or at least good for me.

My kids have discovered Hell’s Kitchen and decided that they love to cook.

Last night my 12 yr old son made a taco dinner completely by himself, including preparing all of the condiments that go on the tacos. Tonight he grilled… on the grill! And made a tossed salad.

I am afraid that I have perhaps died and gone to heaven.

If I had known that screaming and yelling and being abusive in the kitchen would make them want to cook I would have done it years ago. (Okay, not really.)

Tonight my 11 yr old son was discussing what he wants to cook for dinner tomorrow night. I hemmed and hawed and pretended like I wanted to cook dinner before finally acquiescing.  Because if their track record holds true as soon as you want them to do something, they no longer want to do it.

It shows that letting them help in the kitchen little by little as their abilities have allowed, has paid off.

Now, if there would be a cleaning show hosted by Chef Ramsy… my days of leisure could begin.