Monday, March 15, 2010
And Then She Grew
I know that for busy moms sometimes it is hard to slow down the pace and let the little ones help in the kitchen. Sometimes they make mistakes...sometimes they make messes...and sometimes they do both at the same time! I am thankful that I have allowed Hope to cook with me over the years. She feels at home in the kitchen. She knows the procedures because she has grown up watching me and helping me cook. I am thankful that my mom allowed me to play in her kitchen. If you know my mom, I am sure this was close to her undoing! She is a neat freak to the core. I remember the time I had made a homemade cheesecake. I had just poured the batter into the pan. I was using her stove top as a work station. When I lifted the pan up to put it in the oven, the whole bottom fell out of the pan. Cheesecake batter went all into her stove. It is a wonder she didn't have "the big one" right then and there! I also remember the time I made a beautiful pecan pie while my parents where gone. I had gotten into her treasured pecan stash and cracked enough pecans to fill the pie. I had never cracked pecans before, and it was apparent with only one bite of pie! I had not gotten all of the shells off the pecans, and my dad nearly broke his teeth! I am sure that was a costly mistake, but I still wasn't discouraged from trying again.
The art of cooking is passed from one generation to the next, and I encourage you to bring your little ones by your side. By the way, don't just pass it on to your girls. Involve your sons too in this wonderful world. My kitchen is filled with messes, dirty dishes, good food, and lots of laughter along with kids by my side learning to cook. They may not be helping me cook each and every meal, but they are a part of it by chatting and watching what is being accomplished. My kitchen is truly the heart of our home because it is where my family gathers the most!
grace and peace,