My kitchen is always messy.And when it is at it’s cleanest I know it is only a matter of minutes before it is demolished again. Why? Because my four-year-old son is helping me cook dinner that night.I really feel having your kids in the kitchen is important -even if you just have them help ventilate the plastic on that frozen lasagna using a fork.And the benefits outweigh all of the spilled tomato sauce, grated cheese and flour I have cleaned up off the counters and floor.Why should you let your small children help you in the kitchen?
If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably accumulated recipes from all sorts of events, restaurants, family members, websites, cookbooks, etc. I used to come straight home from a potluck and shove handfuls of loose print-outs and post-it note recipes in cabinets and drawers. Whenever I needed a particular chicken recipe or crockpot dish, I’d rifle through them and remind myself that at some point I was going to at least hole punch the grease-ridden pages and stick them in a binder. I also assured myself that the grease stains were like my personal coding system. That’s how I knew which recipes were best.
My kitchen is always messy.And when it is at it’s cleanest I know it is only a matter of minutes before it is demolished again. Why? Because my four-year-old son is helping me cook dinner that night.I really feel having your kids in the kitchen is important -even if you just have them help ventilate the plastic on that frozen lasagna using a fork.And the benefits outweigh all of the spilled tomato sauce, grated cheese and flour I have cleaned up off the counters and floor.Why should you let your small children help you in the kitchen?
If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably accumulated recipes from all sorts of events, restaurants, family members, websites, cookbooks, etc. I used to come straight home from a potluck and shove handfuls of loose print-outs and post-it note recipes in cabinets and drawers. Whenever I needed a particular chicken recipe or crockpot dish, I’d rifle through them and remind myself that at some point I was going to at least hole punch the grease-ridden pages and stick them in a binder. I also assured myself that the grease stains were like my personal coding system. That’s how I knew which recipes were best.