There are times when nothing turns out quite right—the cookies burn—the soufflé flops—the soup has no taste—the bread doesn’t raise.  The pantry is stocked and you still don’t have the spice or herb ingredient the recipe calls for.  But still—I love to be in the kitchen more than any other room in the house.  


When I say this to people they typically say one of two things—Either they get a look of distain or a puzzled look—as though to say—“you’re crazy” and then proceed to change the subject quickly.  Or they say something wistful like “I wish I could cook but I’m not good at it.”  This response makes me feel perplexed.  I used to think everyone liked to cook.  And I believe that if someone really wants to get good at it-- they can.   My mother always said, “If you can read, you can cook.”  


Growing up, I remember watching her joyfully preparing foods in the kitchen.  I even remember her making homemade potato chips.  You would think that having me in tow after raising eleven other children she may have given up or ran out of patience but that was not the case.  I remember being allowed to help—it was a messy thing.  Mixing-chopping-kneading-peeling-stirring-spreading and pouring.  Even when it did not turn out quite right she would praise my efforts. The kitchen is a great place for children to develop life skills; shopping–cooking-cleaning up, all sorely needed for becoming self-sufficient.  This is the reason on this website you will see children participating in preparations on some of the tutorials...