Excellent ingredients of baked sweet potato

No matter in study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. So, how to write a composition? The following is an excellent composition of baked sweet potato that I collected for you. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.

The smell of baked sweet potatoes wafted from the village head again, and I couldn't help thinking of the old man again. At the entrance of my hometown village primary school, there is an old man who sells baked sweet potatoes. He is about fifty or sixty years old! Although dealing with coal every day, he often wears a set of white clothes, clean and lined with his dark face, which really gives people an unspeakable feeling-after all, it is different.

Grandpa is very skilled in baking sweet potatoes and has a good grasp of the temperature of baked sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes, big and small, are put in the oven. When they need to be turned over, which ones to bake, he just needs to pinch and touch them, and it will be clear. The sweet potato he baked is just right, neither raw nor mushy, and the attractive fragrance often floats over the school wall and gets into our noses.

Grandpa never makes a hullabaloo about, but his oven is packed with "little greedy cats" as soon as school is over. Which child likes sweet potatoes, which child likes sweet potato noodles, and who has a big stomach and a small appetite, as long as you buy it once, he will not remember it wrong. The next time you buy it, he will get hot sweet potatoes without asking. Whether it's big or small, whether it's sweet or pink, it will suit you.

There is a homemade trash can next to grandpa's stove, which is transformed from waste paint barrels. The paint bucket deals with charcoal all the year round, and it is dark, but the words "everyone is responsible for protecting the environment" are written in red paint on the dark bucket. There is a large area around grandpa's oven. It's always clean, and there's no clutter at all. No matter which child peels off the sweet potato skin and throws it on the ground, grandpa will bend down to pick it up and throw it into the paint bucket. Next time, if the child who throws the sweet potato skin comes, the old man will definitely smile and say, "Kid, peel the sweet potato skin and throw it into the bucket. I'll clean it up It is uncivilized to litter everywhere. You are all knowledgeable students! "

After grandpa's teaching, many students, even the first-grade and preschool children, will consciously stand next to grandpa's homemade trash can after buying sweet potatoes, then throw the chopped sweet potatoes in and leave happily. Grandpa will smile when he sees this scene.

I haven't seen that grandpa since junior high school. But every time I see a vendor selling sweet potatoes on the roadside, I will think of the old man, whose white face is turning the figure of sweet potatoes, the soft and waxy sweet potatoes, and the paint bucket full of sweet potato skins. ...

There are many baked sweet potatoes around the school, which are the kind of carefully baked sweet potatoes. They are very fragrant, and the diffuse fragrance will make a large group of people rush to buy them every time they go to school or after school. I also bought two to try. They are very sweet and delicious, which is the kind of taste that conforms to the public's taste. I always feel that something is missing, which reminds me of baking sweet potatoes myself when I was a child.

My family lives in the countryside, and every year is the sweet potato harvest season. I want to clap my hands and laugh, because I can eat baked sweet potatoes again. My family piled sweet potatoes in a corner of the yard, so I took a small pot to pick them. Pick one, not enough, two, not enough, and then three, four, five … until the small basin is full. Grandma said she couldn't bake that much at once, so I said we'll bake it next time! Grandma smiled helplessly. She knows that I like baked sweet potatoes.

Grandma used to bake it. The sweet potato she baked was delicious, but I wouldn't let her bake it after she taught me how to bake it. I want to bake it myself. It's actually quite simple. When the meal is ready, there is still unfinished firewood under the stove. Just cover it on the sweet potato. However, it should be noted that the firewood with mars should be evenly covered on it, otherwise it will be baked half-baked.

After all this, I went to eat. Grandma said, eat slowly, and the sweet potato will be cooked after a good meal. So I looked at the big clock on the wall while eating, hoping that the minute hand could go as fast as the banknote needle.

Grandma finally said it was ready to eat, and then I ran to pick sweet potatoes. To tell you the truth, I really admire my grandmother's timing. She said that she can eat sweet potatoes, and sweet potatoes can be eaten when they are really ripe. She's heard too much.

Pull open the green ash, hold out the sweet potato, pat off the dust, uncover the sweet potato skin, smell it and eat it immediately. Sweet potato is very hot, which makes me grin, but it still can't stop my enthusiasm for eating. The hotter you are, the more I eat. The dog next to me squatted at my feet, looking at me with a pathetic look. Alas! Reward it! So I generously threw the leftover sweet potato skin at it, and it jumped up, grabbed it firmly with its mouth and enjoyed it with me. I often put two charcoal black "beards" on my mouth, but I don't. How handsome!

Time flies, and barbecuing sweet potatoes has become a wonderful memory of childhood. Eating these baked sweet potatoes, I don't feel much taste, but the taste of my own baked sweet potatoes remains in my memory forever.

Unforgettable is always the baked sweet potato in that hometown!

Roasted sweet potatoes's Excellent Composition 3 suddenly heard an unfair roar, "Hey, you guys are not buddies enough!" "Looking back, turned out to be a good friend pavilion. On second thought, we decided to bake sweet potatoes. At first, we found some hay and dead branches, built a square table with a few bricks and put some sweet potatoes in it. When ZSZSZSZ struck a match, the flame immediately jumped out of the yellow grass. We all cheered, but it didn't last long, and the grass was burned at once. Without grass, the fire went out at once. We quickly lit all the matches, and finally when the last few matches were about to burn out, the fire became very big and ran very high, almost burning my fingers. Xiao Yan immediately began to assign tasks. I touched my red finger to look for dead branches. Suddenly I heard a shout: "Tingzi, Yaru, come here quickly, the fire is going out." I hurried over, only to hear a sigh and the fire went out again. This time, after I found the grass, I ran forward regardless of the feeling of my feet. In this way, the fire broke out again.

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"I really can't run." "Me too." "Me too." "Why don't we bury the sweet potato in hot ash, and it should be cooked in a while." "That's a good idea. Why didn't you think of it just now? " "Do you think we spent a small afternoon just to eat this half-baked sweet potato?" "That's right!" But his face is full of warm smiles. "It should be ok!" "Take a look at it." "This baked sweet potato is delicious. It's mine! " "Give it to me, give it to me!" "If you don't give it, you won't give it."

Suddenly, Tingzi looked at me inexplicably. Then he said, "You have a lot of dust on your nose. Too funny. " "You're not. You are almost a national treasure and a giant panda. "

Eating delicious sweet potatoes baked by myself, laughing wildly, so comfortable.

Hahaha! Laughter resounded through the earth ......

Today, my parents and I went to my father's company to play. There is a small vegetable field in the company yard, and some vegetables such as cabbage, carrot, spinach and sweet potato are planted in the vegetable field. I told my father that I wanted to eat baked sweet potatoes, and my father said that we would bake them ourselves. All right, just do it.

First, my father and I dug a big hole in the ground. I said, "Why dig such a deep hole?" Dad said, "This way, you won't burn the grass next to you." . The hole has been dug, and we have brought in dozens of red bricks. Dad surrounded the brick on the edge of the pit, and then built it layer by layer, building five layers, leaving a smaller mouth as it went up. At this time, we set up a pit for baking sweet potatoes.

The second step, my mother and I went to the vegetable field to dig sweet potatoes. We dug two sweet potatoes, both of which are very small. Dad said to look for those dug around the sweet potato seedlings, which proved that the sweet potato was very big. Dad dug two trees as he said, and sure enough, sweet potatoes were very big. Soon, we dug a basket of sweet potatoes.

Next is the key moment of baking sweet potatoes, that is, burning charcoal. I found some newspapers and lighters, and my father found some dry branches and broken wood. We put the dry branches in the dug pit, first set the dry branches on fire with newspaper, and then slowly add some broken wood heads. After about 15 minutes, the wood burned red, and my father said that the wood had turned into charcoal and could be used.

Finally, we put the sweet potato into the burnt charcoal pit, cover it with bricks, and seal the cracks in the bricks with soil to prevent it from smoking. At this time, the pit looks like an inverted cauldron. Dad said that sweet potatoes can be baked in an hour.

How long did you wait-

An hour later, we came to the pit, and my father carefully pulled open the top layer of bricks, and the smell of baked sweet potatoes came to the nose. Let's take out the baked sweet potatoes and wash them.

I gave the baked sweet potato to my grandparents and we ate it together. Grandma praised my baked sweet potato for its delicious taste!

Today, I not only ate delicious baked sweet potatoes, but also learned a lot of knowledge. What a pleasant day!

Speaking of my first time, there are too many' no more'. Riding a bike for the first time, climbing a mountain for the first time … are all very interesting. But the most interesting thing is to bake sweet potatoes for the first time.

One afternoon, I was about to go out to play when the phone at home rang "Ding, Ding". It turns out that my brother called me to bake sweet potatoes. Without saying anything, I hung up the phone and rushed out of the house.

Set off by car and go straight to the destination-Xihuan Park. When we got there, we, we took things out of the car: a lot of sweet potatoes, a shovel, some waste newspapers and a lighter. My brother and I went to find firewood, and my uncle was digging on a slope. Not long after, my brother found a lot of firewood, piled up like a tall little earthen bag. My uncle has been busy, and my brother is really curious. He ran to help him up and asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?" What's the use? "Uncle put on his clothes and said," Well, it's digging a hole to stew sweet potatoes. Wait a minute, light the wood, wait for the wood to turn into charcoal, and put the sweet potato in the hole and bury it. "As soon as I heard it, I immediately understood that this hole should be dug first to bake sweet potatoes.

When the pit was built, my uncle grabbed a handful of soil and put his hand on the ground. Originally loose food soil immediately became a ball of soil. I asked my uncle curiously what it was for. Uncle said that these clods should be cooked and buried with sweet potatoes. After the preparations were completed, we started to light the fire. We put firewood in the hole, and a gust of wind blew, and the fire broke out instantly. Like a fierce devil, we swallowed all the wood. ...

After a while, the wood is almost burned, so we can put sweet potatoes in the hole. Sweet potato skin sizzles when it meets red-hot charcoal, giving off bursts of fragrance. The smell makes my mouth water. Put the sweet potatoes away and bury them in the pit with clods, and the work of baking sweet potatoes is completed. The next step is to wait.

Wait! Wait! More than an hour passed, and it was getting dark. My brother asked my uncle again and again, "When will it be ready?" "Open it and have a look!" My uncle couldn't stand our nagging and dug up the sweet potato. Suddenly the fragrance was overflowing, but unfortunately, because my brother and I were impatient, the baking time was too short, and some sweet potatoes were not ripe yet. My brother and I didn't care so much, so we wolfed it down.

This is the first time to bake sweet potatoes, and the fragrance of sweet potatoes remains in the depths of my memory. Through this incident, I understand a truth: you must be patient in doing things.

During the winter vacation, I often go out with my family to do some interesting things. These activities are very interesting and meaningful! Today, I tell you a very interesting thing, baking sweet potatoes. Of course, this word is familiar to everyone. It will be sold at a roadside stall, but my baked sweet potato is unusual this time.

One afternoon, my mother and my cousin went to bake sweet potatoes. We decided to bake them in the pit, because outdoors, considering the safety and environmental protection issues, we made a frame shell with rectangular iron sheets to cover the hay pit, so that the fireworks would not burn too much and the sweet potatoes would ripen quickly. Our main materials are sweet potatoes and wood. We also found a lot of branches and hay, and the raw materials can be roasted!

We stuffed all the hay into the pit, lit the grass first, and then slowly put the branches, but those branches and hay were simply not enough. We had to start picking up branches and hay. My cousin and I found a dead tree, which was cut down by the property staff, but it also needed to be treated. My cousin and I dragged the tree here, so we don't have to worry about firewood! But firewood alone is not enough! We picked up some bags everywhere and found a lot of hay, so the fuel was enough. Sweet potatoes cooked for a long time can be cooked soon. Mom turned them out with branches, and the baked sweet potatoes were brown outside, but yellow inside, delicate and sweet! Roasted, my cousin and I carried water to put out the fire. Otherwise it will cause a fire.

When we got home, we broke the sweet potato, and the burnt taste and golden flesh were particularly delicious.

This baked sweet potato gave me two inspirations: first, to protect the environment; Second, protect the homeland on which human beings depend; The fruit obtained through your own efforts and labor is always sweet; I will remember this wonderful holiday, experience my new life and look forward to the future. The happy holiday is over and a new study life is ushered in.

Today, the weather is very good. Some friends and I decided to bake sweet potatoes in the field opposite the reservoir by bike.

I took some sweet potatoes from home, and we went to the fields together. How beautiful the fields are! The sun shines on the earth with warm sunshine. Although the grass has dried up, the unique beauty of this winter is enough to make us excited for a while! I found some hay, my friends found some dry wood, and everything was ready. "What are you doing still standing? Hurry up and roast it! Zhao Zhen said. I quickly lit hay with a lighter, and then slowly put in small firewood. Soon, smoke billowed, and then flames soared into the sky. We threw the sweet potato into the straw pile and baked it for a while, and the sweet potato slowly turned from red to black. But it didn't take long for the firewood to burn out. We started to cooperate and asked Zhao Zhen, Xiao Dan and Hou Dan to find firewood. Qian Yongxu and I watched sweet potatoes. They looked for it separately, and the fire died down, but no one came back. What can we do? We are anxious like ants on hot bricks. We shouted: there is no fire, can you hurry up! The two of us first found some hay nearby for emergency, and when we got the grass back, only Mars was left. We quickly put the grass on it, squatted on the ground, opened our mouths and blew hard at the fire. The grass caught fire gradually, which made us both cry. I looked up, and Qian Yongxu's face was like a little black cat. As for me, not to mention, I can imagine my glorious image from the way he looks at me and his bad smile. However, the "rescue" was successful in the end. At this time, "reinforcements" have arrived, and we quickly continue to collect firewood. ...

With our joint efforts, the sweet potato is finally ripe. We couldn't help it for a long time. Too many cooks peeled off the sweet potatoes, and everyone scrambled to eat them. When I peeled off the burnt sweet potato skin, Huang Chengcheng's meat was exposed, and a fragrant smell came to my nose. We wolfed down our food, and no one forgot his image. Everyone wants to be a greedy cat, and laughter spreads all over the field. ...