As I was responding to my friend's comment about scones and biscuits, I realized that cooking is beginning to be a lost art. I mean, I say that it is worth the effort of making these things from scratch--fresh warm bread, flaky and delicate pie crust, mile-high, tender biscuits slathered with butter and honey--but I remember being frustrated the first time I made any of those. It seems easy now, but I've made some pretty heavy biscuits and some crumbly pies in the pursuit of perfection. Some people try once and give up because isn't easy and therefore settle for Bisquick.
It makes me sad to think of how little we are passing on to our children and I guess I feel so darn lucky to have grown up as I did and have learned the crafts and life skills that are part of me. I feel blessed to have our family near and to have a partner who wants to raise our children as I do. I love that Timothy will grow up helping his grandfather on the Christmas tree farm and gathering eggs from the hens.
I want to pass on to my child(ren) how to work hard and to cherish those things that are so often taken for granted by so many.
There's a lot to share--we'll start with the eating and cooking. Not a bad place to begin.
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