Essay on making dumplings

Make dumplings. Tonight, our family sat around the TV, watching TV and making dumplings. This time, I also joined the ranks of making dumplings.

We started making dumplings, my dad rolled the dough, and my mom and I made dumplings together. I picked up a dough, picked up some dumpling filling with chopsticks, put it on the skin, and squeezed it with both hands, and the filling came out. I quickly closed the hole with a dough.

At this time, my mother had already packed more than a dozen.

I put down my chopsticks and walked over to my mother to see how she made dumplings. I followed my mother's example and picked up a dough and put it in my hand, and put an appropriate amount of dumpling filling in the middle of the dough, then aligned both sides of the dough, and with a gentle pinch, a bulging dumpling appeared. An hour passed, and we made two pots of dumplings.

Mom boiled water and prepared to cook dumplings. When the water boiled, we put the dumplings in the pot and slowly supported the bottom of the pot with a fishing stick, so as not to let the dumplings squeeze out or sink to the bottom. After a while, the pot gurgled and gurgled, and all the dumplings floated up, like a leaf boat floating on the lake.

I ate the dumplings tonight very deliciously, because it contains my labor.

Make dumplings. It's Saturday, the sky is drizzling, the weather is warm and cold, but I'm very excited. Why? Because I, a nerd who "stretches out my hands for clothes and opens my mouth for food", made a dumpling with my own hands.

In the morning, when I came home after finishing my essay, my mother told me to eat dumplings at noon and asked me, a person who never does housework, to help.

When I came to the kitchen, my mother had already mixed the dumpling filling, and she was waiting for me to wrap it! I looked at my parents and they wrapped a few, and thought, what's so difficult about this, it's too simple, so I picked up a dumpling wrapper, followed their example, put a big spoon of stuffing and wrapped it clumsily, wrapped it well, ha! This is like a dumpling, it's just a big-bellied general.

The first stuffing is too much, then the second one is a little less, I don't want to wrap it, it's flat, like a thin monkey San'er, it turns out that the stuffing is less, and even a few are the same. It's either fat or thin.

Looking at my father's skill, my heart itched, and I wished that I was as skilled as my father, and I stood there in a daze, not knowing where to start. Fortunately, my father extended a helping hand to me, he taught me to put the dumpling filling in moderation, not too much, not too little, and then fold the dumpling skin in half, then pinch one end of the dumpling and discount it inward, and then pinch it, and a few times in turn, a dumpling is done.

I tried to wrap a few of them the way my dad taught, hey! It's really good, although it's not as good as my dad's bag, but it's much stronger than my first bag, hey! I didn't expect that making dumplings also had such a big knowledge. Looks like I'm going to have to practice more in my life!

Eat dumplings! With my mother's shout, I ate the fruits of my labor, and my heart was happy.

2.On the road of life, it is inevitable that there will be unforgettable things, and the most memorable thing for me is the dumpling making time.

It was the evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year, and according to the customs of our hometown, every family had to make dumplings on the evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year, and different coins should be put in the dumplings. Seeing that the adults were busy, I also wanted to help them, but I couldn't intervene, so I had to beg my mother to let me try it, but my mother said that I was too young to make dumplings, so I couldn't help it. I had to plead with my second aunt again, but my second aunt couldn't help my stubborn grinding, so I had to compromise.

I picked up a piece of skin, put it on my left hand, took a spoon in my right hand, scooped a little bit of vegetables, and when I saw that it was too little, I picked up the spoon and scooped another spoonful of vegetables. I usually watch my mother make dumplings, and in less than a while, a dumpling is wrapped, but why haven't I pinched it for so long? I ran over to my mom and she said:

To make dumplings, you must first dip the edges of the dumplings in some water, otherwise the dumpling skin will be too dry and it will not be good to wrap it for a year. After a while, I finally wrapped it, only to see that it was a dumpling holding the general's stomach.

The water boiled, and I put the dumplings in the pot to boil, but who knows, the dumplings cracked as soon as they reached the edge of the pot, and the vegetables were sprinkled into the pot. The first time I made dumplings ended in failure.

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