Remember that old saying, “Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he’ll eat for like.”
I absolutely hate that cliche actually. Maybe it’s because I come from a family that lives to terrorize the local fishermen on our lake. However, as I was making dinner Monday evening, the old saying came to mind. I may hate to fish, but I do love to cook.
Honestly, I’ve always kind of taken for granted the ability to cook. My mom is a Family and Consumer Science teacher. I grew up learning to cook. I have a distinct memory of the first apron my mom made me (She also taught sewing for a while.) I remember making some sort of stained-glass Jell-o in a park
district cooking class. I remember hating cooking because I hated having to clean up after myself. (Okay, I still hate cleaning up after myself.) I remember cooking for myself in college because I was used to eating home cooked dinners. I remember falling in love with cooking about a year ago.
Tonight I made this for dinner…
I haven’t been grocery shopping yet this week. I had no idea what to make for dinner this evening. I wasn’t even sure I had enough to to actually consturct a legitimate meal. It’s amazing what you can do with 1/4 of a bag of noddles, 1 cup of frozen mixed veggies, some shredded cheese (I kid you not, I had 4 diference bags of shredded cheese all with les than 1/4 cup left.), some milk, and a little skill in the kitchen.
(Apparently some form of mac n cheese is also my go-to throw it together dish.)
Cooking is such a valuable skill. It’s a shame more people don’t learn how to do it. It’s a shame my mom’s class is thought to be a “blow-off” class by so many students. It’s a shame people rely on pre-made meals and convenience foods.