The heart of a home is the kitchen.
This was certainly true in my life. As one of the oldest children in a family of eight kids, I spent a great deal of time helping Mom prep, bake, and cook meals. By the time I was 14, I could easily make an entire dinner for all ten of us in a timely fashion. Many of my fondest memories were in the kitchen.
I love all things cooking. The kitchen is easily my favorite room in the whole house. There is a reason my living room is still only half unpacked one week after moving in, whereas my kitchen was fully functional within 24 hours. 🙂
Food is such a challenging topic in our culture today. For several people, it is an addiction. Some see food as fuel; others see it as a form of art. It can bring families together, be the means of showing hospitality to friends and strangers, and fulfill a basic need.
As such, it is my intention to teach my children – especially my boys – how to cook. I want to teach them how to pick healthy snacks, the importance of cleaning up after yourself, and how cook one or two meals well. But most importantly, I want to form memories with them.
By the looks of it, I’m well on my way.
|Learning to “wash dishes” aka playing in bubbles|
|Learning colors and numbers with muffin cup liners|