What words can be replaced in an essay for cooking

Today at noon, I decided to cook a delicious and delicious cabbage.

I first took a big cabbage, plucked all the leaves, and then put it in a basin, took a basin of water, touched it with my hands one by one, and washed it very cleanly, and the washed leaves looked very tender and green. After washing, I put the vegetables in the basket and tore them into small pieces piece by piece with my hands.

Then, I got a little oil in the pot, lit the fire, and when the oil was half-ripe, I put the cabbage evenly into it, and then, immediately picked up a shovel and stir-fried vigorously, and after a while, the cabbage was almost ripe, I put a little vinegar, and a little soy sauce, and a little oil, and then, I put a little salt, and a little chicken essence to taste, and then, I continued to pick up the spatula to stir-fry, and finally I took the lid and covered the pot, and it was stuffy for a while, and then I lifted the lid, A thick steam wafted towards me, and the smell of cabbage greeted me, and the oil in the pot jumped at me on the cabbage, like a large group of lively and lovely children playing happily on the grass, I saw it, left and right, but I still couldn't avoid them naughty children. My hands were scalding in several places as I stir-fried, and when I saw that the food was almost done, I turned off the heat, and the naughty little children disappeared, leaving only the green grass, and I put the dishes on a plate and served them on the table.

We ate the food I cooked and my heart was as sweet as honey, because I had learned to cook it!

Cooking, it looks more stylish.

The sound of "bang" cooking in the kitchen, followed by the sound of "knock knock" chopping vegetables, coupled with the sound of "bang" tap water into the pot and the collision of porcelain bowls and pans, intertwined into a symphony of "kitchen band".

Dad is like a spinning tornado, and the greens in the pool are busy grinding shredded meat before they are scooped up. Didn't pay the slightest attention to the oil that was smoking in the pan.

Oops, **! "I saw the flames rising in the pot at the door, and I cried out in surprise. Dad heard a 180-degree spin and put the dishes in the pool into the pot one by one, and the flames were pressed down.

As soon as the waves subsided, the water in the pool overflowed from the pool like a flood without an embankment. Hey, "The fire has just been extinguished and the flood is about to be fought again" - Dad only cared about putting out the fire, but forgot to turn off the water. But Dad was unequivocal and drained the water in three or two clicks.

There is no danger, and it is finally time to serve. But everyone looked at a few dishes on the table and couldn't help but "sigh". The green greens turned into a black and slimy "plasticine"; The crystal clear soup turned into a river full of "black boats"; Even the boiled tomato eggs that I like to eat have been turned into dry scrambled tomatoes, and there is no moisture at all, but what about the eggs?

Most of them have become "scorched eggs".These signs tell us, "Daddy is messing up again."

I barely managed to take a sip of the soup, and I just didn't want to eat it anymore, like drinking sugar water. Dad swapped the sugar and salt again. What was originally a dish with sugar has become an endless "sea", all of which are salty and bitter.

In order not to lose face for himself, Dad gulped down the "dinner" he made, and we saw that he was really crying and laughing when we saw his reluctant look.

The sound of "bangbang" came from afar. Yesterday evening, I came home from school. The sound of "whoosh" came to mind again.

I knocked on the door, and my mother came out and opened the door. I went to the kitchen to take a look. It turned out that the "whoosh" sound just now was the sound of my mother washing vegetables.

I looked at my mother, my mother first put the washed mushrooms on the table, and my mother cut the freshly washed mushrooms into pieces with a bright kitchen knife. I couldn't help but say: Mom, you're so amazing.

Mom put the freshly cut mushrooms in the pot again. I crept up to my mother to see how she copied the food. I saw my mother light a fire, and my mother took out a handful of vegetable oil from the kitchen cabinet.

Mom opened the lid of the vegetable oil and poured it down slowly, falling to the center of the pot bit by bit, and suddenly, the oil was flooded with small bubbles. Mom picked up another handful of salt and put it in the pot. After a while, there was a "pop" in the pot.

As soon as I got home, I heard the sound of chopping vegetables...

The name of the dish is egg yolk strawberry, and as the name suggests, it is made with egg yolk and strawberry, and although the name sounds like it is easy to make, it is very rare to make.

We first went to the supermarket to buy fresh strawberry eggs and jam, and when we got home, we washed the strawberries with water, and then broke the eggs into a bowl.

Open the pot first, rinse it well, sprinkle the egg juice into the pot, **, I carefully copied the eggs in reverse, and I was coming to copy, my eyes stared at the eggs in the pot, and I was a little scared, will it be fried? Will it be hot? I added chopped green onions to the pan again, and immediately, the eggs became the usual scrambled eggs, and my nervousness finally calmed down.

The next step is strawberries.

Of course, the strawberries can't be fried, so I turned on the microwave, put half a pot of strawberries in the box in the microwave, and put them in order, to have a look, no, I suddenly saw a bunch of broken strawberries, I quickly picked them out, and when I was sure that everything was arranged, I closed the door, pressed the button, and lit it for 10 minutes. I was afraid that the eggs would get cold, so I got a box and put them up.

After 10 minutes, I turned on the microwave oven, the strong strawberry smell inside infected me, I opened it to see, no paste, strawberries became hot, I put the eggs on a **, regularly placed, and then put the red strawberries next to and on top of the eggs, and then sprinkled jam and green onions on the top of the plate, the dish was ready, I tasted it, although it was not as delicious as I imagined, but in my opinion, it was indeed a perfect dish.

Today, the teacher left a special assignment, which was to watch the parents cook, so I went home and witnessed my mother cooking.

Mom made potato chips, and prepared potatoes, chili peppers, salt, chopped green onions, monosodium glutamate, soy sauce, cooking wine, sugar, and chicken essence. Mom washed the potatoes first, then peeled them and set them aside for later use. Then cut the peppers, cut the potatoes into slices, then chop the green onions and start stir-frying!

Put the potatoes, chili, salt, sugar, garlic, cooking wine, soy sauce, chicken essence and monosodium glutamate into the pot one after another, simmer for a while and fry for a while, the potatoes will be soft and yellow, and the fragrance of the potatoes will also float out. After putting the potato chips on the plate, wow! A plate of colorful potato chips was stir-fried and I couldn't wait to taste it, wow!

It's delicious. Part 2] Watch your mother cook food.

Today, I want to cook my own food for everyone when I grow up, so I went to the kitchen to watch my mother cook. My mom told me to eat braised pork ribs today. I listened and couldn't help but jump because it was my favorite.

Mom first washed the ribs, onions and other ingredients cut into pieces. Turn on the switch of the gas hood, light the fire, pour the yellow oil into the pan and overheat it. Then I heard a 'squeak' and saw that my mother had put the ribs in the pot.

She flipped the whole rib over with a spatula, like a swimmer. Wait until both sides turn yellow, then discard the excess oil. Mom adds soy sauce, onion, and sugar to the ribs.

Only by adding will there be a color to make the ribs have a color, adding onions to be fragrant, and adding sugar to be delicious. ”

After listening to my mother's words, sure enough, I smelled a burst of meat aroma and couldn't help but want to taste it. But my mother said, "Don't worry, it's still early!"

Mom turned down the heat and let the ribs dull in the pan for another ten minutes. The braised pork ribs finally appeared, and everyone ate with relish. Yes!

Mom's pork ribs are so delicious!

Chapter 3] Watch your mother cook.

My mom cooks a good dish, but it's delicious. The best thing is the smoldered flat fish, that taste! It really makes me have a lot of memories. Once, I watched with interest the whole process of her cooking this dish.

Mom's cooking action is very fast, she is used to cooking this dish, first from the selection of ingredients, scraping the scales, removing the gills, dissecting the intestines, then washing, smearing with oil for ten minutes. At the same time, prepare condiments such as onions, garlic and ginger for the pot. When the pan is hot, pour some oil and sprinkle some coarse salt on the pan to avoid the fish from sticking to the bottom of the pan.

Put a big flat fish into the pot in the hot pan and cold oil, only hear the sound of swishing, and then turn the fish in the pot up and down, after showing golden brown, sprinkle onions, garlic and ginger, pour some cooking wine, dark soy sauce, water, chicken essence, vinegar, and then cover the pot and simmer on low heat for about eight minutes, then sprinkle some garlic leaves, a plate of smoldered flat fish with full color and fragrance. That fish smell can really arouse the cravings in my little belly!

This essay is simply wonderful, who is the writer? I copied it and handed it in today, but there was not a single typo in the whole team?

You can write that I can fry lotus root slices for my mother or anything, you just have to use your imagination.

Once my mother was not at home, I could only let my father burn it, and I would be suspicious that my mother usually cooked, and my father had never touched these things, how could he be, and my father knew what I was going to say when he saw me like this, and he said happily to me, and I will burn it for you today to eat Dad's handiwork. It was almost noon, and my father went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and as soon as I got home, my father ran into the kitchen to listen to someone, and after a while, I heard it on the cutting board.

I can stir-fry.

Today, I made scrambled eggs with tomatoes because it's my favorite dish.

First, wash the tomatoes. I thought I could just say yes, but my mother said I had to rub it, otherwise it wouldn't be clean enough, so I rubbed it again.

Then I cut the tomatoes into cubes. While cutting, I thought, "What if I cut off a finger?" "So I cut the tomatoes carefully. When you're done, put the tomatoes on a plate.

This is followed by egg beating. I tapped an egg against the edge of the bowl and cracked it, but when I broke it, two pieces of eggshells fell into the bowl. Mom picked them up.

When I cracked the second egg, I slammed it on the edge of the bowl and it shattered, and this time no splinters fell.

After stir-frying, you should first put oil, then scramble the eggs, take them out after sfrying, put the tomatoes into the pot, and finally fry them together. Add some water and salt while stir-frying and cook for a while. When igniting, if the fire is not lit, press it a few more times, and if it doesn't work, start again.

Don't be too slow when lighting and turning off the fire, otherwise the gas will leak out and you will be poisoned.