When our son’s baseball team (The Cavaliers) wins, he’s hungry. It’s a physical hunger mixed with the thrill of victory. That’s when the mood is high and the appetite is strong. After a win on the first day of a tournament, he asked on the way home:
“Mom, what’s for dinner?”
“Pasta with meat marinara sauce, I thought we would do some carb loading for your games tomorrow.”
“Do we have any hot dogs?” he asked.
“Yes, but we are having pasta with meat sauce.”
“I know, I want that, but do we have any hot dogs? I have something I want to do.”
“Knock yourself out.” I thought to myself.
He came up with a hot dog on a bun topped with pasta and meat/marinara sauce. Was it that good he will make it again? I don’t think so, but that’s not the point.
This is where it starts with our kids. Let them go in the kitchen when they’re motivated, even if it’s not in the game plan. This is the beginning – the training – for how they will one day enjoy feeding their own families. And the kitchen isn’t just for girls. In this family, all of us consider it meaningful work to feed the family and our friends.