Mom

My mom taught me to cook, and I am pretty sure it was on purpose. Some of my earliest memories are of food. Making cinnamon toast, scrambling an egg, whatever. I know she had me doing this before I was 9 years old just by where we lived. As a preteen she would leave stuff out for me to make with the directions and expect me to have dinner made. Simple stuff like spaghetti, meatloaf, roast chicken. My dad even pretended he liked my tuna noodle casserole. That is what was made and that is what we ate. My cooking was edible fast.

These days when she teaches me it is a little different. She has gotten pretty good at some Indian curries and such and for my b-day I got a cookbook (with favorite ones marked) and a set of spices. This has widened my repertoire greatly.

Ya know- I am glad she took the time to teach me. I hope I have done that with my kids. And that they do it with theirs.