My mother can cook but it’s not edible. OTOH, my grandma could put out a spread! As soon as I’d learned from her, I was the cook at home out of necessity. When we had kids, I was teaching them when they were in diapers. When we went to the store, they picked out the produce and they learned math from the unit prices. Lil’ miss was using a real kitchen knife at age 3 to slice cucumbers for home canned pickles. She never nipped a finger - I can’t say the same. When she was in 4th grade, she entered a cooking contest with crepes and the judges swore she hadn’t made them herself (grrr). The year she was in 6th grade, I was sick and couldn’t get out of bed to make the Thanksgiving Dinner. She made everything herself from the pies to the turkey to the dressing and it was delicious. The only help she asked for was for hubby to get the 20+ lb turkey out of the oven. Now in college, she lived in the country for a while and the first thing she did before unpacking was to start a garden. Even though we’re the most stupid parents to ever walk the earth, I think we got them started off well.
GREAT BIG SMILE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!