Every summer, I let my kids take over the cooking, one meal a week each. Once a week, I give them a stack of recipe books and tell them to pick anything that appeals to them. Then they write out the ingredient lists and I go shopping. Then on cooking night, I am there to help out if asked, but otherwise I am hands off and they do it all. Cooking with the Kids is so much fun!
Confession: I am kind of a control freak. So it kind of kills me when other people are cooking in my kitchen. But it is good for all of us right? I have learned over the years to say “oh well!” and smile when an egg hits the floor instead of the bowl, and “better get a cloth” and smile when the milk hits the counter instead of the mixer.
The kids always surprise me with the recipes they choose. It is often something that I wouldn’t normally look at twice, and can have quite exotic ingredients. They are great at tasting everything they make, and most of what they have cooked over the years has been fantastic. They are fearless, making falafel and flat bread without batting an eye.
We have learned important lessons like we don’t really like the taste of sweet orange, and you need to read the recipe early in the day in case something needs defrosting, and two main courses and a dessert is really too much food for one meal. It brings me so much joy to share my kitchen with them both and we laugh constantly. It has become one of my favourite things to do. I wish we could do it more often.