I’m a pretty proud Momma right now. Pardon me while I pat Lindy and myself on our backs.
My baby girl has moved out on her own into her first place. She shares a house with 2 of her friends. As you know, I’m working on a family cookbook for her. She was like, “Mom! I don’t know how to cook. I need those recipes.” I felt a little shame, actually, as I was writing that post about the cookbook. I thought that I had failed her as a mother a little bit, because I wasn’t more firm in teaching her how to cook. I thought maybe I made a mistake and should have made her help me cook more. I enjoyed cooking for my family, so I did, I cooked. She helped me when she wanted to help me. She cut up some things, and stirred some things, and helped me put groceries away. She occasionally came with me when I grocery shopped. She often just sat and chatted with me while I cooked.
She made her first grocery store run to stock her new refrigerator at her new place.
She actually made spaghetti for herself and her roommates. One roommate, opened the refrigerator, took a good look, and said she wouldn’t eat any of that stuff. She also turned her nose up at Lindy’s spaghetti (it had onions in it). She tells me that this roommate went to the grocery store to get her own things, and came back with Pop Tarts, crackers, and cereal. Lindy had loaded up the refigerator with milk, eggs, OJ, fresh produce, fruit, etc. All the things you need to cook with.
Did ya’ll catch that? Lindy made spaghetti! She did it all by herself! No recipe. Nothing. She made it from memory of watching me make it and helping cut things up and stir. She does know how to cook! It’s in her! She may not think she knows, but she knows!
Lindy tells me her roommates love her because she is the only one that knows how to cook! She learned! She learned just from hanging out with me. I LOVE IT! I didn’t fail! I did good!
Look what her and her friend, Hannah made! Banana Bread minus the nuts!
Lindy and Hannah’s Banana Bread (minus the nuts)
I don’t like nuts, and apparently, my daughter doesn’t either. Hence “minus the nuts”.
I had to share!