Payback In The Kitchen!

A few weeks ago we were returning from adishwasher or draining), the table laid, a candle lit, a
break in Devon - along with the rest of thedelicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs ... and a
country! A drive that normally takes just over 3gleaming little girl, bursting with pride at her
hours took nearly 8 hours, and we crawledefforts!
through traffic the whole way. I did all the driving.So, how did Tilly learn to pull this off?
It was grey and drizzly for most of the journey.Well, as soon as she could sit in her highchair she
The story we were listening to on CD finishedwould stir, prod, taste and explore (and I would
after the first 3 hours, so we listened to aclean it up).
mixture of the radio and my teenage son's ipodAs soon as she could stand she would prop
instead. I soon had a headache!herself up near the sink and splash and spray and
My husband, impatient on car journeys at thescrub and bubble (and I would clean it up).
best of times, was nearly screaming by the end.When she was old enough to count and measure,
The kids were tired, grumpy and fed up. Weshe would fill cups with flour and sugar and tip it
arrived home in the dark, and had to unload theinto the mixing bowl, and over the floor, and into
car in the pouring rain. When we had brought theher hair, and up her nose (and I would clean it up).
last of the bags inside, all I wanted to do wasWhen she had friends round, they would giggle
make a cup of tea, run a hot bubbly bath, takeand plan and invent and concoct and mix and
some pain killers, enjoy some peace and quiet,mingle together a clash of ingredients, opening
and then watch a gentle romcom on television(and forgetting to close) every box and jar in the
before hitting my bed - but instead it was time tokitchen, spilling much on the counter and the floor,
make supper for us all. I felt like crying.and generally having a wonderful time (and I
And then my 11 year old daughter came to thewould clean it up).
rescue.When she wanted to make her own recipe, I
"Mummy, you look really tired!" she said. "Whywould bite my tongue and let her throw together
don't you go and have a bath, and I'll maketoo much flour and too little butter and one egg
supper."too many (and I would clean it up, and mop up
Now, if I'm being honest, my first thought washer tears of frustration too).
that there was no way she could cope withWhen she made her very first cookies, and her
making supper entirely by herself. I had no ideavery first cake, and her very first smoothie, I
what I was going to cook - we hadn't stopped totold everyone about it, and I made sure she
buy anything fresh so I was going to have to digheard. And I helped her eat them, too, even the
around in the freezer and larder for inspiration.ones that didn't taste very nice!
How could she possibly manage? Tilly is brilliant atWhen she needed to learn a new technique, I
making cakes and cookies and other sweetshowed her how I do things - but then I stood
treats, and often helps us out with lunches andback and let her choose whether to copy me or
suppers, but she had never cooked a main mealfind her own way. Sometimes she copied me,
entirely by herself, with no help.sometimes she didn't. Sometimes it frustrated
I hesitated. Perhaps if I pointed her in the rightme, but I kept quiet because I didn't want to
direction, she would manage? But then I looked atfrustrate her.
her face, and I realised that this was a pivotalSo, over the years, I invested a lot of time and
moment in our relationship. She wanted me toeffort into my daughter's cooking education! How
trust her and to hand over responsibility entirely,many hours did I spend cleaning up the kitchen
and she also knew, already, that it was unlikelyafter her? How many times did I groan at the
that I would do so. I took the plunge.thought of another childish cooking session?
"Done!" I gave her a hug, and headed upstairs forBut was is worth it?
a soak.Yes, every moment.
45 minutes later I came back downstairs to find aI got payback.
spotless kitchen (all the pans either in the