Kitchen tales

 Involving my sons in the kitchen(without losing my mind)

I know! It gets messy at times.

I confess that when I get off days from school work, the last and absolute furthest thing in my mind is having my boys helping in the kitchen.

Our naturally cautious mind triggers our over protective thoughts:

What if they end up slicing their fingers or peeling off skins?

But when will they gain confidence if we don't allow them to?

At the back of my mind, I've always reminded myself of my roots in food, cooking for loved ones.

Kitchen is that one place which helps create bonding, reinforce responsibility, hone creativity and most importantly,kindling  the pure form of love that come through food.

My earliest kitchen memories would be from the time around when I was 5Y.

Mom and the cassava fries!

Tea making was basic.

From my first taste of half-fried potatoes at around 12Y to the monumental task of cooking a solid lotha- style pork by the time I was ready to go out of home at 15Y. It feels like life's lesson could have been just 'present' over 'perfect'

I am not here to say that this is my life now ! 

It somehow feels like this rustic-village-rural-ish lifestyle is somehow unachievable in this over sophisticated modern life.

 But I am sure that these memories and foundational grounding have to be weaved –

Parenting Heck – I think which are more important than ever.

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