I caught a glimpse of Junior Masterchef the other day, and boy did it make me feel old. I remember when I was in primary school and tailing my mother in the kitchen, forever getting in her way, and always wanting to “help out” (although I think that I was more a bother than a help). At that age, I was helping to stir things, and whisk things, never going near a stove or knives.
But the kids on Masterchef? Chopping and whizzing away like there’s no tomorrow! What is this? How can it be that it took me 20 years to get truly comfortable in the kitchen and there are these 8 year olds doing amazing things. Where did all those years go?
It also makes me wonder, though, about my kids (if I have them). How early should they be introduced into the kitchen? How should they be exposed to food? I have this constant nightmare that a glutton like me is going to have a kid who just genuinely doesn’t like food. What then?
This calls for some comfort munchies. Cheese platter ahoy!