...you live like our family does.
My son's friend slept over this weekend. I love the kid but his picky eating and drinking habits are hard to combine with the typical eating my husband and I want do, and they don't mesh with my picky eater kid's stuff too easily either. So food and drink are an issue. (He only drinks Gatorade lemon/lime flavor and that is not an item we consume.)
This morning I remembered (darn) that the boy only eats waffles, pancakes, or a hash made of canned corn beef (that last one his mother told me about, I didn't even know that existed). I don't use processed food waffles or processed food pancakes. I knew he loved bacon so once I made bacon but he refused to eat it which really confused me (I'd not have gone through the trouble if I knew he'd refuse to eat it). The first thing that confused me was he said they don't fry their bacon on the stovetop. It was nitrate-free pork bacon and come to find out he only eats turkey bacon (his mother said it's healthier). After that, I read in one of the "Eat This, Not That" books that turkey bacon is more fattening than pork bacon as they actually have to add fat to the lean turkey meat to it to make it simulate pork bacon and it winds up having more fat in it in the end, but I'm not entering that discussion with her.
Anyhow today I was not in the mood to make pancakes but resolved to do it. I then realized that with my own kids, when we're alone my kids help make the pancakes and in fact fight over who gets to do what. So I asked him if he made pancakes himself, and the answer was no, which I figured he's say he is used to being waited on. Well here in our family it is about teaching our kids and doing things together. I am raising adults here, not raising children to be dependent children when they are an adult age.
So I said, "Everyone come to the kitchen it is time to teach (your friend) how to make pancakes from scratch!"
And so my twelve year old son set to teaching him to make the mix from scratch. I decided the boy should really have an experience so I had him separate the yolks from the whites (with his bare hands, the old fashioned way) and he said it was cool, thank goodness--- I'd feared he may barf or freak out due to the texture of the raw whites and raw yolk in his hands.
They took turns cooking the pancakes on the griddle. I oversaw the process since no matter what we do it the heating is a bit tricky and sometimes the outsides are perfect but the insides are raw.
We added pure maple syrup from a family farm in my mother's hometown in Maine (this boy once said he never had syrup that tasted so good and I realized they probably use artificial syrup in his house).
The visitor said the pancakes tasted fantastic and I think he ate five in total! He had fun doing the entire process too.
Anyway it was a great experience although we were rushing a bit to get it all done and the food eaten before we went to church together.
I have a way of thinking that everyone lives like we do. I forget things like some kids only eat frozen pancakes that came in a box and they've never grilled them or others have only had ones made with Bisquick with that weird taste (that I think Bisquick has). I forget that some kids have never eaten pure maple syrup. I forget that not all kids are learning how to cook and bake. I am sometimes reminded that what I've been doing with my kids since their toddler years (cooking and baking) has not yet been done with some teenaged kids.
I'm not making a judgment what I'm trying to say is it is an odd feeling to realize that how we live here is different. I'm doing what seems to me to be normal (like pure maple syrup and drinking water) or traditional (like making pancakes from scratch) or at least right and good (like homeschooling).
So when you come to stay with us or when you visit you see what life in our family is like, and that may include being asked to pitch in to help make the meal we will share, and if that requires a little cooking lesson in the process, then I, or my children, will be happy to teach you.