I know how to cook.
I can make just about anything, as long as I’ve got a recipe of some kind. Often, I just glance over the ingredients to see what goes into something, and I just use my own estimated measurements. I’ve gotten pretty good at it, and I can’t remember the last time I made something that didn’t taste so great. And my husband definitely appreciates the variety.
I think cooking is such a necessary skill. Without being able to cook, you really can’t stay all that healthy. You have to depend on restaurants, fast food joints, and the prepared food sections. Plus, if you are really wanting something, you might not be able to find it anywhere, meaning you have to go without. That’s a total bummer.
I’m also a firm believer in the idea that a home cooked meal is the best option around. I hope my kids grow up believing that I’m the best cook ever, and no other recipes will be as good as what I make. Is that a weird wish? Maybe… whatever.
Because I’m such a big believer in the idea that everyone should know how to cook, I plan to teach my children. My daughter, who just turned 3, is already learned. If I measure out all the ingredients, she can totally make a cake batter or cookie dough without even blinking. Granted, I help her scoop, pour, and put things into the oven. That part can wait till she’s older. I also taught her how to use the microwave and toaster, but she knows she’s not allowed to touch them unless Mommy is in the kitchen, too. I’d like to think that, with such an advanced level of autonomy for her age, she feels more confident in her ability to care for herself. Perhaps this will help her self esteem, as well. She’ll know she has a skill that not many have, and she’ll be proud.
My son is only 7 months old, so he hasn’t started cooking yet. But he will. I hope he can make his wife dinner someday.
Such a strange wish, but I definitely hope for it.