My mom recently mailed me two of my most cherished childhood possessions—my first cookbooks. She must have been reading my mind because I have been thinking of these books a lot lately—they invoke a feeling of comfort and nostalgia.
I received these books for Christmas when I was around 6 or 7 years old. I spent hours and hours swooning over the pictures and nagged my parents constantly about letting me cook the recipes. Luckily they indulged me—I remember making the Caramel Popcorn, the Big Burger Cake, and the Friendly Dog Salad, which was one of my favorites.
I’m so grateful that my parents encouraged and fostered my interest in cooking. It led me to a career that I love and gave me the ability to feed my friends and family.
Do your kids like to cook? Do you cook with them?