please please please teach your children to cook while they still live under your roof. even the most elementary things can’t be overlooked. because i just had to show my 24 year old boyfriend how to use a potato peeler and now i need to lay down for an hour
i hate this post because it just proves that like.. no simple statement can just be absorbed and the general population of tumblr go ‘yeah that sounds about right.’ i’ve had nazis say it’s a woman’s job to cook, terfs say that it’s only ‘males’ who don’t know how to cook, people have accused me of being classist because some people don’t own potatio peelers, called a bitch for airing out my boyfriend’s dirty laundry (which if the most embarrassing thing i can procure about the guy is that he’s not great in the kitchen i’d say he’s okay lmao)
just shut up and teach your fucking children to cook holy shit dude
I knew some kitchen basics when I moved out for college – enough to make some really simple things. I didn’t really start to enjoy cooking until after college when I moved overseas and became more or less responsible for meals at home for me and my now- husband. Now I love it, but trying to tell 19-year-old me that she’ll be a pretty decent cook would have been laughable.
There have been times when I’ve failed horribly, but I’ve learned. And I know when to say to my husband that I don’t know how to do something, particularly if he does.
My grandmother got married at eighteen, and her father had been a chef who worked out of the building behind her house so she’d always had great tasting and readily available fresh food. Because of this she had no idea how to cook as a new wife, and my grandfather was in the navy so he was unable to take the time to learn until he got discharged. For four years and with three children by the end of those years, she was quite possibly the worst homecook in human history- which made her insist that when they tried to figure out cooking after Grandpa finished in the navy, the kids were included. And when my brother and I moved in with our grandparents, the same thing happened then. Now this became important for three reasons: one, my grandmother also ran her own headhunting staffing business starting when I was seven and my grandfather ran a cattle ranch until he retired and started helping her company, so basically nobody was able to feed us except me, from age seven on. Two, my brother discovered a talent for baking which has since become a career, a passion, and a salve for his depression. Three, we both developed severe allergies when we moved from the southeast, which meant a basic knowledge of cooking coupled with some resourceful desperation made it where we were able to make hypoallergenic food from scratch from ages fourteen on- which I do at least five nights a week to this day. I would literally not be alive right now if my grandparents hadn’t been so bad at cooking they made sure their own kids were able to feed themselves, because otherwise I actually wouldn’t be able to.
My grandma had me in the kitchen peeling potatoes by age six and by about ten I learned to peel with a knife. At this point (seventeen) I can cook well enough to survive, though there’s a 50% chance I’ll burn the eggs when frying them.
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