1. An essay about the kitchen

The most lively place in my house is the kitchen.

On Saturday, I heard the sound of water, so I walked downstairs and went to the kitchen to see that it was my mother cooking. When my mother was preparing to wash the vegetables, I immediately moved a small bench. I stood there and watched my mother wash the vegetables. When washing the vegetables, the water made a "swishing" sound, ah! The water flow is so fast! After washing the vegetables, start cutting the vegetables again. When cutting the vegetables, the kitchen knife and the knife board make a "kick" sound. Just like us, when we step hard on the ground with our feet, they also make a "kick" sound, ah! It's as fast as a flying knife. After cutting the vegetables, I started to stir-fry. While cooking, I made a "chirping" sound, as if I was chirping like a chicken. I really felt like I was in the countryside.

My kitchen is bustling with sounds and smoky. This is my lively kitchen. 2. The essay on our kitchen is written in the form of a total score

As long as you have been to my house, you will definitely know that my house has a big kitchen, which is bigger than my own room.

The kitchen door is made of glass, and the glass is very clean and dazzling. Not a single smudge is visible on the glass.

When you walk in, you will see a very exquisite black and white mini water dispenser. This water dispenser is divided into two parts. The upper part is divided into one part and the lower part is divided into one part. If you open the small door in the upper part, you will see a transparent teapot filled with hot water. As long as you press a hot water button on the top, hot water will automatically flow into the hole of the teapot. How about this water dispenser, isn’t it good?

When you walk in, you will see a refrigerator as big as two doors that you have never seen before. There are so many delicious foods in this refrigerator that your mouth will definitely water after looking at it.

Then, a console made of marble appears in front of you. This console is white and has many exquisite patterns engraved on it, which is very beautiful.

There is also a large air conditioner in my kitchen, which is turned on all day and night. Because some food will expire if not placed in the refrigerator, and the refrigerator cannot fit it, so I turn on the air conditioner. If you stay in the kitchen for too long, you will feel chilly.

I heard from my father that when he was a child, his kitchen was very small and dirty because his family was poor. No refrigerator, no water dispenser. I look at the kitchen now and think about the kitchen before. There is such a big difference. Nowadays, we have high technology and it is very convenient. There was no high technology at that time, and even water had to be fetched from wells outside. 3. Articles describing the kitchen

Zhang Guoli, a middle-aged Taiwanese male writer with a small bourgeoisie, wrote an article "The Evolution of the Kitchen", reviewing his mother's kitchen, his ex-wife's kitchen, and his own kitchen, and describing it in more detail I now own the kitchen that I share with my wife ***. His mother’s kitchen was a magical space where he thought “put the dough in the steamer, and after a few hours the steamer would automatically spit out fragrant pickled cabbage buns.” His ex-wife’s kitchen was a semi-disabled person that he had never set foot in and was pampered and opened his mouth. A strange space for a man; his own kitchen is a fashionable space for maintaining the relationship between father and daughter while pursuing his girlfriend; and the open kitchen that he and his wife now own is an important space for the living room on the right, the desk at the back, and the aroma of food that fills the entire house from time to time. .

The writer's pen is always full of magnetism. I walked around his kitchen, and I looked back on the kitchens I had entered.

It was already the mid-1970s when I remember this. We moved to a tube building in my father's workplace. ***Two floors, open-air staircase. The housing supply is limited, so a family of four is basically allocated two single rooms, each about 12-15 square meters. None of the residents has a separate kitchen. Every household has a briquette stove in the corridor, and a long table with a cutting board and some pots and pans next to it. A public water room is located at the end of the corridor. Every time I wash vegetables or fill a kettle, I have to pass by the long corridor and glance at the furnishings of other people's homes that I always think are more beautiful than my own.

The person facing the door is from Shandong.

Their breakfast, lunch and dinner always include noodles, steamed buns, pancakes and other types of pasta. Because of them, I learned for the first time that steamed buns can be round. My previous understanding of the shape of steamed buns was limited to the shape of a steamed bun cut with a knife. In this corridor-style public kitchen, my family probably didn't cook any fragrant dishes. I only remember that the young couple next door and next door often cooked spicy chili that filled the entire floor with smoke and made everyone sneeze.

In the early 1980s, my kitchen was a single room built independently outside the house using wooden boards, linoleum felt and other materials, with an area of ??about 8-9 square meters. The pots and pans are placed on the long table, and the bowls and pans are placed in the cabinets, lined up along the wall. A simple window with a stove standing under the window frame. If it rains, the stove should be pulled farther away from the window because the window edges are poorly sealed and rain will seep in. At that time, briquettes were being burned, and if the furnace was sealed well at night, the furnace could be used without regeneration for several days. It's my job to light the stove, so what impressed me most about this kitchen was that I was in tears from the smoke, and at the same time, my mother blamed me for not sealing the stove last night. The consequence was that I might have a stuffed rice meal at noon, and I might be late for work and school in the afternoon. .

Something else happened in this kitchen that I will never forget. The kitchen was in disrepair and there were wide gaps between the wooden boards of the walls. One winter night, a wild cat seemed to have used bone shrinkage to get through the wide gap, and then managed to get into my bedroom next to the kitchen and jumped on my bed. Because of the cold, it pushed hard into the quilt. I vaguely felt something and wanted to push the "obstacle" away. Unexpectedly, what I touched was a furry living thing. I was so frightened that I sat up with a "Wow-" and subconsciously threw the wild cat out. The cat quickly ran away with a "meow", and I stayed there for a long time without finding my soul. From then on, I was insulated from furry pets.

In 1985, I finally walked into the apartment kitchen. The windows did not leak water, the walls did not leak air, and gas replaced the black coal. Looking around the kitchen, it is spacious and bright, and the items are well arranged. However, this neat arrangement will be unexpectedly destroyed.

At that time, my father often traveled on business. Mom tries to avoid killing chickens and geese while Dad is on a business trip. One time, my father was on a business trip for a long time. My mother saw that the live chicken was getting thinner and thinner at home. She felt a little distressed and decided to kill it. I was called to the kitchen as an "accomplice", and my job was to hold the chicken firmly: hold the chicken legs with my right hand, twist the chicken's neck with my left hand, and my mother would hold the knife to rub the chicken's neck. As a result, my mother’s hands were shaking, the chicken was in pain, and she was struggling fiercely. When I let go, the chicken banged all over the kitchen with its neck dripping with blood. I stood there, and my mother was so angry that she yelled and blamed me for being useless At the same time, he ordered me to catch the chicken. The man and the chicken struggled, but in the end the chicken was no enemy and was caught, slaughtered and scalded. . . After the scene subsided, I looked at the kitchen after the chicken jump and saw two words - "embarrassing". 4. A 200-word essay on my kitchen

This is my kitchen. The room is long and narrow and rectangular. Walking into the kitchen, there is the sink directly in front of me. This is where I wash dishes. The sink is next to the window, so the lighting is better; there is a row of cooking tables against the wall on the left, with a stove built in the middle, and a matching range hood above it; There is a row of medium-high cabinets against the wall on the right, which contains my pots, pans, and small tableware that I treasure. I always add some new tableware from time to time. There are many things on the cabinet, such as fruit baskets, rice cookers, etc. There is a refrigerator next to the cabinet, and there is always a lot of food in it. There is a microwave on the refrigerator. I always make some popcorn to eat, and I never get tired of eating it. . Oh, there is one thing missing, and that is the light in my kitchen. The crystal light on the ceiling was specially installed by me to create an atmosphere. It is very distinctive, but it is very troublesome to clean.

This is my kitchen, the birthplace of my meals.

5. Make up a fairy tale of 400 words based on what happened in the kitchen.

It was late at night, the little master had fallen asleep, and the kitchen was quiet. After a while, the kitchen started to become lively. Bowls, chopsticks, rice cookers, spoons, microwave ovens, refrigerators...all came out to play one after another. Some of them were whispering, some were singing, some were practicing martial arts, and some were dancing. At this time, the refrigerator Grandpa coughed and said, "Let's compare who has done the most for the little master, shall we?" Everyone answered in unison: "Okay!" Brother Wan was the first to speak and said, "Of course I have done the most. , I help the little master pack rice and vegetables every day. Without me, the little master won’t be able to eat!” Sister Spoon said loudly: “You are the only one who dares to say that you do the most things, and you don’t feel ashamed. Of course you are. I have done the most things. Without me, the little master will not be able to drink the soup." The partners all agreed with what they both said. Brother Chopsticks said proudly: "None of you have done as much as me. If you didn't If you don't have me, what's the use of just having a bowl and a spoon?" The microwave oven uncle said unconvincingly: "I can do the most things without me! The little master can only eat raw and cold food! "... Just like that, everyone said that they did the most things, and time passed like this, but no one agreed with the result. At this time, the refrigerator grandfather spoke, and suddenly , the kitchen became quiet, and Grandpa Refrigerator said: "Don't argue. In fact, you are all great. The little master thanks you very much, but think about it, separate you. The little master only uses a bowl or a spoon. Is that okay? Little master. Can the master eat delicious hot meals? It’s definitely not possible! Only when everyone works together and does their best, can everyone play their best role, right? They seemed to understand a lot of truth at once, stopped talking, and returned to their original calmness. At dawn, the little master got up. Brother Wan, Brother Chopsticks, and Sister Spoon... jumped into the disinfection cabinet one after another, and they were ready to prepare for the little master again. The master is at work... 6. Composition on the Kitchen of the Future

Composition on the Kitchen of the Future Today, I came home from school and saw my mother resting in bed. It turned out that my mother was sick.

I didn’t disturb my mother and went to the kitchen alone to find something to eat. But I rummaged through the cabinets and cabinets and almost turned the kitchen upside down, but I couldn't find anything to eat. Just when I was about to get hungry, God had eyes and my father came back.

As soon as Dad came in, I urged him to cook quickly. Dad said: "You can be my little helper!" "Okay!" I agreed wholeheartedly.

Let’s start cooking. Dad is mixing noodles. For dad, that's a piece of cake.

It’s hard for me to peel onions and garlic. When peeling garlic, the garlic slices seemed to be deliberately against me. My nails hurt when I pinched them, but I still couldn't peel them cleanly. Peeling onions was even more difficult. The spicy smell of onions made me cry.

Dad started cooking, and I watched from the sidelines, but the oily ideas kept jumping on me regardless of the situation. "Ouch!" I screamed because it was so hot.

I understand now that cooking is not an easy task. At this time, I suddenly thought about how great it would be to have a voice-activated kitchen! At night, I had a dream. I dreamed that a high-tech voice-activated kitchen was installed in our home. I was so happy that I immediately ordered the kitchen utensils to cook a delicious meal. As soon as I finished speaking, pots and pans came to me.

The chopsticks picked up a piece of mutton chop and fed it to my mouth. Before I could swallow it, the spoon scooped up another spoonful of soup for me to drink. As soon as I finished drinking, the chopsticks were busy picking up this piece for me. Then, there are all kinds of delicious food, and I enjoy eating them! Just after I had a feast, a sudden burst of piercing sound knocked all my delicious food away. Although I woke up from the dream, my thoughts are still stuck in the dream. I believe that in the near future, this great project will be completed by me myself! Baidu expert team is happy to answer your questions. If you find it helpful, please give it a positive review, thank you.

7. 600-word essay: In the kitchen

I love my warm home, especially my kitchen. The tempting fragrance can waft from there at any time, and then I will "drool to the point of three thousand" Feet." Then go and eat some of that delicious food secretly while dad or mom isn't paying attention. Not only that, but every time before I "saliva water three thousand feet", there will be a wonderful kitchen symphony.

Mom may have accidentally "ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping" again. That's because the stainless steel basin fell to the ground. Because the ground was too slippery, my mother threw the plate or bowl as if it were a flying saucer. Then when it was about to land on the ground, something malfunctioned, so it exploded and was blown to pieces, but that happened very rarely.

Mom was stirring the food with a spoon, much like a conductor holding a stick, while dad was chopping vegetables vigorously, which was the sound of beating drums. Dad was There is roughness but fineness. Cutting vegetables is a delicate job, but dad does it well and quickly. It seems that "dad chops vegetables - roughness has fineness". Although my mother seems to be a commander-in-chief, she is doing it In terms of food, my mother is still far behind my father. What my father is best at is fish. Although I like to eat it very much, my father is the kind of person who hides his secrets. Unless there is something important, he will only eat fish. I showed off my skills and cooked my favorite tomato fish and scallion carp. Many guests came to my house and ate the "fairy flavor" made by my father. They all left full of praises, and then a few days later Then I called and asked my dad how to make these two dishes. When my dad told them the secret recipe, they couldn't make it taste like that. Well, it seems that my skills are still very high, but my dad told them the secret recipe. Dad doesn’t have as much power as mom, so mom is the conductor and dad is a band member.

I really like this place that can both create fragrance and be used as a concert hall. It’s because my good dad likes it very much. I like to watch the kitchen symphony here, and dad I like to stretch out my hands here, so my dad and I are both fatter.

Original address: 8. Composition: Urgent in the Kitchen 600 words

"The time has come!" said my grandma, "the great moment has come! Are you ready, my baby?" ?” It’s exactly half past seven.

Bruno is about to finish his fourth banana in the glass tank. "Wait a minute," he said, "just a few bites away."

"No!" my grandma said, "we have to go!" She picked him up and held him tightly in her hands. She was very nervous.

I have never seen her like this before. "I'll put you two into my handbag now," she said, "but leave it unbuttoned."

She put Bruno in first. I held the small bottle and waited.

"It's you now," she said, picking me up and kissing my nose. "Good luck to you, my baby. Oh, you know you have a tail, right?" "One What?" I said.

"A tail, a long curved tail." "To be honest, I didn't think about it," I said, "Oh my god, I have a tail! I see it now!" I can still swing it! It's awesome, isn't it?" "I only mention it because you might need it when climbing in the kitchen," my grandma said. "You can roll it up and use it. Hook onto something so you can swing and lower yourself from a height to the ground."

"I wish I had known this," I said, "so I could practice using it. "It's too late now," my grandmother said, "we have to go."

She put me in her handbag and left me with Bruno. I immediately got into the pouch on the side as usual so I could stick my head out to see how Zhou was doing.

My grandma picked up her cane and walked out into the hallway to the elevator. She pressed the button and when the elevator came up, she entered the elevator.

There is no one else in the elevator. “Look,” she said, “I can’t talk to you any more once we get to the restaurant.

If I talk, others will think that I am crazy and talking to myself. "The elevator reached the ground floor and stopped with a jolt.

My grandma stepped out of the elevator, walked through the hotel lobby, and walked into the restaurant. It was a large room with gold on the ceiling and walls around it. There is a large mirror.

The guests always have reserved seats, and most people have already sat down to have dinner. The waiters are busy coming and going with plates.

Our table was small, in the middle of the restaurant, against the right wall. My grandma walked all the way there and sat down.

I poked my head out of my handbag and saw something in the middle of the room. There are two rows of long tables, but no one is there yet. There is a business card on each long table, which reads: Member of the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children.

My grandma looked at those two cards. She said nothing. She opened the napkin and spread it on her handbag.

She put her hand under the napkin and gently covered me with it. I raised it to my face and whispered, "I'm going to put you under the table.

The tablecloth almost reaches the floor, so no one can see you. Are you holding the bottle? "Yes," I replied quietly, "I'm ready, Grandma." "

At this time, a waiter in black came over and stood next to our table. I saw his legs from under the napkin, and I knew who he was as soon as I heard the voice.

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His name is William. “Hello, madam,” he said to my grandma, “where is your young master tonight? "He wasn't feeling well," my grandmother said. "He stayed in his room."

"What a pity," said William. "Tonight there is green pea soup, and the choice of main course is fried sole steak or roast lamb." "Green pea soup and roast lamb, please," my grandmother said, "but don't hurry up, William."

I'm fine tonight. You can start with a glass of dry sherry. "

"Of course, ma'am. " William said and left.

My grandma pretended to drop something, bent down, and put me from under the napkin to the floor under the table. "Go, honey, go. "

She said softly. Then she sat up again.

It was all on my own now. I stood up holding the small bottle.

I It's clear where the door to the kitchen is. I have to walk half way through the dining room to get there.

I'm going this way, running like lightning from under the table to the wall. Through the dining room.

It was too dangerous. My plan was to go around the wall to the kitchen door.

Oh, how I ran. .

I don’t think anyone saw me, they were busy eating, but I had to go through the main entrance of the restaurant.

As I was about to go there, a large group of women came. Come in. I hugged the bottle close to the wall.

At first I only saw the shoes and ankles of the women who came in like a wave, but when I raised my head and looked, I saw them immediately. Who was it? It was the witches who were coming to the dinner party! I waited until they were all gone, and then rushed towards the kitchen door.

A waiter opened the door and entered the kitchen. I followed him and hid behind one. Behind the big trash can. I hid for a few minutes and listened to all the talk.

Oh my God, what a noisy place! The dishes and pots were buzzing! Everyone was shouting! The waiters hurried in and out of the restaurant, shouting the names of the dishes to the chefs! "Taiwan 28: four soups, two muttons, two fish!" Two apple pies and two strawberry ice creams on Channel 17! "There were endless shouts about this kind of thing. Not far from my head, there was a handle sticking out from the edge of the trash can.

I jumped with the bottle in my arms, did a big somersault, and grabbed it with my tail. I grabbed the handle. My body was suddenly upside down and rocking back and forth.

It was scary.

I said to myself: This must be what it feels like for a trapeze artist to swing high in the acrobatic booth. The only difference is that his swing can only swing back and forth, while my swing (my tail) can swing in any direction at will.

Maybe I could be an acrobatic rat. Just then, a waiter walked in with a plate, and I heard him say: "The old witch at platform 14 said the meat is too old! She wants to change it!" A chef said: "Give her plate Me!" I dropped to the floor and peeked out from behind the trash can.

I saw the chef shoveling the meat off the plate and replacing it with another piece. Then he said: "Come on guys, give her some gravy!" He passed the plates to everyone in the kitchen.

Do you know what they are doing? Every cook and kitchen boy spit on the old lady's plate! "Now let's see if she likes it!" said the chef, returning the plate to the waiter. Soon another waiter came in and called. 9. Write a 300-word essay on a dark kitchen

At night, the bright moon rises slowly in the sky, and the stars follow the moon back to the sky. When the moon and stars... fell asleep, the chopsticks, forks, knives, and plates in my kitchen all ran out of the cupboard, and the competition of "who is the best" began.

The Chopstick family jumped out and said proudly: "We Kaizi can help humans pick up food, so our family should win this competition!" At this time, Chako said to everyone with a contemptuous look: " Huh, you can only help Chinese people. And what about me? Foreigners can use me, and Chinese people can use me. Foreigners can use me to eat Western food, and Chinese people can use me to..." "What can I do with you? My straw bag is bigger than mine. Foreigners use me to cut beef when they eat Western food, but Chinese people use me to cut fruits. "My knife is more useful!" At this time, they were noisy and woke up everything that was sleeping, but they still didn't notice it, and the noise became louder and louder. When the plate saw it, he said: "Stop, I didn't even tell you what I am for, and you started arguing! Don't you take me seriously?" Fork, chopsticks, and knife said again: "If you want to say something, say it now!" The plate said: "I can hold a lot of things: fruits, vegetables... Besides, you pick up the food from me, so I should be the champion!"

They have never been able to distinguish the champion. So, they asked Grandpa Desk to sort out the champions for them, but Grandpa Desk said: "Each of you is a champion, and each of you has its own use. You should live in harmony, so that you can grow together." Grandpa Desk's words made everyone feel ashamed. The ground lowered his head.

The quarrel in the kitchen is finally over and everyone is finally living in harmony!

Dark Kitchen 10. Use the discussion in the kitchen to write an essay of about 200 words

On Sunday, I was doing my homework and suddenly heard a burst of noise, so I I followed the sound to the kitchen, and it turned out that the vegetables were having a discussion.

First of all, Miss Carrot appeared. As soon as Miss Carrot appeared, she said: "Although I look ugly, my heart is beautiful and I am very nutritious, but the children don't like me. Even the children don't like me." The same goes for our little master. She didn't even look at me, which made me very sad."

Mr. Huang Dou came next. Mr. Huang Dou cried and said, "I am Douzhong. The king is a bean within a bean. But some children also like me too much and always ignore me. I feel very sad after saying that.

The sister-in-law with chicken bones who was sleeping nearby was also woken up. She laughed and said: "You vegetables are so useless, why are you so despised! Look at me, how popular I am. The chicken was finished so quickly. At this time, Dr. Baicai stood up and said, "Have you seen the big fat man and the little fat man on the road? Do you know why they are so fat? That's because they eat too much meat, not many vegetables, and no nutritional ABCDE, so they have so much fat.

I stood by the door and blushed, thinking: "I will definitely convey your thoughts to the picky children and myself, and tell them to eat more vegetables and less vegetables." When eating meat, you must pay attention to the nutritional balance, so that you can grow healthily.