I’ve been encouraging both my girls to spend more time in the kitchen, they each have to cook one meal a week.
After some spectacular failures I’ve also specified that until further notice all recipes must be chosen from the Women’s Weekly Basic Cookbook, thus teaching them a specific set of skills that will stay with them for life (or so I hope).
Cooking also teaches you to follow instructions and you find out why it is important to follow the instructions (inedible food is a very immediate consequence).
So far Heidi is pretty focused on perfecting her beef stroganoff, but did branch out the other night and create a recipe all of her own; “tomato sauce”. She decided to service it with sausages and chips and I attempted some cheesy cauliflower on the side. Heidi would like to be a chef when she grows up and the more time she spends in the kitchen the firmer she feels about this goal. I love how far she has come from the days of endless experimental soups to creating really tasty meals.
Annie is alternating between sweet and savoury recipes from the Basic Cookbook and doing very well and making them 90% by herself, just the occasional ‘gross’ job such as dicing meat that she asks for help with.
In addition Annie is starting to talk about the day she will move out of home, Nana J has given her an awesome Sandlewood Chest to store items in, getting ready for the move. Annie has purchased a cast iron fry pan and an Ikea dishbrush to start her collection. She is already noticing and pointing out job ads in shop windows and talking about the day in two years time when she can start work. It is scary and amazing seeing glimpses of the adult she will become.
We’ve been talking about where food comes from, shopping ethically and both girls take turns visiting the market with me on weekends, meeting the stall holders and learning about the produce. Our veggie garden is slowly, ever so slowly taking off, Heidi loves picking herbs from the garden to include in our meals.
Really it is all rather awesome and I don’t even mind the messy kitchen, which is something I never thought I would say.