Sunday, September 18, 2011
Yesterday, I mentioned to the boys that, when my sister and I were kids (not sure if our younger brother ever had to or did), we learned to cook. For one night a week, we were responsible for planning the menu, presenting our mother with a shopping list, preparing the food we'd chosen, and helping clean up. All of it. I told them, when you are older, you'll do this, too. I want you to grow up knowing how to take good care of yourselves, how to eat healthily, how to make it happen. They said, what are we waiting for? It was decided they would make Sunday's dinner together; lengthy discussions about salmon vs. chicken ensued. We shopped, and then this afternoon, they scrubbed potatoes, cut herbs from the yard, measured and prepared. Mostly, I stood in the background, taking it all in; watching the two of them working side by side, talking about this and that and sometimes nothing at all.