Kids in the Kitchen


I’m in the kitchen A LOT! Granted, it’s a big part of my job, both as our family’s CEO and as a nutritionist and blogger. It’s a place I feel comfortable, creative, organized (sometimes) and competent. My comfort and competence has simply come from the time I’ve put in and the priority I’ve placed on providing my family with healthful meals. But, it’s also come from modeling my mother.



As a little girl, I remember “hanging around” the kitchen while my mom cooked, “helping” when I wanted to, but, mostly keeping an eye on her, watching the techniques she used to make some of my favorite dishes. Those dishes weren’t fancy or complex, just made with fresh ingredients and a little love. I never remember feeling intimidated by cooking, probably because my mom never showed such signs. Calm, cool and collected was what I saw in her (she may disagree), and I figured that if she could do it, so could I. No big deal!



I didn’t actually do much cooking until I was 18 and off at school. As gymnastics became my passion and commitment early in life, it left little time for the kitchen. My routine was packed, but consistent: school (7:30am – 2:30pm), training (3pm – 9pm), homework (in the car on the 30 minute drive home), family dinner (10pm!), more homework, and sleep. Rinse and repeat, day after day. While I was chipping away at something I loved, my mom was chipping away at putting healthy meals together, and my parents were chipping away at the commitment to eat as a family, no matter what time it was!! While eating dinner at 10pm is not ideal and not something I would recommend, that was our option, and it left an impression on me; sitting down to appreciate a home cooked meal with my mom and dad was important. It placed a value on nourishing food and family connection; a couple basics of life.



When it was time to head west as a freshman in college, I felt ready and excited for the independence and responsibility. I jumped head first into preparing my own meals — I had no other choice! We didn’t have a cafeteria on campus, nor an athlete training table. What we did have was a TINY dorm room with an itty-bitty refrigerator and wire storage cubes on either side, all sandwiched right between two twin sized beds. Thankfully, my innate sense of “kitchen” competence and my “I can do this” attitude came to the rescue.



Every Saturday morning after our strength and conditioning sessions, my roommate and I would hop on the city bus and head down the hill to the local grocery store. We would load up the cart with fruits, veggies, yogurts, nuts, cereals, bread, lunch meats and energy bars; packing what we could in our backpacks and looping the rest of the bags along our forearms. Back on the bus and up the hill we would go (sometimes stopping for a frozen yogurt). We would pull the cord at the bus stop closest to the dorms, but it inevitably meant an additional 15 minute walk lugging all our food for the week (workout #2 for the day). We felt really grateful on the rare weeks when an upperclassman with a car would offer us a ride, but we didn’t complain about our normal routine. We embraced our independence and took pride in busting our butts to get the job done.


This photo is the ONLY food picture I could find from my freshman year and it’s of our attempt at Thanksgiving dinner away from home (I may have called my mom a few times for advice!).


Thank goodness social media food-porn wasn’t a “thing” yet because we certainly didn’t have had any gourmet creations to post from the little galley kitchen of Van Cott Hall (I don’t even think the oven or stove top were safe to use), but we did the best we could and never resorted to Top Ramen or dialing for Dominoes. After two years in the dorms, I was ecstatic to move into an off-campus duplex with a full sized kitchen, shared with a couple of my teammates. From there my own meals and recipe ideas were born. The combination of my upbringing, my interest in nutrition, and the space to work inspired me to let my competence run and just get cooking.



I would love for my kids to have this very same competence in the very same space when it’s time for them to head off on their own. A little grit and integrity. They’ve already developed more kitchen skills than I had at their age, but I feel like I have to work for this a bit harder in today’s world as cooking at home is becoming a lost art. It’s EASY to resort to more convenient, time-saving options (and with understandable lure, we live hectic lives), but I believe this shift from the kitchen to grab-n-go meals or restaurant style eating is a key factor in our declining health. For the obvious nutrition related reasons, but also for mental and emotional reasons.


I wish I had the secret sauce for guaranteeing that my kids, AND your kids, will leave the house with a love for quality ingredients, cooking from scratch and sharing meals with their own friends and family. In the meantime, I draw on my own experiences, my intuition and my observations.



Here are some of the things we do in our home in an effort to give our boys the roots to grow from:

  • We make the kitchen an inviting place. It’s the “hub” of our home, probably like it’s the “hub” of your home. We gather in the kitchen, we share stories in the kitchen, and we enjoy real food in the kitchen.
  • We encourage everyone to pitch in and help when, and with what, they can. Whether it’s emptying the dishwasher, feeding the pets, slicing and dicing, packing a lunch, setting the table, or doing the dishes. We emphasize that it takes a team.
  • We ask if the kids want to help. “Do you want to help chop these veggies? I can show you how to cut this avocado.” This shows them that we are confident in their ability. (Of course, we always oversee knife skills and the use of sharp or hot equipment, and there are general safety rules in the kitchen).
  • When the boys initiate an interest in cooking, we involve them! (Full discloser: this can take extra effort and sometimes I have to dig deep to find that extra to give, but letting too many lost opportunities slip away may mean they stop asking. A calm breath and a quick self-reminder of how these little moments contribute to the life they take with them usually gives me the little charge I need.)
  • We encourage creativity – leaving cookbooks around and welcoming their suggestions for meal planning.
  • We sit down and eat TOGETHER, the majority of the time. Occasionally, there’s a meeting or a basketball game being coached that we just can’t work around. But, most days we are all there to say what we are grateful for and bring a meal to the table together.


Zesting skills!


Shredding chicken.


Sautéing cauli-rice and helping with dishes (on their own will).


Sautéing asparagus.


Making apple sandwiches for school lunch.


As Gretchen Rubin says: “What you do every day matters more than what you do once in a while.”


What is one thing you can do this week to encourage yourself or your children to spend more time in the kitchen? We would love to hear from you in the comments below.


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  • Nelda 5 days ago Reply

    So well said! Very impressed that your parents made dinner even at 10 pm and equally impressed with your hard work at cooking and eating healthily in college. Thanks for the continued inspiration in all your posts. Maybe your kids would wanna do a cooking class for other kids some time??

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