Make my own breakfast
On Sunday, my mother went to the "fun sports meeting" held by the company early in the morning, and my father was still sleeping in, so I decided to make my own breakfast. After washing, I began to do it. I squeezed the chocolate sauce on the bread first. This step was very smooth, but the next step was not simple. To heat the milk in the microwave oven, I played for 3 seconds first, for fear that the annoying "buzzing" sound would reach the room and be heard by my father. Time is up. I tasted it. Why is "bah" cold? I heated the milk for another minute, but it was too hot to drink. Anyway, breakfast is finally ready.
Through this incident, I know that I have to believe in myself in everything I do, and I can't give up when I know difficulties. Usually, I didn't pay attention to these things. I ate bread with chocolate sauce and drank hot milk. I never thought of thanking my mother. Today is "March 8" Women's Day. I want to wish all the mothers in the world a happy day and a safe life.
Make my own breakfast
It's a Sunday morning. I wash my face and brush my teeth to prepare for breakfast as usual. I found a note on the table, which said, "Ma Chao, mom has something to do. Make breakfast yourself."
I brought an egg and milk. I started to fry poached eggs. First, I poured some oil into the pan, and then I broke the eggs and put them in the pan for frying when the oil temperature came up. Then I heated the milk, and breakfast was ready. Although it was not as delicious as my mother's, I made it myself, and it still tasted with relish.
Make my own breakfast
On Sunday morning, I got up early. At this moment, my stomach growled and I sang a symphony. But my father is still sleeping in. I don't want to disturb my father who is dreaming. "Decided" to help yourself "have plenty of food and clothing" and fry a poached egg to express condolences to your stomach.
I opened the refrigerator, took an egg to the kitchen, took out a stainless steel bowl from the kitchen cabinet, imitated my mother's actions, picked up the egg and tapped it on the side of the bowl. But my strength was too small, and I didn't break the egg several times, so I increased my strength and knocked a few times. As a result, I used too much force and the egg shell was completely broken at once. Egg yolk and egg white mixed up, half fell on the table and half spilled on the ground.
I hastily wiped the table on the floor with a rag, so I had no choice but to get another egg.
I learned the lesson from the last time. This time, I beat the eggs very carefully, and the round egg baby lay quietly in the bowl. I'm going to fry eggs!
I poured some oil into the pot first, but I accidentally poured too much oil. There is no way, after the oil burns, I have to bite the bullet and slowly pour the beaten eggs into the pot. After a while, the eggs have basically taken shape, and then add a little salt. I picked up a shovel and couldn't wait to shovel it in the pot. I shoveled it in the east for a while and shoveled it in the west for a while ... I was happy with it. I didn't expect the egg to splash oil so high with a bang, so I jumped aside in fear, and the oil star still splashed on my clothes. Unexpectedly, frying eggs is still a dangerous task.
I gritted my teeth and continued to stir-fry eggs. I wanted to fry the eggs quickly, so I turned the fire to the maximum. The fire suddenly came up, and the eggs crackled in the oil pan, which scared me to turn down the fire. But it was too late. Surrounded by the raging fire, the eggs had been burnt like black charcoal. But I still don't give up, shovel the fried eggs into the plate and bring them to the table.
At this moment, my father just got up, so he was lucky enough to be my first taster. I saw my father picked up chopsticks, aimed at the eggs like "black charcoal", gently clamped a chopstick and sent it into his mouth at the speed of slow motion. Poor dad's expression is like a character in an animation, staring at his eyes for a while and frowning for a while. After he managed to swallow a small piece of egg down his throat, he was sweating all over his face. He said to me in distress situation: "You can be a gourmet in the future, specializing in making unforgettable meals!" .
Although I failed to cook breakfast this time, it left a deep impression on me, which made me understand the hard work of my mother in cooking for us and realized the fun of cooking. I've learned that if you don't have personal experience in doing anything, you won't know the hardships. I want to refuel, learn from my mother and make meals that my father likes to eat!
Make my own breakfast
It's a Sunday morning. I wash my face and brush my teeth to prepare for breakfast as usual. I found a note on the table, which said, "Ma Chao, mom has something to do. Make breakfast yourself." I brought an egg and milk. I began to fry poached eggs. First, I poured some oil into the pot, and then I broke the eggs and put them into the pot for frying. Then I heated the milk, and breakfast was ready. Although it was not as delicious as my mother's, it was made by myself, and it still tasted with relish.
Make my own breakfast
On Sunday, my mother went to the "fun sports meeting" held by the company early in the morning, and my father was still sleeping in, so I decided to make my own breakfast. After washing, I began to do it. I squeezed the chocolate sauce on the bread first. This step was very smooth, but the next step was not simple. To heat the milk in the microwave oven, I played for 3 seconds first, for fear that the annoying "buzzing" sound would reach the room and be heard by my father. Time is up. I tasted it. Why is "bah" cold? I heated the milk for another minute, but it was too hot to drink. Anyway, breakfast is finally ready.
Through this incident, I know that I have to believe in myself in everything I do, and I can't give up when I know difficulties. Usually, I didn't pay attention to these things. I ate bread with chocolate sauce and drank hot milk. I never thought of thanking my mother. Today is "March 8" Women's Day. I want to wish all the mothers in the world a happy day and a safe life.
Make your own breakfast
A few days after the Spring Festival, the weather is still as cold as winter. My mother and I are hiding in the quilt and don't want to get up. But my stomach is growling with hunger. So I decided to get up and make breakfast by myself.
I immediately got dressed and got up. When I came to the kitchen, I saw that there was only one bag of dried noodles left in the kitchen. Let's make dried noodle soup. Under the guidance of my mother, * * * opened. I'll put the water in the pot first, and then put the dried noodles in one by one when the water boils. Boil it in boiling water for about four or five minutes, and then put the noodles into a big bowl with chopsticks. Then, I poured the water in the pot, poured a pot of clear water, waited until the water boiled again, put the dried noodles in, boiled for about two minutes, put the brown sugar in the pot, stirred, and got out of the pot.
here are the noodles. what should I order? Oh, just fry an egg. I first put the pan on the stove, turn on the gas stove, turn the fire to slow fire, and then pour the oil when the pot is dry, so that the oil can flow evenly to every corner of the pot. When the oil pan is hot, break the eggs and put them in the oil pan. My mother is guiding me. I thought to myself: will the oil splash? Does it hurt to spill it on your hand and face? Thought of here, I was too scared to break the egg and put it down. My mother encouraged me to say, "Don't be afraid, son, with your mother by your side." So I enlarged my courage, broke the egg and put it in the oil pan. I only heard the sound of "zi-zi-"in the oil pan immediately, which scared me back several steps. After a while, I picked up chopsticks and turned the egg over. In this way, I turned it back and forth several times, and the egg was about 78% mature. My mother said at the side, "You can take the pan. The fried egg is too old to eat, and it is the best when it is 78% mature." I quickly picked up the fried egg with chopsticks and put it in a bowl, then poured some soy sauce on it, and an fried egg was made like this. Then, I fried an egg like this.
A bowl of noodles, an fried egg and a sausage. My mother and I sat at the table and began to enjoy our own breakfast. It's really delicious. I have to make another one for my mother.
Make my own breakfast
As the winter vacation is coming, my parents want me to wake up naturally every day, so I have to eat milk and bread that I don't like very much. This morning, I decided to make my own breakfast.
among all kinds of breakfasts, I like fried eggs and porridge best. The porridge is left over from last night. Just heat it up, but I haven't fried eggs before, but I have seen my mother fry eggs before, and nine times out of ten, I decided to challenge myself.
here we go. I'll heat the porridge first. First of all, I put the porridge pot on the natural gas stove last night, then pressed the fire button down, and then turned left. After a few seconds, I released it and the fire was turned on. I thought the porridge was very silk, so I added half a bowl of water to the pot, but I was afraid that if I didn't pay attention to the silting pot after a long time, I wouldn't cover it. Then stir it with a spoon from time to time, which also ensures that it will not paste the bottom of the pot. After about 5 minutes, I saw a lot of small bubbles popping up on the porridge. I remember my mother said, "If you bubble, you can drink it." So I quickly turned off the fire, covered the pot and prepared to fry the eggs before drinking.
When I start frying eggs, I prepare everything I need: shovel, eggs, oil, etc. Although I have never cooked hot porridge or fried eggs, hot porridge heats the cooked ones, while fried eggs cook the raw ones, so I will inevitably be very nervous. In order to prevent myself from forgetting the process of frying eggs, I also put things on the stove according to the process while recalling the process of frying eggs by my mother. When I was ready, I put the wok on the stove first, then turned on the fire. After 2 seconds, I saw that the wok was almost hot, so I poured golden oil into the wok. After a while, I found that little oil particles jumped up on the oil like little fairies. Because the oil was already hot, I immediately grabbed the bowl and poured the eggs that had already been knocked into the bowl into the wok. But I was afraid of being scalded by the oil, so I let the bowl stick to the edge of the wok and put the eggs into the wok. Other eggs immediately crackled, and the egg white kept blowing bubbles, gradually changing from transparent to white. After a while, I thought the egg should be shaped, so I took a shovel and turned it over awkwardly. This side turned yellow. After a while, I thought the egg should be cooked, so I shoveled it out and tasted it. Why is it tasteless? Ah, I forgot to put salt in it.
When my mother came home at noon, I told her about the process of making breakfast. My mother smiled and said, "My daughter has grown up! You can make breakfast for mom and dad in the future. " My mother has been very happy these days. She told her relatives at home and told her uncles and aunts at work that she was proud of me, and I was also very happy. I also had a sense of accomplishment, because I could cook breakfast by myself, and because I was no longer a seedling in an eight-acre field-a delicate child, and I grew up.
Make your own breakfast
The class teacher assigned an assignment-make your own breakfast. My breakfast is "two sandwiches", with two pieces of sliced bread sandwiched between two pieces of lunch meat and an egg.
as soon as I get up, I just want to make breakfast by myself. After I finished my porridge in a hurry, I waited for my grandmother to finish her noodles and help me to fry lunch meat. Because I can't fry lunch meat, my grandmother helped me fry it. Go and fry the canned lunch meat for grandma. Grandma asked me, "Is two yuan enough? "I said," Well, that's enough. "Grandma cut two pieces of lunch meat and fired it. After a while, a delicious smell filled the whole kitchen, and the lunch meat was fried. After the lunch meat is fried, the fried eggs are left. I'll fry eggs. Soon, the eggs were fried, and I was a little anxious, but it was good if it wasn't dark cooking. When the lunch meat is fried and the eggs are fried, the lunch meat and eggs are sandwiched between two pieces of sliced bread. I really wanted to taste it, so my father said anxiously, "It's hot, don't eat it yet. "I said," It's not hot, you can eat. "I took a bite and it was delicious, especially the lunch meat.
this is my first time to cook breakfast. I will learn to stir-fry lunch meat later. Dad made breakfast composition
It was fine on Tuesday, December 23rd, 214. After my sister and I got up this morning, we went to my mother's room to see that my mother had not got up yet, but my father was not in the room. When my sister and I went to wash, we saw my father cooking breakfast for us in the kitchen. After we washed, my father also made breakfast, and he brought it to our room for us to eat.
Wow, it smells good. It must be delicious. My father cooked fried eggs and sliced ham, as well as hot milk. My sister and I finished the breakfast in a short time. I was so full, so I asked my father if you could cook breakfast for us tomorrow. You cooked better than my mother. My father said yes, as long as you want to eat, I will definitely cook it for you. Writing at the breakfast shop
The day I long for is my birthday. My birthday is on June 11th.
I like my birthday very much.
I had a luxurious birthday last year. I invited five of my best friends, my sister's classmates, my uncle and my uncle.
On my birthday, I got up early, had breakfast, played games for a while, and then went to my best friend to prepare for the birthday Party in the evening. I rode to Shen Huan's house. I saw that he was still sleepy, so I went to find Shen Hantang. He got up early and went to find other students with me. We went to an alley and found that four other people were already waiting for me.
We played in my house until the afternoon. When my father came back, he asked my uncle to pick us up by car. Just as we were about to get on the bus, my sister and her classmates just came. The old van we got on came to the restaurant and began to eat. Before we started eating, they put all their gifts in front of me. I suddenly felt so moved.
We talked and laughed during the meal. After the meal, we finished in the amusement park for a while, and when we saw that it was getting late, we had to reluctantly send them home.
I long for my birthday to come as soon as possible every year because I think it is my happiest and happiest day. My mother made a breakfast composition for me in 5 words
For many years in my memory, the breakfast at home was the same every day: egg noodles.
it has never been replaced.
eggs are ordinary eggs, and noodles are handfuls of dried noodles bought outside.
the kind that is neither coarse nor fine.
It seems that my mother can only cook this kind of breakfast. The chopped green onion is fried in a pan, and water is added. When the water boils, dried noodles are added, and then whole eggs are added. There are no more or less eggs, one for each person.
When I was a child, I didn't know whether I liked it or not. I only knew what adults cooked and ate, so every morning, the whole family ate the same breakfast.
I used to think that all people have breakfast like this.
Until I lived in a middle school, I accidentally found that there were porridge, pickles, fried dough sticks and oil cakes in Sashido, where the school was a little humble-actually, there were not many, but they were so rich that they surprised me and overturned my concept of breakfast for more than 1 years.
From then on, my desire for breakfast was completely awakened, and I went home on weekends. The noodles cooked by my mother were tasteless when I ate them in my mouth.
after middle school, I began to refuse to eat my mother's breakfast on the grounds that I had enough every morning.
Then I asked my mother for money to eat out. Of course, I also learned that there are various breakfasts in the street, and their richness is far better than that in the school cafeteria.
I seldom eat breakfast cooked by my mother in the future, unless I am lazy and don't want to go out, I just eat reluctantly.