Posted on 09/03/2008 1:20:56 PM PDT by grjr21
I put an egg in my ramen noodles along with peanut butter and banana sandwiches. I graduated college debt free.
Where's Mom Now That I Need Her
I still reference it on occasion. ;-)
My hubby was a decent baker in college. His college buddies would brag to me how good his bread was. Once he married me, he didn’t bake bread again for nearly 10 years. They suddenly forget how to cook in the presence of estrogen, I suppose.
You can definitely survive, you just can’t survive indefinitely.
Same goes for rabbit...Lacks an essential amino acid.
My son, who is now in Special Forces, was complaining that I didn’t do things like music lessons, soccer, etc. for him and his brother. On the other hand I remember one Mother’s Day when he was 7 or 8 they decided to give me breakfast in bed. He made pancakes from scratch. I had let them help make some previously. He couldn’t remember how I got the butter in, so cut the butter in little bits and sprinkled it into the batter. Nice little surprise pockets of melted butter in the pancakes.
I used to have them help me cook and season food. I would give them a taste of stew, then have them sniff different herbs and spices and choose one. I would add some and then we would taste again. When he was 8 or 9 the younger brother decided he wanted to fix us chile for dinner. He decided to use some dill for flavoring. It was different, but good. I used to leave a tray of healthy snacks in the refrigerator. They both enjoy cooking and entertaining with their wives.
I also taught them to sort their laundry and wash it when they were about 8 or 9. I was working full time. When my older boy was in ROTC, sometimes he would ask me to iron his shirt since he had to get up at 5 am to be at drill at 6 am. I was glad to do it.
One of my son’s complaints was they had to raise themselves. On the other hand he went into the 82nd Airborne first before transferring to Special Forces. Oh, well, I guess we parents can never get it right.
But Mom the recipe doesn't call for honey.
1 tsp of honey in my recipe.
I have a 17 year old son who thinks he can cook. The hideous concoctions he comes up with boggle the mind, not to mention he leaves the kitchen looking like it's been bombed with 500-pounders loaded with the contents of Arab dustbins . . . . and when you ask him, "Well, did you check the Joy of Cooking like I said?" he gives you this completely blank look.
It's not for want of teaching, but he wasn't interested in helping in the kitchen when he was younger and had to be forced/bribed to help. And none of it seems to have stuck.
To be absolutely fair, my 20 year old daughter isn't much of a cook either, but she's coming around now. At least she can read a recipe!
Sort of an egg-foo-young thing. I never tried that; I was cooking in a hot-pot. I graduated debt-free, too.
If you wait till the teen years, you've waited too long. Our son has been in the kitchen with us since he was 6.
It's no suprise that he's in charge of cooking for his Boy Scout patrol on every campout. He thinks it's cool. No KP for the cook.
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“I take it none of you have tried to teach a teenage boy how to cook?”
Exactly, you started much too late. See my Comment 25. I started having my two little brothers, and two sons, “helping” my stir, measure, break eggs, etc. when they were 2 or 3 years old. Of course, my mother almost had a cow when she called from her weekly marketing and laundry expedition to find out how the baby sitting was going. I was 12 or 13, and my brothers were 2 and 4 or 3 and 5. When I said we were making chocolate nut drop cookies from my children’s cook book, I heard her gasp. The cookies were delicious, I don’t remember how messy the kitchen was or wasn’t.
But back in my youth such coddled young men were happy to find a lovely young lady and marry her. They even graciously put up with lousy meals while their brides learned to cook, just so they wouldn’t have to!
I graduated debt free eating three meals a day of Cream of Wheat! (It was fortified with iron!)
Why not. Britney Spears mom wrote a parenting book.
bttt
Good one!
By the time they hit their teens it's too late. My mom always said, "If you can read, you can follow a recipe." Started with the fun stuff when I was six- cookies & cakes, by the time I was eight I could make my own meals.
;-)
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