It’s the most wonderful time of the year!!! Yes, I know it’s not Christmas, but it sure feels like it! Why? Because August is Kids Eat Right Month! A month-long celebration of teaching kids the importance of food and nutrition. And this year, it’s all about the cooking! Oh, who am I kidding, it’s ALWAYS about the cooking! I’m on a big time mission to help get kids in the kitchen and I’ve got a serious A-team list of colleagues who’ve got the same goal! So, this month we’re celebrating #kidsinthekitchen.
Here’s what you may or may not know about me, I love kids. I do, in fact, I wish I was one. I totally agree with that saying that “youth is wasted on the young.” Oh to go back and play with Barbies all day or run barefoot through the grass at dusk, trying to catch fireflies in a jar. Sounds pretty perfect, right? Well, I know I can’t go back, but that’s ok, because what I can do is help make a difference for our kids. Because besides loving kids, I love food. And that leads me to this year’s August celebration of Kids in the Kitchen 2017! I also like to think of it as the “Kitchen Kids Collaboration.” A true celebration of kids in the kitchen – teaching them the basic life skill of cooking – so that they can become “kitchen kids.” And to help me, I’ve enlisted the skills and smarts of some pretty cool people, including America’s Test Kitchen!
Kids cook too guys!!! I am so honored to share my space with a dear friend and colleague, Sonya Angelone MS, RDN, CLT. She has some amazing insight about how she has gotten her kids to spend time with her in the kitchen. And, if you ask her, it’s been seriously valuable time too! Thanks so much Sonya for your great post!
Who Me? Cook?
I don’t remember spending a whole lot of time in the kitchen as a kid. Sure, I had my hand at whipping up a muffin or cake mix now and again, but that was the extent of it. Not being “invited” into the kitchen to cook isn’t something for which I blame my parents. I’m pretty sure they felt like many parents – tired and just doing their best to get food on the table. My dad worked all day and most of the cooking was left to my mom, who, I’m pretty sure, didn’t love cooking. Even though she didn’t necessarily enjoy it, she was a great cook and we had some amazing meals at our house. The food was so good and I never knew that no one else ate the way we did.