Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone will be exposed to composition more or less. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition, and college composition (essay). I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays. The following are the essays about having a chef at home (selected 10 articles) that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to learn from and refer to them. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. There is a chef at home, Part 1
My mother is a chef. All chefs are fat, and my mother is no exception. The dishes she cooks always make people applaud and praise them, making people want to eat them again.
One day, my mother bought potatoes, pork... from the vegetable market and prepared to cook a big meal. My father and I stepped forward to help, but my mother said: "No, do you still need your help for these small dishes?" "After that, he walked into the kitchen and started washing the potatoes. After washing, he peeled the potatoes cleanly.
Let’s start cutting vegetables. My mother cuts vegetables as if she were playing the piano. She holds a potato in her left hand and a kitchen knife in her right hand. She presses the potato and starts cutting. She lifts the knife with her hand and drops it. Only a neat "click" sound was heard, and when he looked again, he saw that a plate of potato shreds had been cut in a short time, even and solid, as thin as hair. No matter who it is, anyone who comes to our house will say: "It's amazing!"
After cutting the vegetables, it's time to stir-fry them. She poured oil into the pot and heated it, then poured garlic and red and green chili shreds into the pot and stir-fried for a while, then poured shredded potatoes into the pot and continued to stir-fry. She also has a unique skill: she shakes the handle of the pot upward and stirs it. That pot was so heavy that I usually needed two hands to lift it, but my mother could easily lift it with one hand. Then it shook there and the dish did somersaults to the rhythm. When she turns it, not a drop of oil will splash out, let alone the dish. Add some vinegar and stir-fry for a while, add some sesame oil, and a plate of spicy and sour potato shreds with full color, flavor and flavor is ready.
Before my mother finished cooking other dishes, bursts of aroma wafted out of the kitchen, which made me salivate. I thought the hot and sour potato shreds my mother fried were even more delicious than those fried in restaurants outside. !
I really admire this kitchen god mom! Essay on having a chef at home Part 2
Speaking of celebrities, you may think they are out of reach. In fact, there is a "celebrity" in my family - grandma. She is the famous "chef" in our family.
My grandma is not tall, relatively thin, with a weather-beaten face covered with wrinkles, but her body is relatively strong. There are many dishes that grandma can cook: dry pot chicken, braised fish, braised prawns, steamed pork... Every day, grandma will prepare delicious dishes for our family. My favorite is braised pork. When cooking, my grandma skillfully cuts the pork into pieces and puts them in the pot to stir-fry. The oil in the pork boiled out, and the pork pieces became smaller as if they had lost weight. Then, grandma added an appropriate amount of seasoning and water, covered the pot and started cooking. After cooking, continue to stir-fry to reduce the juice. Grandma said while busy: "You must boil out the oil when making braised pork, otherwise it will not taste good." The bright red, soft and smooth braised pork is really mouth-watering. I couldn't wait to pick up a piece and put it into my mouth. The tender meat was mixed with the rich soup, which was fragrant and glutinous but not greasy. We all praised this dish so much that we devoured the whole plate of braised pork in no time.
If we were in the countryside, every time my grandma made delicious food, she would give some to the neighbors, ranging from steamed pork with rice flour to fried tofu. Whenever the neighbors held wedding banquets, my grandma would be invited to serve, and she would be very busy. When people wanted to give her money to thank her, grandma refused to accept it at all, always saying that this was what she should do.
I like my grandma who is good at cooking, and even more so, such a kind, honest and helpful grandma. Essay about a chef at home Part 3
My dad is very tall, but a bit lazy, and his cooking skills are terrible. So if my mother is not at home, we usually eat instant noodles.
Take last time for example! My grandpa passed away and it will take four or five weeks for my mother to come back. This is really hard for my dad and I. We eat instant noodles for three meals a day.
A better way to drink cold boiled water at home is to eat instant noodles with pickled mustard or eat out. In response to this situation, my dad decided to improve the food and cook it himself instead of eating out.
He just went ahead and bought a lot of ingredients that afternoon. He said: "Let me, a great chef, make a braised saury for you today!" He was interrupted before he could finish his sentence. "Stop bragging and cook it quickly. I'm starving to death."
"Okay! Let's get to work." He heated the pot first, and then put a small amount of vegetable oil. Then put the fish in and start frying. While copying, he also boasted, "Your father's cooking skills are comparable to those of chefs in five-star hotels. I think the rice I cooked back then was famous in the whole village." While talking and cooking, he also explained, "This braised rice You need to add salt, soy sauce, MSG, etc. to the saury.” After a while, the braised saury was ready.
I couldn’t wait to pick up the chopsticks and taste them. "Ah! So sour, so sweet, so bitter and so unpalatable!" Ah! How could it be? "It really tastes terrible." I thought maybe the seasonings were put in wrongly. He said, "No, no, how could I make such a stupid mistake? If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you." "After that, he went to get the seasoning. I couldn't laugh or cry when I saw it. This was not salt and soy sauce, but sugar and vinegar.
Whenever I think of that incident, I can’t laugh or cry, but who wants to have a “chef” at home? Composition of a Chef in the Family Part 4
There is a chef in my family. He once worked as a chef in Nanjing and also learned skills from a famous master in Suzhou. The food he cooks tastes really good! He is my dad.
I remember that on New Year’s Eve last year, our family finished lunch early and went to our hometown to cook New Year’s Eve dinner. After buying the groceries, Dad rolled up his sleeves, tied on his apron, and entered the kitchen, looking like a great chef. The first thing Dad wanted to cook was chicken soup. After he skillfully handled the chicken, he put an appropriate amount of water, wolfberry, black fungus, mushrooms, enoki mushrooms and other side dishes and seasonings into the pot, then covered the pot and started boiling the chicken soup. . While the soup was being cooked, my father was not idle. He also made my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried three shredded pork ribs, five-spice beef, and braised trotters... The chicken soup was out of the oven. When I opened the lid of the pot, a burst of aroma came out. At the same time, the last dish - spring rolls was also served. The color, aroma and taste of this New Year's Eve dinner made me salivate. I quickly picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and chewed it with relish. "Wow, it's crispy yet crispy, crispy yet sweet, sweet yet sour! It's truly a dish made by my dad. It's a delicacy that even the gods can't eat!" I sighed. "That's not true! Who is your dad!" Mom praised dad. Dad laughed, took a bite of the chicken himself, and said, "Not bad, my cooking skills are still as good as before!"
Dad pays more attention to the original flavor when cooking, and he doesn't like to add too many seasonings. . Let me tell you secretly, now dad is obsessed with making snacks again. As long as he is at home and after school every day, I can eat homemade "no additives" snacks. So my mother and I like to call him a "warm man" who loves to cook.
I am proud of my chef dad. Do you also envy me for having such a "warm" dad? Composition of a Chef in the Family Part 5
There is a person in my family who is good at both the living room and the kitchen. The whole family obeyed her orders. Her specialty is cooking. Everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, and swims in the water turns into delicious delicacies as soon as it reaches her hands.
No, there are many guests at home. As the saying goes, "Food is the most important thing for the people." If there are too many guests, there will be no shortage of food. Now it's time for her to show off her talents. Near noon, she slipped into the kitchen and concentrated on cooking for the guests. I followed her like a follower, and she quickly put on her apron, washed her hands, and gave the vegetables a bath. Turning on the fire, pouring the oil, preparing the seasonings and ingredients, the series of actions was very quick, without wasting any time. Everything was ready, just waiting for the dishes to be put into the pot.
As the oil came alive with the high temperature, I immediately jumped within the safe range.
I thought in fear: The oil is so hot, why don't you run away, are you not afraid of being burned? But she stood calmly, watching the right moment, quickly pouring the dishes in, stir-frying skillfully with her hands, adding salt, MSG, soy sauce... and finishing one dish after another in an orderly manner. Although her forehead was covered with big beads of sweat, there was still a bright smile on her face.
Braised, steamed, stir-fried, stuffed, boiled, fried... I was dazzled by the sight of them on the table. She was about to start eating, and the guests began to praise her: "It's so delicious." "It's even better than the chef." After hearing this, I couldn't help but feel proud of her: Of course, if it doesn't work well, then He is no longer the chef in our family. Just when I was feeling triumphant, she came out and I quickly gave her two thumbs up.
This is Chef Zhang in our family - mother. Because the food my mother cooks is unforgettable, I can enjoy it every day. How about it, envy it! Composition of a Chef at Home Part 6
Liberation! Liberated! As soon as my father's car stopped in the basement, I jumped out of the car and hurried back home. At this time, my stomach growled unsatisfactorily. I put down my heavy school bag and was out of breath. Suddenly there was a banging sound. I guessed that this sound must be that my mother was preparing to show off her cooking skills. I ran to the kitchen and saw that my mother was indeed here. Great, I can eat and drink again!
I saw my mother grabbing the oil bottle and pouring some oil into the pot. Suddenly, golden oil beads bubbled in the pot, like corns exploding, and immediately the red moon came. With the oil as my companion, the colorful patterns are displayed in front of my eyes. Wow, they are so beautiful! I can't help but praise. Mom stir-fried the tomatoes, and a scent suddenly hit her nostrils. After a while, fragrant tomatoes arrived on the plate!
Then my mother fried the eggs again and skillfully poured the egg liquid into the pot. With a sizzling sound, the egg yolks scattered in all directions. After a while, the yolk seemed to be fixed by the mother and no longer flowed in all directions, like the sun. With a shake of my mother's hand, the omelette made a perfect movement in the air, jumping, rolling, and landing safely. I was stunned to see it, wow! How awesome! Mom used the shovel to chop the omelette into pieces. It was like a piece of gold.
Finally, my mother asked them to join together and add seasonings, and the red and yellow tomatoes and scrambled eggs appeared. I shouted: Long live! Then I couldn't wait to take a big sip. It was really full of color, aroma and flavor. I knew this taste could be found in heaven, but it's rare to taste it in this world.
Ah! What a blessing it is to have a chef at home! Essay on having a chef at home 7
There are many chefs in my family. Chef Grandpa is good at cooking fish, fried chicken legs, etc. Chef Grandma is good at stewing soup, stewing ribs, etc. Today I want to talk about my mother. The chef is best at scrambled eggs, fried rice and soup noodles.
Mom beat two eggs into a bowl, stirred them evenly, then poured oil into the pot, and after the oil was hot, poured the egg liquid into the pot. There was a "crackling" sound in the pot for a while. When the eggs were cooked, pour the rice in, shovel it with a spatula for a while, and add an appropriate amount of salt. The egg fried rice has taken shape. Next, my mother pours the pre-cooked broth, fried vegetables, and chopped sausages into the pot and stir-fries for about a minute. Finally, she adds the coriander and stir-fries for a while. , a plate of egg fried rice with full color, aroma and flavor comes out of the pot. It is soft, delicious and very tempting. I eat it up every time.
My mother’s noodle soup is also excellent. Every time, my mother boils water first, then pours the children's noodles into the boiling water and cooks for a while, then takes the noodles out and filters them with clean water. It is said that the noodles will be chewier this way. Next, put the pot back into the pot and cook over low heat. Add the pork ribs soup and fried tomato scrambled eggs that have been cooked in advance and cook over low heat. A bowl of delicious tomato, egg and pork ribs noodle soup is perfectly presented in front of me. Every time I don't care about boiling it, I can't wait to eat it.
It is a blessing to have a "chef" mother who can fry rice and cook noodles. Essay on having a chef at home Part 8
My father is the "chef" of our family. I am so lucky to have my father as the chef at home.
Once, I was really greedy and wanted to eat the fragrant little meatballs, so I pestered my father and said, "Good daddy, your good daughter wants to eat the little meatballs." "Okay, okay, as long as my good daughter wants to eat, I will make it right away..." After saying that, the father started to cook happily. "Bang bang bang", it's dad waving the kitchen knife to chop the meat, "Gululu", it's dad gently making meatballs, "crashing", it's dad cooking the meatballs in clear soup... After a while, the fragrant little meatballs... The meatballs are ready. Haha, I ate all the meatballs and even the soup.
Another time it was my birthday, which was a good time for Dad to show off his talents. I saw my father busy in and out. After a while, a sumptuous birthday dinner was prepared. There were braised pork, sweet and sour fish, stir-fried potatoes...many of my favorite foods. My classmates all praised my father. My cooking skills are good, now my father is in the limelight.
Dad is the "chef" in our family. Although he is not a professional, as long as he has seen and eaten it, he can cook something similar. I love candied haws the most, but there are no hawthorns at home, so my father made candied oranges for me, which are crisp, delicious and delicious.
It’s so lucky to have a “chef” at home! An Essay on Having a Chef at Home Part 9
In the past, my uncle’s cooking skills were beyond description. However, recently, he has become a great chef! Before I took cooking classes, my uncle made me some pasta. The color looked attractive, but it tasted terrible.
However, a few days ago I was dragged to my uncle's house for dinner. At first, I was very resistant, like a stubborn donkey who couldn’t swallow the food on the table. Grandma kept praising next to her, "This is so delicious. It would be a pity if you don't eat it." "This fried chicken is so fragrant and crispy, and it tastes better than the ones sold outside." Although grandma said a lot, I still don’t move my chopsticks. Grandma seemed to be angry. She picked up a piece of sweet and sour fried dough sticks and threw it in front of me. She said coldly: "Eat it!" I picked it up and looked at the location of the trash can, ready to rush to it at any time. I quickly threw the fried dough sticks into my mouth, thinking silently: Let's make a quick decision. But the fried dough sticks stayed in the mouth for a long time, and they didn't have a particularly unpleasant taste. Instead, they still had a hint of sweetness. I took a bite, and the sweetness hit my taste buds. My eyes lit up, and I picked a few more. It was so delicious! Then, I continued to "sweep" the many dishes on the table, but my favorites were the fried boneless fish and chicken fillets. The fish smelled fragrant, golden on the outside, crispy on the outside and burnt on the inside. Tender, with a fishy aroma, so delicious. The chicken fillet smells exactly like fried chicken. Look at the appearance and the golden crispy skin. Take a bite, yum! The chicken exploded in your mouth, it was a big stick!
Hee! It’s great to have such a chef at home! Composition of a Chef at Home Part 10
I like to eat many dishes, such as scrambled eggs with tomatoes, dumplings, beef noodles, and cola chicken wings...but my favorite is scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I beg my mother to make me scrambled eggs with tomatoes every day. Of course my mother nodded every time.
I came home from school one day and found that my mother was not in the room. I can guess that my mother is definitely peeling tomatoes in the kitchen!
When my mother saw me coming back, she smiled and said: "I will cook your favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes for you today. Go and do your homework!" I seemed not to hear, watching my mother cooking. The red coat of the tomatoes was taken off piece by piece by my mother, leaving no trace of skin. With a "swish" sound, the kitchen knife came. Mom put the kitchen knife on the tomato. He frowned tightly, as if he was calculating something. Mom used a little force, and a small mouth popped out of the tomato. With a little more force, the tomatoes break into two halves. Tomato juice also came out. After a while, the tomatoes turned into several petals.
When it started to burn, my mother put the vegetables into the pot and made a "sizzling-" sound, and added some coriander and green onions. The fragrance came out after a while. Mom's movements are very skillful. This reminds me of what my grandpa told me. My mother never worked or did anything when she was a child, not even washing dishes. Not to mention being able to cook.
I still remember that my mother once learned how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes on Baidu. Thinking of this, I felt a little guilty, and I had scolded her secretly in my heart. Looking at her hair, it turned from black to a few white strands. But there is still a smile on his face. When my mother turned around, she saw that I was still standing beside her, stunned. Said: "Hurry up and do your homework!" I immediately ran to the room to do my homework.
I have always loved eating my chef’s dishes because her dishes have an extra flavor called mom’s taste.