How to write a composition about fried food?

1. How to write at the beginning of the composition about fried cakes? Crispy cakes in Huang Chengcheng are a unique food in my hometown. Every time I come back from school, I have to go to the corner of the market to buy fried cakes from Master Huang's stall, but when I went last month, Master Huang's fried cake stall disappeared, which made me feel very disappointed and inexplicable.

Master Huang's fried cake stall is an old stall in the market. I don't remember how many years have passed. An ordinary honeycomb briquette stove is equipped with a large iron pan with a special steel wire mesh and a big bamboo duster across it, which contains cakes to be fried. This is their business tool. But their fried cakes are famous in the local area, because they are unique in flour preparation, cake blank making and frying skills.

I am familiar with Master Huang and have been in contact with him for a long time, knowing that he is an amiable person. Master Huang uses super refined flour as raw material, which is much more expensive than ordinary flour. Good raw materials are the basis for making fried cakes.

More importantly, no matter how busy the business is, Master Huang insists on long-term natural fermentation, never adds any starter, and properly grasps the fermentation temperature. The mixing of fermented flour and alkali is an important link. Master Liang seems to mix alkaline water into the dough at will, but he can neutralize it properly, showing extraordinary skill.

Talking about the business of fried cakes, Master Huang sighed and said, "I am busy all day and make up at night. I have to get up and fry cakes before dawn the next day. " I saw that Master Huang's palm was scorched by the hot air of fried cakes year after year, and thick cocoons were formed, and his five fingers were twisted and deformed, which showed the hard work of this line.

As for the income, it is about 20 thousand to 30 thousand a year, which is much harder than before in the countryside. The satisfaction revealed in Master Huang's laughter is enviable. They have a daughter who is studying in the county, and she can occasionally see it in the street stalls. She is a very quiet girl. From Master Huang's relieved expression, it can be clearly seen that this daughter is quite progressive. Which child has no hope for his parents' success? There are no exceptions.

Master Huang's fried cake stand is a must for me to go home. Sometimes, when I leave, I will go there specially. Master Huang will make me five or six fried cakes with a layer of sesame seeds on the skin, which are golden and Huang Cancan in color and slightly sweet at the entrance. Sometimes I forget to bring money, and sometimes I don't have enough money. Master Huang always laughs: Eat first, it's okay.

Master Huang's dark face is filled with a simple smile, which often reminds me of my equally simple father and makes me inexplicably moved. But when I went back last month, Master Huang's fried cake stall was gone. I asked around and found that he had been locked up for several days. His daughter was diagnosed with aplastic anemia and they went to the provincial hospital.

The vendors around said that Master Huang would definitely come back, and he had to rely on this fried cake stall to earn his daughter's medical expenses. I never thought that such a thin fried cake would place such heavy hopes on them.

I have unspeakable bitterness and emotion in my heart. When I go back next month, I will go to Master Huang's oil cake stand. Will he be there? .

2. Write a composition about food. 500 words of fried stinky tofu.

This is the unique local snacks in Jiangnan in winter.

When I was young, I ran to the street after school. Of course, this is when I have money in my pocket. Cross the alley and cross the bridge, and you can smell the fried stinky tofu. The manager who fried stinky tofu is a thin old man with white eyebrows and beard. He always carries heavy burdens. The burden is actually a box made of wood. There are stinky tofu, soy sauce, Chili sauce and a pile of small plates in front of the box, and there is a canned bottle with several pairs of chopsticks in it. There is a small coal stove and a pot in the back box.

The old man always stands on the street corner, absorbed in frying stinky tofu. I haven't heard his shouts, but there are always many diners looking for incense in front of his little bag and standing in a circle. His stinky tofu is very distinctive. At first glance, it's dark and no different from other stinky tofu, but once it's put in the pot and taken out of it, it becomes golden and delicious, coated with a layer of soy sauce or Chili sauce (his Chili sauce is homemade, bright red, spicy and comfortable), yellow and red, very beautiful. Take a bite carefully (because it's very hot). It's yellow on the outside and white on the inside, crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. It's hot and spicy. At this time, instead of eating, I rolled my tongue and swallowed.

Old people always fry only a few slices at a time, and sell a few slices after frying, so people waiting for them are eating and others pay attention to each other. Most people who eat fried stinky tofu are women and children. It's really strange that women in Jiangnan don't eat spicy food, and when it comes to this burden, they all become "spicy girls" They have to put on a thick layer of Chili sauce, and women don't care about tenderness at this time. They ate until their lips were red, their tears were mixed, and they were hot and sweaty. The old man just kept saying: it's too spicy to stick, don't eat too much. After all, he didn't stop it So the old man consumes a bottle of Chili sauce every day.

At that time, my father gave me fifty cents a month, and at least half of the money was contributed to stinky tofu. A piece of stinky tofu is worth a penny, and after eating one piece, it will be quiet in one day. Sometimes I don't plan to overspend. I will restrain myself from running there for fear of long hooks in my eyes. However, at that time, as long as I accidentally slipped onto the old man's burden, the old man would always see everything, as if he found that I didn't have a penny in my pocket, and he would smile and fry the most crisp and tender piece for me to eat. Sorry to eat for free. Dad will send me money next month, and I will return it to him immediately. The old man also accepted it, but he must fry me an extra piece of stinky tofu.

It has been more than 20 years since I left that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu (although I have eaten fried stinky tofu in other cities in the south of the Yangtze River, the taste always seems to be a little worse). It always appears in my dreams, with the thin old man with white beard and white eyebrows who doesn't even know his name.

How to write a composition about food practices The most famous snack in my hometown is delicious wonton. Whenever I taste this mouthwatering food, I feel relaxed and happy.

Be patient when eating wonton. If you are impatient and want to eat one at a time, wonton will burn your mouth full of bubbles. Eating wonton is also very particular, you can eat the skin and the core separately; Can also pierce the skin for long-term consumption. Guests who like spicy food can put some pepper before eating.

On the National Day holiday, my mother specially took me to Master Huang's wonton restaurant to taste delicious wonton. Start eating wonton. I saw that this wonton bag is thick and attractive in color, and each one is long and bulging, which makes people want to eat one at a time. At this time. I first picked up a pepper bottle, sprinkled pepper into the wonton soup, and then picked the biggest one, carefully stabbed my skin with chopsticks, and suddenly a fragrance curled into my nostrils, and I couldn't help but drool. I took a bite of the skin first, which was really chewy. Then a mass of red meat came out of the wonton skin playfully. It seems to be looking at me jokingly. At this time, I could no longer resist the temptation of Chinese hamburger, and I wanted to take a bite. The tender and slippery feeling came to my face, which made me unable to swallow the delicious and juicy clouds. I just wanted to make wonton linger in my mouth. I ate seven in a row and my stomach swelled. Mother saw me eating so well and said I was a glutton. Hey, who made the wonton so delicious! I would rather be a glutton than taste the delicious food on earth. At home, the aroma of wonton is still overflowing in my mouth!

Well, after listening to my introduction, everyone must be drooling! Come and try this unforgettable food wonton!

4. How to write a composition about eating delicious food? When the wheat was ripe, I went out and passed a small town in the south. I was lucky enough to eat the delicious food printed in my mind since I was a child in the restaurant. Eating this long-lost food, the deep longing for it in those days can not help but reappear in my heart. It was my childhood, a hard time in the countryside, and the rural people lived a life without food. People tried their best to eat everything they could, even the old elm tree in front of the door was not spared. People peel off the bark and use it as food in their mouths. Nevertheless, it is still difficult to solve the problem of hunger. Mom couldn't bear to let us starve, so she made a wish early: run us over. We are all sincerely happy. Wait and hope! Finally, one day, my mother said that the wheat in the field can be eaten, so let's follow her to pull the wheat in the field. The wheat in the field is not yet fully mature, which is the best time to grind it. Under the guidance of my mother, I specially selected the wheat that can be used. The wheat used for grinding is particularly strict and tender, because the pulp of wheat has not solidified; Not even when you are old, because the wheat is too dry when it is ripe. Be sure to choose those mature, not completely dried, green and full-bodied wheat with a certain hardness. Mother can't bear to part with Dora, because it will be our family's meal. When we came home with two bundles of wheat, we were too tired to straighten up. In fact, life is mild, but people are hungry and have no strength. In order to eat this delicious food, we have to insist on cooking with our mother.

First pinch off the ears of wheat one by one, then stew them in a pot and pinch them into grains. I couldn't help being hungry before all the processes were finished, so I stuffed a handful of wheat into my mouth. After my mother's repeated persuasion, I stopped eating. When all the ears of wheat were ground into grains, mother took them to her own stone mill (at that time, almost every family in the countryside had a stone mill). Lift the upper fan of the stone mill, put a rose copper coin on the navel, and then put the stone mill away. Pour the washed wheat grains on the millstone, insert an orange stalk on the millstone, and we push and pull together with our mother and turn around the millstone. Because there are copper coins between the two millstones and there is a certain gap between the millstones, it takes less effort to push them than to grind them. Even so, we tried our best. Wheat grains on the millstone kept falling, and small rolls of flour kept falling around the millstone, not too long, like a broken matchstick.

Our faces are sweaty, but we are in a good mood, because we will be full soon and it is good food. We are sweating more and more, and the small papers around the millstone are piled up at random. When all the wheat grains on the millstone are finished, we won't breathe.

Mother gently swept the small papers around the millstones with a broom, lifted the upper fan of the stone mill and carefully cleaned the two millstones. Only then did we go to the building with her. I was so anxious that I couldn't see clearly what auxiliary materials my mother had prepared (maybe some garlic juice or something, and there was nothing delicious in those days) that I wolfed it down. That feeling is really better than eating a French dinner!

Time flies, and this unforgettable childhood has become the past. With the improvement of people's living standards and the progress of science and technology, various traditional and foreign famous foods have also been put on the table of ordinary people's homes. People can enjoy delicious food in their spare time, but for me, the most unforgettable thing is to eat the mill made with my mother, which is probably unprecedented in today's world.

May all people no longer feel like me, and may all people grind, turn and taste the delicious food in this world with a quiet heart!

The composition about fried corn food says "Food is the most important thing for the people", and I quite agree with this sentence. I can call myself a "little gourmet" because I have a good understanding of food. I can name hundreds of dishes just by name. Roast duck in Beijing, Little Sheep in Inner Mongolia, mutton buns in Xi 'an and Daoxiao Noodles in Shaanxi ... Among so many sweet and delicious foods, Mapo tofu in the mountain city of Chongqing is my favorite.

Mapo tofu is not only spicy and delicious, but also colorful. The white diced tofu stood in a neat "team" on the plate and put on "clothes" made of bright red hot sauce. It looks like a burning red flame with some tender meat foam in the middle. Green chopped green onion is scattered on the plate, just like green leaves. Tofu diced with hot sauce turned into red flowers, which stood out against the green leaves. From time to time, there are waves of attractive fragrance floating on the plate, which really makes people drool!

The practice of Mapo tofu seems complicated, but it is actually very simple: cut the tofu into square pieces, let them "jump" into steaming water to heat their bodies, and then take them out for later use. Next, cut the meat into small pieces and crisp it with vegetable oil. Then, pour a proper amount of oil into the pot, turn on the switch, put the dried pepper, pepper and ginger slices prepared in advance into the oil, add diced tofu when the oil is 70-80 degrees, add a proper amount of starch, turn it over several times, add a proper amount of salt, soy sauce and bean paste, light a little white wine, and finally slowly burn it for two minutes with low fire, and add a little monosodium glutamate when it is almost out of the pot.

Eating Mapo tofu is also very particular. When eating, first put a piece of tofu on it, dip some hot sauce in the plate, and gently put it in your mouth to chew slowly. It's hemp and spicy, and that smell fills any corner of your mouth at once. I like to lick hot sauce on tofu first when I eat. Suddenly, the spicy taste of hot sauce jumped into my mouth, and then I ate tofu. Tender tofu passed through my mouth, smooth and refreshing. In this way, I have a unique flavor of Mapo tofu. If you are lucky, you can also eat a little bit of meat foam, which is crisp outside and tender inside, further adding the flavor of Mapo tofu and playing the role of finishing touch.

Well, after listening to my introduction, you have a certain understanding of Mapo tofu. Is this dish delicious? Alas, I won't talk to you. A dish of Mapo tofu is out of the pot. I, a "little gourmet", will try it. Goodbye.

6. Write a composition about food. When I was young, I ran to the street after school. Of course, this is when I have money in my pocket. Cross the alley and cross the bridge, and you can smell the fried stinky tofu. The manager who fried stinky tofu is a thin old man with white eyebrows and beard. He always carries heavy burdens. The burden is actually a box made of wood. There are stinky tofu, soy sauce, Chili sauce and a pile of small plates in front of the box, and there is a canned bottle with several pairs of chopsticks in it. There is a small coal stove and a pot in the back box.

The old man always stands on the street corner, absorbed in frying stinky tofu. I haven't heard his shouts, but there are always many diners looking for incense in front of his little bag and standing in a circle. His stinky tofu is very distinctive. At first glance, it's dark and no different from other stinky tofu, but once it's put in the pot and taken out of it, it becomes golden and delicious, coated with a layer of soy sauce or Chili sauce (his Chili sauce is homemade, bright red, spicy and comfortable), yellow and red, very beautiful. Take a bite carefully (because it's very hot). It's yellow on the outside and white on the inside, crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. It's hot and spicy. At this time, instead of eating, I rolled my tongue and swallowed.

Old people always fry only a few slices at a time, and sell a few slices after frying, so people waiting for them are eating and others pay attention to each other. Most people who eat fried stinky tofu are women and children. It's really strange that women in Jiangnan don't eat spicy food, and when it comes to this burden, they all become "spicy girls" They have to put on a thick layer of Chili sauce, and women don't care about tenderness at this time. They ate until their lips were red, tears mixed together and hot sweat dripped down. The old man just kept saying: it's too spicy to stick, don't eat too much. After all, he didn't stop it So the old man consumes a bottle of Chili sauce every day.

At that time, my father gave me fifty cents a month, and at least half of the money was contributed to stinky tofu. A piece of stinky tofu is worth a penny, and after eating one piece, it will be quiet in one day. Sometimes I don't plan to overspend. I will restrain myself from running there for fear of long hooks in my eyes. However, at that time, as long as I accidentally slipped onto the old man's burden, the old man would always see everything, as if he found that I didn't have a penny in my pocket, and he would smile and fry the most crisp and tender piece for me to eat. Sorry to eat for free. Dad will send me money next month, and I will return it to him immediately. The old man also accepted it, but he must fry me an extra piece of stinky tofu.

It has been more than 20 years since I left that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu (although I have eaten fried stinky tofu in other cities in the south of the Yangtze River, the taste always seems to be a little worse). It always appears in my dreams, with the thin old man with white beard and white eyebrows who doesn't even know his name.

7. How to write a food composition When I mentioned my favorite food, I remembered a riddle about this food: "A flock of geese in the river floated and fell." What is this?

In fact, this kind of food is not special, but we rarely taste it at ordinary times, but when it comes to the Spring Festival, especially the first day of the New Year, every household is indispensable!

It's glutinous rice balls.

I like to eat dumplings and watch them float in the water. I remember once, my mother made me dumplings. I saw my mother first pour glutinous rice noodles into a basin, mix them with boiling water and knead them into dough. Then every time she grabs a small ball of noodles from the dough and rubs it into the shape of corn in her hand, then puts sugar in the middle and rubs it into the shape of a ping-pong ball. After the water in the pot boiled, she put it all down. Mom put the lid on, only anxious and long waiting. Greedy, I often secretly open the lid and see only the white ball on the bottom of the water. After a while, a few floated up first, then a few floated up, and gradually, they floated up and fell down. It was really cute.

Mother subconsciously touched my nose with her flour-covered hand. It turns out that I am already "salivating" when I look at jiaozi in the pot. So, my mother found a bowl of chopsticks and picked up some floating jiaozi from the pot. Jiaozi is steaming, but I don't care at all. I quickly opened one with chopsticks and put it in my mouth. The weather is very hot, but the soft, fragrant and sweet feeling is really great. I couldn't help giving my mother a thumbs-up sign.

My mother told me that jiaozi can also wrap many kinds of fillings. Some people wrap vegetables in jiaozi, saying that it can prevent them from getting angry. Some of them like sweets, so they put some brown sugar powder in the jiaozi. As for everyone who likes to eat glutinous rice balls during the Spring Festival, my mother said that glutinous rice balls symbolize happiness and reunion, and its name represents people's good wishes for life!