Desire to learn

I didn’t grow up cooking.  While I have memories of my mother and her mother canning and cooking together, and my paternal grandmother’s kitchen being a constant source of culinary goodness, I have no memory of helping.  Or being taught any of the techniques or recipes I witnessed.

I want to say that things have changed for my kids.  That they’ve been my kitchen helpers daily since they could hold a wooden spoon.  But that’s not true.  At all.  Having never learned to cook at the side of a patient teacher, it’s been a struggle for me to find the patience to teach my own kids. Continue reading →