I’m one of the lucky ones… I come from a family of fantastic cooks! My childhood is filled with memories of a busy kitchen, the smell of garlic, the sound of oil popping and Papa singing along to Sam Cooke and Otis Redding. Dinner was frequently a multi-day event; everyone helped. The youngest ones learned to wash veggies and rice, then you graduated to mincing garlic and thinly slicing scallions. The older ones watched closely as sauces were slowly crafted; there were no recipes here. Only memories and stories of how prior generations perfected every dish and how it’s been unmatched since. Still, we tried. And to me, we didn’t do half bad.
Cook with your kids. If for no other reason then when they grow up, you will eat well.