Composition about making noodles!

Tonight, I went to Wang Chuang. I feel very hungry and want to eat noodles. My parents went out for a walk, so I had to go out by myself. The first is the selection of materials. After careful consideration, I finally decided to make scrambled egg noodles with tomatoes. I took out an egg and knocked it on the edge of the bowl. The egg cracked a crack. When my two fingers broke off, egg yolk and egg white fell into the bowl obediently. However, a small piece of eggshell also slipped in. Can I let it make waves here? I hold it with the index finger of my left hand and drag it out. However, this eggshell is not a vegetarian, it will "transfer instantly" and can't be pressed at all. So, I took off the index finger of my right hand again, trying to clip the eggshell out. This eggshell is really a "martial arts expert", and it can also perform its unique stunt "Piaoying". Once it is caught, it slides down and runs away. This annoyed me. I tried my best to catch it with a "ten fingers together". Then I stir the eggs evenly, and it's time to cut tomatoes in the next process. I picked a little persimmon, washed it first, then took out a kitchen knife and began to work. I hold one side of the tomato, and it is a knife according to it. I feel dizzy when I brush it! ! ! Only a piece of skin was cut off! ! I recall the way my mother usually cuts tomatoes, and I cut them like my mother ... and finally finished (the completion time was May 23, 2007). After these two difficulties were solved, I poured oil, eggs and tomatoes into the pot one by one and added some water. At this time: "everything is ready, only the east wind (face)." I took out a bundle of egg noodles and ate at most half a bundle according to my appetite, so I took it from the middle. This is really a bad start. I took out half a bundle and the rest slipped out with me. Fortunately, I pretended to stand up with my chest straight ... Noodles are ready ... Snoring ... It smells good. ...

Composition about making noodles! Tonight, I went to Wang Chuang. I feel very hungry and want to eat noodles. My parents went out for a walk, so I had to go out by myself.

The first is the selection of materials. After careful consideration, I finally decided to make scrambled egg noodles with tomatoes.

I took out an egg and knocked it on the edge of the bowl. The egg cracked a crack. When my two fingers broke off, egg yolk and egg white fell into the bowl obediently.

However, a small piece of eggshell also slipped in.

Can I let it make waves here? I hold it with the index finger of my left hand and drag it out.

However, this eggshell is not a vegetarian, it will "transfer instantly" and can't be pressed at all.

So, I took off the index finger of my right hand again, trying to clip the eggshell out. This eggshell is really a "martial arts expert", and it can also perform its unique stunt "Piaoying". Once it is caught, it slides down and runs away.

This annoyed me. I tried my best to catch it with a "ten fingers together".

Then I stir the eggs evenly, and it's time to cut tomatoes in the next process.

I picked a little persimmon, washed it first, then took out a kitchen knife and began to work.

I hold one side of the tomato, and it is a knife according to it. I feel dizzy when I brush it! ! ! Only a piece of skin was cut off! ! I recall the way my mother usually cuts tomatoes, and I cut them like my mother ... and finally finished (the completion time was May 23, 2007). After these two difficulties were solved, I poured oil, eggs and tomatoes into the pot one by one and added some water.

At this time: "everything is ready, only the east wind (face)."

I took out a bundle of egg noodles and ate at most half a bundle according to my appetite, so I took it from the middle. This is really a bad start. I took out half a bundle and the rest slipped out with me. Fortunately, I pretended to stand up with my chest straight ... Noodles are ready ... Snoring ... It smells good. ......

The first time I write a noodle composition, I have to mix noodles. I dug out a bowl of noodles from my noodle bag and poured it into the basin. Then I took a bowl of water and learned how my mother used to mix noodles. I add water and mix the noodles at the same time, but they don't get along. The noodles always touch my hands. I'm in a hurry and don't know what to do.

At this time, my mother said to me, "Don't worry, take your time. If it's too sticky, add some noodles. If it is too dry, you should add some water. Under the careful guidance of my mother, my noodles finally made up. "

Then start rolling.

I put the mixed noodles on the panel, then picked up a rolling pin and pressed it hard on the dough. It's really like a road roller pressing the road, flat and even, and noodles are rolled out like this.

The next step is to shave.

I rolled the dough into several layers, then picked up a kitchen knife and began to cut the dough, cutting and cutting, and finally cut the dough.

The last step is to cook noodles.

I put the cut noodles in boiling water and kept cutting them with a spoon. Finally, the noodles are out of the pot. With a happy mood, I gave my mother a bowl of cooked noodles and said to her, "Mom, try my noodles."

"Mom took a bite and said happily," Jing Ying, you are great. The noodles you made are delicious.

"I am very happy after listening to my mother's praise.

By making noodles, I understand.

I learned how to write a composition on noodles. I learned how to cook instant noodles. I have never cooked instant noodles. My mother used to make it for me. I've seen how my mother does it, and I have some experience. So today, I bought a bag of instant noodles specially. I want to try to cook instant noodles myself.

I washed the pot that I didn't wash in the morning first, and then poured hot water into it. As soon as the gas tank was turned on, I began to boil water.

The range hood is too high for me to reach.

Mom hugged me, turned on the range hood and buzzed.

The blue flame licked the bottom of the pot, and soon the water boiled.

I tore open the package, took out the dough, and prepared to throw it into the pot, but I was afraid that the water would splash on my face, which would make my face bag.

I jumped from a distance and threw the dough into the pot.

I used two chopsticks to separate the whole hard surface and cover it.

My heart is very sweet. Cook for a while, turn off the gas stove and cover the instant noodles for a while. As I waited, I hummed, "Wait, wait, wait, instant noodles will be ready soon!" " Let's go All right! Instant noodles, quick! "After a few minutes, I lifted the lid and poured the instant noodles into a big bowl.

When I saw it, I was shocked: "Ah! A bowl of steaming instant noodles is almost ready.

"But the seasoning hasn't been added yet! I tore a small hole in the sauce bag and tried to squeeze the sauce into the bowl, but I failed to squeeze it into the bowl several times. I am very anxious.

I was so angry that I tore the seal of the sauce bag and poured it all in.

Then, I poured the vegetable bag and the salt bag in.

I stirred the instant noodles over and over, and after a while, the taste was adjusted. I tasted it and took a few sips of soup.

Ah, it tastes spicy and fragrant. I was so happy that I couldn't help saying, "Ah! It's delicious! I did it myself! " I put the noodles on the coffee table and ate them all.

I learned to cook instant noodles today, and my heart is very sweet.

Because I made it myself.

With this skill, I can cook a bowl of steaming instant noodles when my mother is not at home, and I won't be hungry.

Grandma made noodles for me when I was a child. There is a metaphor for my favorite food. Some people love delicious food, some people love chicken, duck and fish, and some people love simple food.

After growing up for so many years, I have eaten a lot of delicious food, but what I can't forget most is the bowl of noodles cooked by my grandmother.

When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house. There is a big yard with several small apartments. My grandmother often grows some vegetables, such as spinach, leeks and zucchini.

Grandma often fertilizes and waters these vegetables. In the harvest season, she also harvests vegetables. I followed her like a little tail.

Life in the yard is my happiest life.

After a busy morning's work, what attracted me the most was the noodles cooked by my grandmother.

Grandma is busy rolling noodles in the kitchen and serving dishes below.

Sitting on a small bench, smelling the smell of noodles coming from the kitchen, I couldn't help urging my grandmother: "Hurry up! Hurry up! I am almost hungry! " Grandma always comforted me: "It's almost ready!" A bowl of hot noodles is out of the pot! A bowl of noodles with a little chopped green onion looks very attractive.

Sweaty, I wolfed down a bowl of steaming noodles, not to mention how cool it was! Now, I have left my grandmother and yard. No matter how delicious the food is, it can't compare with grandma's bowl of noodles, but I can't find the reason.

And when I grow up, I finally understand that what I cherish is my childhood memory. ...

While writing 500 words, I am proud of unity and mutual assistance, and ashamed of harming others and benefiting myself ... "。

The song "Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces" is playing on the coach.

I'm sitting on this luxury bus with some classmates who are traveling together, and I'm going to travel during the May Day Golden Week.

"wow-.

"The back seat of the car suddenly heard the voice of the little girl vomiting, throwing up the stolen goods all over the floor, and then she cried while clutching her stomach.

I turned around and saw that the little girl's mother stood up in panic, wiped the stolen goods on the little girl with a paper towel and apologized to the people next to her.

"It stinks, why is your child so uncivilized?" A girl screamed in a long tone, which was particularly harsh.

"If it stinks, get off yourself!" An old man stood up angrily and said to the girl. Then he came to the little girl with water and said kindly, "drink some water and rinse your mouth!" " An uncle took off his coat, carefully covered it on the little girl, and said with a smile, "Be careful, don't catch cold".

An aunt stood up and said with concern to the little girl's mother, "Let her lie here with me.

The little girl's mother was so grateful that she didn't know what to do. She kept saying, "Thank you. I'm sorry to bother you.

"A little boy went to the little girl's seat and said in a childish voice," My mother told me to put the stolen things away so that they wouldn't stink.

"He said, and began to use old newspapers to put the stolen goods into plastic bags.

Everyone's concern for the little girl undoubtedly embarrassed the girl just now.

At this moment, I was moved: "everyone is a stranger, but they care so much about this sick little girl." Isn't this the new fashion of socialism? " .

Just then, a gentle voice interrupted my thoughts: "I'm a doctor, can you give her some emergency care first?" People got out of the way one by one, and the doctor began to diagnose the little girl. She pressed her abdomen first, then touched her forehead and looked at her throat.

Everyone comforted the little girl's mother. After a while, the doctor smiled and said, "It's just an acute intestinal spasm. Although it is not too serious, it is best to go to the hospital immediately. "

As soon as the doctor's voice fell, the quiet people began to make noise again: "I have painkillers here, take them!" " Do you want more water?

I found the girl's mother's eyes a little red. She took the medicine and water handed by people with trembling hands.

Finally, under the unanimous advice of people, the uncle driver drove the little girl directly to the nearest hospital, and a stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

The little girl finished her injection and medicine, and the car was on the road again.

At this time, the carriage was full of joy.

The distance between us seems to be much closer. We are like a family, and our hearts are warm. The song "Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces" on the radio continued to play, and the song echoed in the carriage, warming everyone's heart.

Ask for an essay on steamed bread, urgent! Early in the morning, my mother got up and said she wanted to learn how to make steamed bread.

I jumped out of bed and ran curiously to watch it.

Mother first mixed the dry flour with water, then put a piece of sour old flour in and stirred it evenly.

Mom said that only a piece of sour noodles and new noodles can be fermented again, which is exactly what I don't understand.

Everything has a beginning, right? Where did the first fermented noodle come from? My mother can't answer this question.

The next thing to do is to wait for the noodles to ferment slowly.

In the evening, when my mother took it out again, she smelled a sour taste, and then she knew it was really fermented.

The next thing to do is to release the alkali and neutralize it so that it is no longer acidic.

Because the noodles are wet, add some dry flour and knead them hard.

I saw my mother rubbing it and playing, so I added it. Finally, I kneaded the noodles into strips, cut them into sections with a knife, and one by one there was a quasi-"steamed bread".

Because it was my mother's first time to make steamed bread, and the appearance of steamed bread was really pleasing, I quietly kneaded some of it into various shapes.

Then put it into a steamer and steam it.

Busy for half a day, I can finally test the "labor results".

I took a bite. Oh, it's too difficult. It's not delicious, so I know it's the cause of insufficient fermentation, but I have a good grasp of the acid-base ratio. After all, it was my mother's first attempt.

The first time is always difficult, and it can't be smooth sailing; The first time is not the best, but after summing up, practice makes perfect.

If you don't try for the first time, you will never succeed.

Everything is the same.

I love noodles, especially those pulled by my mother.

On Sunday, at my repeated request, my mother decided to teach me Lamian Noodles.

First, my mother took a basin, poured a proper amount of flour, then put a little salt and water in the bowl, slowly added water to the noodles, and then began to knead.

"I tell you another trick. You should listen carefully. You have to knead the noodles in one direction, so that you can pull out the thin and long noodles, "mom said."

When mother spoke, the noodles had been kneaded into smooth dough. Mother cut it into strips, covered it, and woke up for half an hour.

I can finally go to Lamian Noodles. I just saw a short noodle the thickness of a finger. When I pulled it gently in my hand, it was elongated like magic. After I put it in the boiling water pot, after a few minutes, the noodles floated. My mother said it was ripe and ready to eat. Eating my noodles is delicious! Because I was too young, my mother said I couldn't knead dough, so I only learned to lengthen it.

But I can do it next time

In our campus, whenever you turn around or change your perspective, different scenery will appear in front of you: quiet and lively teaching building, lush fir forest, colorful and patchwork flower beds, pleasing plastic track playground ... and I like her corner best-the place surrounded by teaching building and affectionately called "quadrangle" by our teachers and students.

In the middle of the yard, there is a tall and straight pine tree, like a green pagoda.

As high as our classroom on the fourth floor! The bark feels uneven and full of vicissitudes.

Its feet are covered with a layer of dark green furry "carpet", and the grass surrounds it, looking up at it, as if snuggling in dad's arms.

On the left of the pine tree is the most exciting drip pool.

The drip pond is built next to the East Teaching Building.

The wall next to it is a stone wall made of special decorative materials. The colors are green and gray, and it is concave and convex. A few bright flowers on the opposite corner make it vivid at once! There is a hole under the stone wall, and on the other side of the hole is the corridor of the East Teaching Building.

Many first-grade children put their heads in curiously from time to time and then shrank back.

Below the hole is a swimming pool.

The pool is surrounded by pebbles and cement of various colors.

There are aquatic plants in the pool! There are all kinds of goldfish: red hydrangea, pink pearls, colorful dzi beads ... Look, the fastest and most naughty one is my beloved "Little Butterfly", and she is playing hide-and-seek with her friends again! There are some stone tables and chairs on the right side of the pine tree.

Always clean! Why? Because we all like sitting there reading and playing games! Class is over, it's boiling here.

At the beginning of class, Xiaoyu must be listening to Lang Lang reading ... A corner of the campus. Why didn't your beauty make me love my campus more? ! 2. Unforgettable years of tug-of-war are like a raging torrent, constantly washing away my memory. Many things have been blurred, but in my heart, one thing has always made me unforgettable.

I remember it was last autumn. In the composition class, the teacher organized a tug-of-war competition in order to let us exercise, cultivate sentiment and cultivate observation.

The teacher divided us into two teams, one is the tiger team and the other is the eagle team.

I was assigned to the eagles.

The strength of the two teams is equal, the students hold their heads high, and a tit-for-tat game is about to begin.

With the teacher's whistle, the game began.

The players on both sides clutched the rope tightly, landed one by one, leaned back and pulled the rope desperately in their own direction.

The red ribbon in the middle of the rope was moved to the tiger and the eagle for a while, to outdo each other.

Cheerleaders from both sides also shouted in unison and kept beating drums for their teams.

My hands were red, but the rope still didn't move, and the two sides entered a stalemate.

At this time, our players were all red-eyed, some were flushed, some were grinning, and some were clutching the rope and struggling to pull in their own direction.

Finally, our team did its best. With the shouts of cheerleaders, HongLing suddenly moved towards us, and our eagles won.

Later, our team took advantage of two victories and won in a row. Finally, we won.

This tug-of-war made me understand that unity is strength, and it also helped me build up confidence in overcoming difficulties in the future. I will never forget this tug of war.

I liked bread very much when I first made it.

Bread is soft and has different shapes, some like records and some like shells; Taste is different, some sweet, some salty.

Today, I want to make one myself.

I prepared a bag of high-gluten flour, a bag of milk powder, a bag of fine sugar, half a spoonful of salt, a bag of yeast, an egg, a bowl of water, a box of butter and a bag of baking powder according to the materials in the book.

Everything is ready except for the Dongfeng electric oven.

I pestered my mother to buy an electric oven.

My mother promised me to buy a 352 yuan electric oven in JD.COM.

Haha, you can finally make bread.

I put some wheat flour, milk powder, fine sugar, yeast, baking powder, water and an egg into the soup basin.

I kept stirring the materials with chopsticks, and the flour soon stuck together, turning into finely chopped noodles and bumps.

I kept kneading dough, and my hands were covered with wet flour, as if I had just grabbed a handful of mud from the swamp.

I poured some flour on my hand.

I continued to rub, but the surface was still rough and cracked, like the weather-beaten face of an old man.

Mom saw that I rubbed it too hard and said, "Let me rub it for you!" " "She spilled some water in the soup basin and some flour on the dough.

She kneaded it for about 10 minutes, and the dough finally softened.

I rolled the dough into a round cake with a rolling pin, put it in a big round plate, sealed it with plastic wrap and pushed it into the oven.

I set the oven to the fermentation function.

Gradually, the bread became bigger and thicker.

Look, little yeast is growing in the oven.

My mother and I are also making bread for the first time, and we are very excited.

Yeast grows really fast, and soon, bread seems to swell, big and fat, like a lovely little round bed, soft and warm to the touch, which is amazing! After the first fermentation, I put the bread quietly for 10 minutes, which is called relaxation.

"Mom, what shape do you suggest?" "Flowers!" "okay.

"I rolled the dough into a small round skin and made several deep cuts with a knife.

"wow! Really like a flower! " Then, I put the bread in the oven to continue the fermentation.

"Hey? Why is it so sour? " "Maybe there is too much yeast in the bread.

"I carefully buttered the flowers and sent them to the oven.

I started beating cream! Toast is being baked in the oven! I poured the cream into the soup basin, added some sugar and beat it with an eggbeater.

At first, the eggbeater turned very fast.

After a while, my arm was a little sore, but I persisted.

Rotating, rotating, shiny cream becomes thicker and thicker, as soft and fluffy as snowflakes.

At this time, with the sound of "ding", the attractive fragrance floated in the air.

Mom also shouted happily: "It smells good!" I seem to be in front of the bakery, and my mouth is watering.

I opened the oven and looked, wow! Golden bread is really like a lively sunflower.

I spread snow-white cream on the bread, which is very slippery. I gently took a bite, fragrant and sweet, as if the warm sunshine was shining on me.

It's just too much salt, a little salty.

"Ha ha!" Mom smiled and said, "You did it! What seems difficult is not difficult if you do it with your heart.

"

Making pasta for the first time today, my mother and I helped my grandmother prepare pasta for the New Year at her grandmother's house.

When we went to grandma's house, grandma had already cooked the noodles with yeast and was waiting for us to help her knead them.

My mother and I washed our hands before we saw my mother pull the dough out of the basin. What a big one-sided! Mom kneaded the dough and we started to make spaghetti. Mother made jujube steamed bread, bean bags, rice cakes and so on.

The jujube steamed bread made by my mother is really beautiful. Layers of dates are embedded in dough, and I can't wait to eat them, hehe! I am anxious to see how much my mother has done. what can I do? Grandma found a fish mold, so I used it to make noodle fish.

How? I asked my mother, and my mother told me how to put the dough on the fish mold, and then tapped it on the table, and a beautiful noodle fish came out, hehe, it was not difficult at all.

I learned it quickly. I made many beautiful noodle fish with dough, and put a little sugar in the belly of noodle fish, because I like sweets.

It's a great sense of accomplishment to see so many noodle fish. After all, this is my first time cooking pasta.

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