While I hold many memories of standing next to my grandmother's and my own mom in the kitchen, I hope my own kids are building the same thing in their hearts. Between the pouring and the spilling and the stirring and the mess making...is the elbow bumping and chatting and laughing and learning and creating with each other. I love (most the time) a counter full of willing helpers. And we always have to eat, so why not do it together? Plus, nothing woo's a gal more then a man that can cook for her! I'm just training them before they meet that lucky gal... ;-)
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