Wonton Essay 500 Words

Wonton Essay 500 Words Part 1

Recently, there is a popular food program on TV - "China on the tip of the tongue". It turns out that there are so many special snacks in China! This can't help but make me think of my hometown: Nanjing. It has many snacks: duck blood vermicelli soup, osmanthus duck, big boiled dry silk ...... and I, the most favorite that extremely delicious spicy oil wontons.

Nanjing's wontons, can be described as color, aroma and taste. In the thick soup made from bones, wontons are full, grain spirit, a thin layer of translucent skin tightly wrapped around the pink meat filling, as a budding peach blossom. And a pinch of green onion sprinkled on top is more like the green leaves that embellish the flowers. Looking at the small and exquisite wontons, floating red oil bone broth and out of the smell, people can not help but "mouth watering three thousand feet" ah! I really can't wait to eat one, but as the saying goes, "you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry", eat wontons can't be eaten right away, you must first scoop up a puckered up your mouth to it gently blowing air.

This time, and then put into the mouth, savor. At once you will feel the meat filling smooth and smooth, the meat juice with the flavor in your tongue roll, so that your mouth is suddenly full of aroma, you will feel as if you roam in the sea of happiness. You will feel like you are swimming in a sea of happiness. When you swallow it, it seems that the aroma is still lingering between your lips and teeth! This mouthful, immediately increased appetite, three times five will finish a bowl, smack, really want to come back to a bowl ......

China's vast territory, a variety of exquisite dishes and delicious snacks are endless, which also indicates that our country is safe and sound, the people are more plentiful and well-fed. We live in this rainy environment, more hard work, learn real skills, so that our country more prosperous!

wonton essay 500 words Part 2

Another year of the Qingming Festival, the sheer spring rain pattered incessantly, falling in the soil, my heart followed a few minutes of cool. Sitting alone on the bed of the old house, looking out the window distracting rain, gently caressing the wood carving of the bed, as if to see the haggard yellow face of the grandfather, the tip of the nose can not help but a sour, and the eyes are also red. His body has been wasted by the years, but his eyes are still sharp, just in my eyes always kind and friendly.

I remember when I was seven years old, my neighbor's uncle raised a Tibetan mastiff, a strong sense of territory. After school, its dog house is always a must for me, a roar can scare me out of my mind, and sometimes to avoid it, I always lift my leg to run to my grandfather's house "to avoid disaster".

"Why did you come here again without saying a word? Your mom has to be more anxious, quickly go to make a phone call, really do not let people worry! Great grandfather at this time thick eyebrows tightly frowned, seriously reprimanded my behavior. Whenever I did this, I always kept my head down and acted as if it would never happen again. Grandfather sighed helplessly, saw that I had not eaten dinner, silently turned around, went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of my favorite ravioli. I devoured the ravioli, and then burped hard. The grandfather looked at me, this time also showed a rare smile, although only as a short-lived, but also let me satisfied and happy.

After eating, it is already full of stars, summer insects chirping crisp, I am also sleepy, fuzzy eyes, turn around and fall on the bed. "This child, really do not let people worry." Tai Grandfather chided in a small voice, tucking me in before slowly walking out of the room. I opened my eyes and peeped, his silhouette was drawn out by the moonlight, I don't know why, but at that moment, my grandfather's body, which had been bent by the years, seemed to have become tall and warm.

Nowadays, I can't eat my grandfather's bowl of hot wontons after school, but my grandfather's figure and face have been y imprinted in my mind. The pain may be healed, but the thought will not be interrupted, too grandfather must feel!

The rich aroma of the ravioli is not an ordinary bowl of ravioli, but the filling is made with love.

When I came home from school, I shut the cold wind out of the door, and the warm wind was mixed with the aroma, and there was a trace of warmth in my heart. At this time, my mother has been carrying a smoking hot bowl on the table, I was busy washing my hands, ready to taste its delicious food.

A closer look showed that it was ravioli, "made especially for you! Quickly taste it!" . Maybe it was my occasional comment about the good ravioli my classmates brought in the morning that made him take it to heart. I shrugged my shoulders, picked up the spoon, put it in the bowl, the spoon dipped into the soup, golden yellow oil spots one after another, turquoise green onions are floating far away, the bowl of ravioli is really like a graceful swan, they are white, untainted, and the drifting mist makes them poetic. In my mother's expectant eyes, I scooped up a, smooth skin like a goldfish's big fan tail, a tantalizing ` aroma strong, delicate, like a mother's hands. Just as I ate it, my mom asked, "How was it? Is it good?" I chewed it carefully, "It's ...... so delicious!" Mom's clenched hands relaxed. Another half bowl was added.

I gently stirred with a spoon, the bowl of wontons one by one swirling, colliding with each other, the thin skin of the bright red meat filling printed out. A few tiny shrimps are also playing in the soup. In my mom's loving smile, I happily ate the whole bowl.

The strong, salty aroma of the meal made me thirsty, and my mom came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes. I asked:

"Mom, what is the wonton filling made of ah, a little ...... salty ah!"

"Ah? Then guess what it's made with"

It's love, it must be, mom put more love in the wonton filling the first time she made wontons.

Ravioli Essay 500 Words Part 4

In this world, there are actually a lot of touching things.

--Title

Outside the house, the cold wind whistled, the willow tree lowered its head sadly, and from time to time there were a few cries of crows, a round of mutilated moon hanging over the branches.

I looked back at the clock before dinner. Hey! It's already eight o'clock. I had to lift the flashlight again and go out to forage for food. "Hohoho ~" a cold wind towards my face, I can not help but shiver. Suddenly, I found a "timely rain"-a grandmother selling wontons. I rushed up to her and called out to her. "Please give me a bowl of ravioli."

By the light of the moonlight, you can see that the grandmother's face is full of wrinkles, and her white hair is like a silver thread. She lit the night light, down the pot, seasoning, salvaging ...... wontons finally came out. "Be careful, don't burn, eat while it's hot, it's not good when it's cold, one **** five dollars." The grandmother said softly.

I dug into my pocket and took out the only twenty dollar bill I had. But for some reason, she only found me five dollars, and pedaled away.

The wind was blowing more and more, and the sky was getting darker and darker. I carried the wontons and walked slowly towards home, afraid of being blown away by the wind if I walked faster. "Wait!" I was startled, the voice was both familiar and a bit unfamiliar, extra loud in the silent night, surrounding my ears. I looked back, but it was the "timely rain". She was panting and sweating. "Little friend, just now the sky is too dark, I thought you gave me ten dollars, I'm really sorry." Said, handed the other ten dollars into my hand, and then hurriedly left.

I looked at that far away back, eyes stained with tears. At once, the wind, held its breath, the willows revitalized, the moonlight was like water, the night was so gentle.

ravioli essay 500 words Part 5

Kinship, an eternal topic. --Title

Once upon a time, there was a teenage girl who quarreled with her mother over some trivial hours and left home in a huff. As she walked, she saw a noodle stall in front of her. The smell of incense dipped into her nose, and the steaming chaos came into her eyes. Her stomach growled and she felt hungry. However, she felt all her pockets, but not even a single coin.

The owner of the noodle stall is a kind old woman, she saw the little girl standing over there, so she asked: "child ah, do you want to eat noodles?" "But ......" she said, a little embarrassed, "But I don't have any money--" "That's okay, I'll buy you some."

The old woman brought a bowl of chaos and a small dish of vegetables. The little girl was full of gratitude, picked up the bag, just eat two mouthfuls of tears can not help but cross from the cheeks, have fallen in the bowl ...... "What's wrong?" The old woman looked at her with a concerned twilight. "I'm fine, I'm just grateful." She busily wiped her tears and said to the old woman with a choked sob, "We just met in passing, and you are so kind to me. But do you know how my own mother treated me? When I quarreled with her, she even kicked me out and told me not to go back!"

Hearing this, the old woman said helplessly, "Child, just based on what you just said. I regret giving you this bowl of noodles! How can you think like that? I only cooked a bowl of chaos for you to eat, and you are so grateful to me, then your own mother has cooked for you for more than ten years, why don't you go and thank her? Why are you still fighting with her?"

The girl froze.

Sometimes, we are grateful for the "small favors" given by others, but we are "blind" to the kindness of our loved ones.

As the saying goes, our biggest mistake is to give the best temper to some outsiders, or even to our enemies; but to give the worst temper to the closest people around.

How many things have we done to apologize to our parents? How about them? In these ten years of life, they want to not want you, they can not want you, but they have? Why not? Because you are their closest person. Learn to save the best temper for the dearest people!

The first part of the story is about the ravioli, and the second part of the story is about the ravioli.

In fact, the reason why I am passionate about wontons is because its color, aroma and taste y attracted me. Let's start with its color. When the wonton skin was just bought, it was no different from the color of the pasta. However, when it is served, it becomes transparent like magic, and the meat inside is clearly visible. Clip in the bowl, above the water droplets drooling, looking at people's mouth watering three thousand feet. Smell, the flavor is really make people pass by stopping their feet and refusing to leave. Taste, the flavor is really called fresh, guarantee you eat still want to eat. As the saying goes, "It's better to hear than to see, and it's better to see than to taste."

Ravioli is very simple. That time, I learned to do it for the first time like this: the ingredients are mainly composed of vegetables and meat. The ratio of lean meat, oily meat and sparse vegetables is 7:2:1. first chop them up, then combine them together, mix well, and put some more ingredients, the filling is ready. To prepare the package. First, put the skin on the palm of your hand, then put a little bit of filling in the center of the skin, then put two corners of the skin to the intersection of the other two corners and pinch them tightly. Finally, overlap the two corners on the top edge and pinch them together so that the end is slightly raised, which makes it look better. A perfect ravioli is born! Isn't it very simple?

When a bowl of hot ravioli in front of me, I really can not stand the temptation of flavor, can not wait to take a bite, and guess what? Just listen to my "ah!" I said, "This thing should only be on the sky, where on earth a few times to taste ah!"

Now you know why I like to eat wontons, right? I especially love my own ravioli because it allows me to taste the joy of success!