Bon Appe-teach

Who knew that teaching a bunch of surly teenagers to cook would be so difficult? I should have seen this coming, really, but I just figured they’d be able to pick it up easily – it’s not rocket science, is it? Picking it up is not the problem, though. They’re all perfectly capable of mastering the skills I’m trying to show them. The problem is that none of them wants to be here, and they’re refusing to cooperate.

Yes, they’re particularly troubled teens, which is why I’m doing this in the first place. I know I need to cut them some slack, but I’m not sure where to draw the line. Is it when they start hurling handfuls of steel cut oats at each other? Those oats aren’t cheap, you know. I mean, they’re relatively cost effective when it comes to healthy bulk breakfasts, but still.

Is the line when they band together to stuff my nice leather bag full of turmeric roasted cauliflower? Or when they make fun of me when they find the stash of healthy snack foods for weight loss that I keen in said bag? Or perhaps where that one kid invariably tries to make off with the good industrial skillet and a couple of knife blocks?

To be fair, maybe they’re just not interested in learning how to cook, and I guess it’s not truly an essential life skill at this point in time. At the end of the day, it’s not that hard to get healthy, prepared meals home delivered. Even so, I can’t imagine why you’d pass up the chance to learn cooking skills – it’s not like it’s some terrible ordeal; in fact, I’d say it’s quite enjoyable. I get these kids have their reasons for testing my patience, and it’s most likely got nothing to do with the how enjoyable or useful cooking might be, but I’m still starting to regret signing up for this.