sugar plate had turned into sugar strands, and I rolled them onto the plastic stick. I raised the marshmallows I made high. , but if you look closely, you can see why the marshmallows I made are so small, and they don’t feel puffy, like a shriveled corn cob.

I patiently started making it again. I remembered the method of making marshmallows and finished the second marshmallow a little clumsily. This time it looked better than the first one. , it became a bit round, but I was still not satisfied, so I tried the pattern again and again, doing better every time, and finally succeeded. The snow-white marshmallows were placed in front of my eyes, "It's so beautiful!" I said I thought to myself, I couldn't help but take a small bite, it melted in my mouth, so sweet!

My mother once told me: "Failure is the mother of success." Without failure, there would be no success. With my own efforts and persistence, I successfully made a tempting marshmallow. My heart is sweet.