Composition of Kitchen Description (1)

I lay on the table and looked at my grandmother who was dealing with a spatula in the kitchen.

It was getting dark slowly, and the lamplight, which was yellow with oil smoke, was flickering, and the lights were sprinkled on Grandma's hair, and the dishes with all colors, smells and flavors were served on the table. Deep down in my heart, the seeds that want to learn how to cook sprout. These days, because of the "invasion" of the new coronavirus, I have stayed at home every day and learned to cook with my "master". After my "retreat", dishes of good food soon followed, but one of my best skills is my new dish - "Fried Double Mushrooms".

"Shuanggu" is short for shiitake mushroom and mushroom. The ingredients of this dish are simple: edible oil, salt, soy sauce, shiitake mushroom, mushroom and a little scallion. First, I wash the mushrooms and mushrooms and cut them into pieces and put them on the plate. The first step is to pour oil. I pour a little edible oil into the pan, then hold the handle of the pan with both hands, gently shake the pan, so that the oil is evenly distributed in the bottom of the pan. Then pour the "double mushrooms" into the oil pan after it is hot, stir it with a shovel constantly, then add about half a bowl of water, and continue to stir it with a shovel. When the oil meets the water, it makes a sound of "Zizi", splashing small drops of water as if they want to play with the shovel, and the whole kitchen is bustling with noise. Then I put soy sauce and a spoonful of salt in the pot, continued to stir, and then covered the pot and simmered for 5 minutes on medium heat. After a while, the fragrance slipped out of the crack and got into my nose. The delicious smell filled the whole kitchen. Finally, turn off the fire and pour out the "double mushrooms" in the pot, put them into a plate, sprinkle with scallions to symbolize the end, and then "stir fry the double mushrooms".

I served the freshly baked "fried double mushrooms" on the table. Slips of white gauze like smoke drifted upward and gradually disappeared. After a closer look, the mushrooms and mushrooms were fried until they were smooth and shiny. With chopsticks, I gently picked up a piece of mushrooms and put it into my mouth. The taste was smooth and palatable. It had been burned very crisply. It melted in the mouth and was delicious! Although this dish is very common, it has made everyone who has eaten meat for several days extremely happy, and they can't bear to put down their chopsticks after eating it!

Watching my family eat my own cooking, I felt a sense of pride and warm in my heart. For Mr. Lao She, raising flowers is a kind of life interest; For me, cooking may be my taste in life. I like cooking, like the dish of "fried double mushrooms", and like the busy figure in the kitchen, which may be the reason why I like cooking so much.

Composition of Kitchen Description (2)

One day, I came to my aunt's house as a guest. Just entering the house, I seemed to hear my stomach saying, "I'm so free! I need food, food.

When I went into the kitchen, I saw that my aunt was making delicious braised meat. She turned on the tap, and the water flowed down, washing the meat until it was smooth. Then she cut the meat into rows, poured the oil into the pot, and fried the sugar. After the sugar melted, she poured the meat into the pot row by row, It looks like a lot of diving masters, making a "sizzling" sound, and onions, ginger and garlic also came to join in the excitement. It's like a grand banquet together.

Then, add water, let them stew in water for a while, "goo doo doo", sprinkle soy sauce on them, and then apply bean curd milk, just like applying sunscreen, and then stew for a while, and the delicious braised meat will be ready!

Aunt brought up the braised pork, and I couldn't wait to eat a piece of it. Ah, it was delicious!

This is really the most wonderful kitchen symphony I have ever heard. There are not only wonderful music, but also delicious food. I'm really full of praise!

Composition of Kitchen Description (3)

Today, my mother went out to do something. I want to make an egg fried rice for my mother to surprise her!

I washed the pan and the tap water made a sound like a sand hammer. I took out four eggs from the refrigerator, one of which was so naughty that it jumped out of my hand and jumped into the pot with a sound of "dong". I broke the rest of the eggs and put them into the pot, 'sizzling' like a snake spitting out a letter. I flipped the eggs with a spatula for several times and made a sound like a drum. After a while, I put the rice into the pot and stir fried it for several times. After a while, I put the egg fried rice out. It's really delicious!

After a while, my mother came back. I came to my mother with fried egg rice. My mother took it and immediately tasted it. She said, "It's full of love!"

Composition of Kitchen Description (4)

My mother is very good at cooking. Although she can eat her dishes every day, she always feels fresh again and again, and can't eat enough.

Today, my mother was off duty and said that she was going to make my favorite "fish flavored shredded pork". I got excited immediately when I heard that, so I followed my mother to buy vegetables. Not long after, my mother and I bought white tender bamboo shoots, red peppers, black fungus and fresh meat. When I got home, my mother first washed the bamboo shoots, peppers, fungus and meat pieces under the tap, then cut the meat into shreds with a sharp kitchen knife, cut the pepper into strips, cut the fungus into dices, and cut the bamboo shoots into pieces. Mother cut vegetables beautifully and quickly. Her arm did not move, but she waved the knife up and down with her wrist. Unlike my father, he seems to exert all his strength and shout tired after cutting vegetables. Mother cut vegetables evenly, no matter in pieces or slices. Everything was ready, and the cooking began. The oil pan was creaking in the kitchen, and the food was rushing up from the pan. I was really worried about the food coming out. Just then, my mother grabbed the handle of the pan and turned over, and the food obediently returned to the pan. It seemed that my worry was unnecessary. When the cooking was almost done, my mother dug a little water with a spatula, frowned, narrowed her eyes, pursed her mouth, and took a sip of the vegetable juice to taste the salty.

Finally, my mother brought out the "fish flavored shredded meat" from the kitchen. It smells delicious and has a strong color. It's really delicious!

Composition of Kitchen Description (5)

Every day, when I go home, I can always see my mother busy in the kitchen.

Mother always seems to be so busy that I haven't seen her stop.

One day, I went into the kitchen and on a whim, I was ready to help my mother. When I got into the kitchen, I helped my mother wash vegetables. After washing, I watched my mother cooking.

One dish is fried meat with green pepper. Green peppers were just thrown into the pot, and a stream of smoke floated out. Although there was an exhaust fan, I was still choking and coughing. Mom is the same as me, but she still needs to put spices and other things. My mother felt worse than me, but she was afraid that if she walked away for a while, the food would be burnt.

When I finished eating, I seldom washed the dishes and said to my mother, "Mom, I will wash the dishes today. You can have a rest." My mother hesitated for a while and agreed.

It's winter now, and the water is very cold. When I turned on the tap, the water splashed on my hand, just like a needle. Only then did I understand why my mother hesitated before.

I think: most of the winter, my mother washed it like this! After a while, I can't stand it. My mother washed the dishes and chopsticks for three meals a day.

Until today, I really understand and understand how hard my mother is.

Only by trying, can you really understand how your mother spends her weekdays. Usually we always say that mother is hard and mother is tired, but who really knows her mother?

Mother's hand is like a conductor's baton in a musician's hand. Why? Because every day my mother plays the "symphony" with a "baton" in the kitchen, and when she comes back from shopping, the symphony will start again.

"Hua Hua Hua......" This is the only singing of Shuidi. Mother began to bathe the vegetables. Sister Tomato and Sister Green Pepper happily jumped into the water to take a bath. "Sand..." This is the chorus of rice and water drops. Listening to the voice, I knew my mother was washing rice. "Chop, chop, chop..." It seems that the chopping board and the kitchen knife are out, and the kitchen knife is happily tap dancing on the chopping board. Soon, the prelude was over.

Mother began to play, and the oil in the pot made a harsh sound, "Zizizizi..." Is it the oil working in the pot? "Pi li pa la" It seems that some of the oil is too naughty, and can't wait to splash it out of the pot. Slowly, the voice is reduced, and it is estimated that mother has turned down the fire. "Cluck" This is the egg drumming in the bowl. The yolk and egg white slipped into the bowl like a slide. "Da Da Da Da..." It was my mother beating eggs. "Zila, Pilila..." The eggs ran into the oil, and the tomatoes also came to join in the fun. "Pilila" How loudly they played! The hottest part is over.

"Cha Cha......" At last, the food shovel went out, driving all the dishes out of the pot and sweeping them off the stage. "Dinner is over!" Mom shouted, and the symphony in the kitchen ended, and a delicious meal appeared.

In this way, my mother played symphonies in the kitchen with her nimble hands, and this baton also shook my mother's love.

I have eaten hundreds of thousands of dishes, but my favorite food is always made by my mother, because what my mother makes is not only delicious, but also contains my mother's love for me. My mother has long hair and eyes. She has a pair of dexterous hands, and many ingredients will turn into beautiful pictures in her hands, which makes people more memorable. Once, I had a fever. My stomach was like a deflated balloon. My stomach kept growling and my stomach was flat. My mother asked me what I wanted to eat, and I shook my head with all my strength. My mother ran downstairs immediately. After a while, she held a bowl of porridge and a plate of shredded pork with mustard tuber in her hand. There was a salted duck egg in the porridge. Although it looked very light, it tasted good. Soon, I finished eating, and my illness soon recovered.

Another time, my father's comrades in arms came to my house. They were all from Beijing. My mother cooked many dishes with Jiangnan characteristics, including steamed hairy crabs, champion hooves, Yangzhou fried rice, Taihu Sanbai... We couldn't help picking up chopsticks and eating. The best thing to eat was champion hooves. The meat was plump, fragrant but not greasy, and delicious. Yangzhou fried rice is golden in color, full of fragrance, and easy to import. Everyone praises it and asks my mother for advice on cooking skills. My mother said: "Cooking requires not only ingredients, but also main ingredients, secrets, and the most important thing is to have a sincere and loving heart."

My mother is a person who cares not only about the kitchen but also about the family. The food she cooks is delicious because she cooks with one heart, so we all love to eat. This is our kitchen god.