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Mommas, what kitchen wisdom are you passing on to kids?
Janet Keeler of the Stir Crazy blog poses that questions. Here's what she has to say:
The first thing I learned to cook was meatloaf. My Mom never had a recipe for it. Into the ground beef, she added an egg, an old piece of bread soaked in milk and then squeezed dry, some tomato sauce, salt and pepper and spices that I can't even remember now. She stood by while I mixed the gooey mess with my hands.
Today, I make a similar meatloaf. (Don't tell her, but I think mine is better.) Still, she taught me my first lessons in the kitchen. She was not an adventurous cook but she made dinner every night, and was even-tempered when we yelped "Chicken again?" She'll say now that she never liked cooking all that much, but it was part of her duties as a wife and mother. She worked that job proudly and her three kids are all better for it.
As Mother's Day approaches, I am thinking a lot about what moms teach their kids in the kitchen. With so many of us scarfing down takeout or eating on the run, I wonder what legacy we'll be leaving. I can tell you this, my teenager isn't so keen on raw beef squishing through his fingers. But he does help me make cookies. (Don't tell the health safety overlords, but sometimes he licks the beaters. Raw egg alert!!!)
And while I know that some kids are cooking, I'd love to hear your stories about what Mom taught you to cook and what you're hoping to pass on to your own children when it comes to kitchen wisdom. Me? I am just hoping he'll eat more vegetables.
-- Janet K. Keeler, Lifestyles Editor
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