My mother never taught me how to cook, either. I laughingly told my husband that he had to introduce me to the kitchen appliances when we got married.
I'm not a big eater, and have a limited diet for medical reasons. Nevertheless, I learned. Trial, error, cookbooks, and starting simple, I learned.
Dinner last night? Homemade apple bread, roasted chicken with herbs, roasted cauliflower with garlic, and buttered mash potatoes with parsley.
Tomorrow? Chimichangas from scratch and corn bread with green peppers.
When I cook now, I have my daughter join me in the kitchen. She peels vegetables, mixes the batter, tells me where to trim the fat off the chicken. She can identify when something is unedible and how to pick out fresh food. When spent most of our winter break baking cookies, sticky apple cobbler, and banana nut bread. The house smelled great, we worked well together, and every ate like kings!
Lucky for me after my first marriage broke up and I had two signs 3-5 to take care of I learned fast and am now considered quite a good cook.
Sounds good to me, when’s dinner? LOL.
Good for you teaching your daughter to cook and choose food. My daughters started in the kitchen at 2 years of age by tearing the lettuce for the nightly salad. Daughter #1 will be the next Martha Stewart and Daughter #3 cooks exotic (Thai, Punjabi). Daughter #2 joined the Marines, so she is playing catch-up with her sisters, but since she married a second generation Mexican, she is learning to make all the fun foods like Menudo and scratch tamales (START WITH A PIG’S HEAD).
I grew up in a family with a housekeeper. I taught myself to cook as a newlywed with the aid of The Joy of Cooking.
Both my children, now grown and married themselves, are real foodies, who eat and cook adventurously.