Cooking with Kids

I  came across this lovely post from the blog site Devour and it was something that I wanted to share with you. Like I've always said, getting your kids in the kitchen is such a wonderful experience...

I hope you'll give it a try & a read!
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I live in a house with three girls—my wife and two daughters. And a female poodle! The whole casa is filled with dolls, shoes, lipsticks and fashion items. The only manly touches here are my biking gear and my kitchen knives (and those, too, are lipstick/nail-polish red).

When my daughters ask me to play with them, I have to dress up dolls, wear butterfly wings, and very often pretend that I am passionate about Camp Rock and the Jonas Brothers. Thank God I have been spared the whole Justin Bieber thing up until now—I hope it lasts.

When the tables are turned, and my kids want to enter my playground, they join me in the kitchen.

I started spending time at the stove with my Mom and Grandma when I was about 3 years old. By age 6, I was let alone on Sunday mornings to bake and experiment with my first recipes. My parents were fine with this, as long as I was quiet and did not wake them up.

Read on: Cooking with Kids