我又学会了烧菜作文400字【一】
if i were a boy again, i would school myself into a habit of attention; i would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. i would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
the habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. i often hear grown up people say, “i could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although i wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
if i were to live my life over again, i would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. i wou
ld strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. it takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. it only needs early cultivation to become a power.
if i were a boy again, i would cultivate courage. “nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.
we too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” the fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
if i were a boy again, i would look on the cheerful side. life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, i smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
inner sunshine warms
not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
if i were a boy again, i would school myself to say no more often. i might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
if i were a boy again, i would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. the smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, i would, if i were a boy again, i would still try harder to make others happy.
我又学会了烧菜作文400字【二】
早晨我刚刚起床，奶奶就买菜到家了，我连忙接过沉沉地菜包，送进厨房，打开一看，里面有鸡、虾、白菜、西红柿、葱……突然我发现有两个比我拳头还大的球球，长得很丑还很脏，咦，这是什么？我轻轻地拿起问：“奶奶，这是什么东西？”奶奶笑着回答：“傻孩子，这不就是你最爱吃的土豆吗。”啊？我仔细地看着，心想：长得这么丑，怎么能做出美味的菜呢？
快十一点了，妈妈来到厨房开始洗菜。只见妈妈把土豆削去皮，洗干净，先切片，再切丝，很快完成了。我说：“妈妈，今天的土豆丝能不能让我烧？”妈妈扭头看着我，迟疑了一下说：“你炒？真的？”我点点头，妈妈笑了，说：“好的，不过你要小心。”
妈妈帮我座上锅、点好火，说：“来吧！”我站在锅前，等锅热了，倒上油，现将葱、姜下锅，翻了几下，再将洗好的土豆丝倒入锅内，一下锅，油滴像放烟花似的蹦了起来，我连忙向后退，可是还有一小滴落在了我的手面上，非常地烫，妈妈连忙帮我檫去，说：“快翻！快翻！”我壮着胆走上去开始翻，经过几下翻动，锅里的油就平静了下来。我继续不停地翻动着，由于锅有点干，加了小半杯开水，翻了几分钟，加了一小勺盐、一点点糖、滴了一些酱油，接着翻，最后，放了一点点鸡精，再接着翻，在我已经累得翻不动时，土豆丝也熟了。在妈妈一步一步的精心指导下，土豆丝终于烧好了。我说：“妈妈，请你帮我装盘吧。”
中午，当我们一家吃着可口的土豆丝时，我想：爸爸妈妈每天要上班，回家还要烧饭、洗衣、打扫卫生……他们多辛苦呀，今后我要帮着他们干我力所能及的家务活。
我又学会了烧菜作文400字【三】
你们知道我最喜欢吃什么吗？对了！就是荷包蛋！今天，阿姨就给我烧了一个荷包蛋。
阿姨先拿来了一个锅子，一个盘子和一只鸡蛋。她在灶头前按下了一个开火的按钮，这时，发出“嗞嗞”的声音。阿姨把按钮转 了一下，只听见“轰”的一声响，红色的火苗蹿了出来，仿佛一条吐着火舌的龙。这时，我吓得后退了好几步，以为要着火了，过了一会儿，蓝色的火苗不知什么时候舔着锅底冒了出来。接着，阿姨拿出食用油倒在锅子里。她拿着锅子晃了晃。我好奇地问阿姨：“这是为什么呢？阿姨语重心长地 说：“那是要让食用油能均匀地沾满锅底。”接着，阿姨等油烫了后，把火调成小火。然后，阿姨把鸡蛋往锅口上一敲，鸡蛋上顿时出现了一道裂口。这时，只听见“哧哧”的声音，慢慢地蛋清从银白色变成了白色。不久，蛋清上冒起了一个个小泡泡。阿姨拿了少许盐，小心翼翼地撒在蛋黄上。等盐稍微干了之后，阿姨就拿起锅铲把荷包蛋翻了个身。只见，鸡蛋慢慢地凝固了，变成了一个黄白相间的“饼”。最 后，阿姨用锅铲把荷包蛋盛进盘子里。此刻，整个屋子里充满了淡淡的荷包蛋的香味，让我馋涎欲滴(。我闻到了荷包蛋的香味，情不自禁地说：“真香，真香啊！”我迫不及待地拿起筷子，夹起那金灿灿的荷包蛋，大口大口地吃了起来。黄澄澄的汁水不停地往下流。
阿姨烧菜还有许多学问的'呢？
