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I’ve taught my kids to grille on the deck. The trick was teaching them to tell when a steak/chop/chicken breast was cooked. Poke a hole with the instant thermometer on chicken, poke it with your finger for pig and cow... and no one has to scrub a fry pan, and there’s no grease splatter on every horizontal surface of the kitchen to clean up.
Another wonder is the little toaster oven... kids can cook and grill snacks and such to a broiled brown, over a small sheet of throw-away foil without much of a care. About all the regular oven is used for these days is a whole turkey or a half sheet of au gratin taters. LOL. Suburban survival training.
I really love that they have to clean their own mess kits when we go camping. No, darlin, you just fry your sirloin in yer mess of dried egg crust from this morning... won’t that be tasty? I’m startin with some minced garlic... you? Duh. Go wash your own stuff. You’ll learn it’s easier if you wash right after you cook.
They learn. They’re built that way. I love my kids, and I enjoy watching them learn that the easy way is to be on top of their lives. I learn from them every day, and love watching them grow independent and self reliant. Hell, maybe one day I’ll grow up too.