Some of my favorite childhood memories involve cooking with my grandparents and eating pancakes. How about yours?
My childhood was far from picture perfect, but I do have some very clear and happy memories, and a lot of them involve my grandparents, cooking, and pancakes.
In many ways I find, that cooking with kids, and cooking for kids, is an act of compassion.
I remember feeling challenged and valued at the same time, when I was allowed in the kitchen, and allowed to take part in the cooking.
I was very focused – especially when knifes where involved – and very eager to learn. And most important I think, I experienced cooking as something we did together! We cooked with each other, and for each other.
And the pancakes….
I remember my sister and I sitting in the living room, reading, drawing or maybe watching TV (one channel black and white) – and then suddenly we would smell the pancakes. “Mom is baking pancakes!”
The surprise because she had said noting about it, the joy because we loved pancakes – but primarily the feeling of love and compassion.
Don´t get me wrong, I am in no way saying, that cooking is the primary way of showing kids love and compassion – you can do that in so many ways – but for me, those are the memories that stick. And probably why I love eating and baking pancakes so much.