Nope, I’m not talking turkey.
Kids belong in the kitchen. If you want them to eat the food you make, if you want them to appreciate the work that goes into the food you make, if you want them to understand how a meal can be so much more than the food on the plates, if you want them to learn how to enjoy nourishing foods and those not so nourishing (but that perhaps have a higher purpose)… you have to welcome them into the kitchen.
I absolutely have those days when I’m pressed for time and tired and frustrated and can’t handle little helpers reaching here and there and everywhere. But I try, and when I can’t pull it together enough to have them help me with a meal, sometimes I can orchestrate a kid-focused kitchen project instead. This morning: butter.
Pour in the cream, turn on the mixer, corral the mess, rinse the butter… done! They were so proud of their butter ball.
So proud that they wanted to eat spoonfuls of butter for breakfast.