Hello my friend…
I’m writing this letter to the young man who stutters, or has an acne problem, or is just smaller than everyone else. To the young lady who never seems to know what to say, or may be carrying a few extra pounds, or who’s skin is a different color than everyone else in class.
You may not believe it, but once upon a time, I was the littlest kid in class. An only child with a sick mom, a sever speech impediment, coke-bottle glasses, and a thrift-store wardrobe…in other words, I was an easy target.
You know what I’m talking about.
Bullies made my life a nightmare from the 3rd grade, through most of high-school. With no real friends or defenders, it was a frightening, lonely way to grow up, and I still carry some of those scars, on my skin and on my heart, forty years later, and I always will.
So will you.
Bullies suck, and so does being bullied.
You don’t deserve it, you didn’t ask for it, and it’s not happening because there’s anything wrong with YOU. You are amazing. You are beautiful, and there is not another living soul on earth who is like you. That makes you a treasure beyond price.
Maybe your parents don’t understand, maybe your teachers and coaches were never bullied, and can’t relate, but you’re not alone.
You are SO not alone.
Your bullies are weak, and scared, and small. So small on the inside that the only thing that makes them feel good about themselves is to make someone else feel bad.
How sad is that?
But, you know what? There’s a gift in being bullied.
That can be hard to accept, believe me, I know.
But it’s true.
It can make you strong. It can make you brave. But most importantly, it can make you…kind.
And it’s not easy (but you’re used to things not being easy, aren’t you?)
You see, when you know what it feels like, the fear, the confusion, the betrayal, the pain…you can choose to let it make you bitter, to make you as small inside as the ones who hurt you, OR you can use it to guide how you treat others, how you speak to others in pain, how you protect and defend those weaker than you. How to choose compassion and mercy, over hate.
How you be exactly the kind of hero that you lay awake longing for.
Hate is easy, any small-minded weakling can hate. But love…love and kindness are the strongest powers in the universe, and when you have that strength, you cannot be beaten.
And because you know, you have greatness in you.
You are developing a strength that many will never attain, no matter how fast, or smart, or rich, or pretty. A strength of heart, and of mind.
You will be able to see things others don’t, do things other’s can’t.
And the world needs you…desperately. They need you more and more every day, because it’s people like you…like US…that have the power to make the world a better place…because we know.
Choose Kindness, little hero, and hang in there.
It will get better…I promise.
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When Good Kids Cook Bad Food (and what to do about it)
Excerpt from: “The Home Chef’s Guide to Cooking with Kids.”
Learning to cook from a father who’s also a professional chef, isn’t always…fun.
I’m not talking about these television “stand and stir” celebrity chefs who smile, and make jokes, and have a team of cooking-college pukes doing all their mize off camera, either. I’m talkin’ about OLD SCHOOL chefs, the kind who viewed an 8oz steel ladle as a “tool of instruction”, if you know what I mean.
If you’ve ever cooked with me (and I apologize) try to imagine a guy who looks a lot like me, but with a hair-trigger temper, even less patience, and a MUCH more relaxed attitude toward profanity and volume.
Now, don’t get me wrong, my dad was a GREAT dad, he just wasn’t a very congenial teacher. I struggle with this myself (ask my wife about her one and only cooking lesson some time…) but I try to do a better job of keeping my emotions, and expectations, in check when working with my own daughter in the kitchen.
This morning was a good example…
The Pickle decided, as a celebration of the first day of summer vacation, that she was going to cook me breakfast. A lovely thing that happens more and more often these days. (Woo-Hoo!)
This morning she decided to make French-style scrambled eggs, a specialty of hers, but she got a little…exuberant…with the spices. WAY too much salt and pepper and, even on a burger roll, it was almost inedible.
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Now, while my father would likely have just tossed the whole thing in the trash and told me to “do it right this time”, I paused, took a breath, and thought about the opportunities in the situation.
First (and it’s important that this be first) what was GOOD about the dish? Well, the eggs were cooked perfectly, exactly the light and fluffy consistency that I like. Likewise, the toast with exactly the right shade. Looking in the kitchen I could see that the ingredients had been put away, and the cookware, if not washed, had at least been moved to the sink, and the eggs were still hot when she served it.
These are all simple, but very important, elements of a finished dish, and I made sure to let her know that she’d done that right.
1. Inspiration will always produce better results than fear.
Working closely with at-risk kids, many of whom have never (literally) boiled water before, has taught me that fear and anxiety, which most of these kids are already dealing with, will do nothing but increase the likelihood of an injury or mistake. My personal philosophy is that the younger the child, the more praise and encouragement is required. Are they holding the spoon right?
Did they crack that egg without getting any (or very little) shell in it?
Do they just generally seem to have a good attitude and are willing to listen?
Basically, go watch a few episodes of Hell’s Kitchen, and do exactly the opposite!
You see, no one is born knowing how to cook, or enjoying the tasks required to do so. When we’re praised for something, the brain creates new neural pathways and releases endorphins and dopamine to the pleasure centers of the brain, increasing the likelihood that we will remember to do it THAT WAY again, because doing it THAT WAY makes us feel good.
Negative feedback also creates these pathways, but as a warning NOT to do it that way, which may seem like a good thing, but it’s not. Negative feelings (or lack of dopamine reception) triggers the human flight response, because, on an instinctive level, it’s easier to just NOT do it again (run away), than to risk doing it wrong.
This is why a lot of people don’t “like” to cook…their brain tells them it’s going to make them feel bad, and so they should avoid it.
And, before you start asking, “If YOUR dad was so tough, why do YOU love to cook?” it’s because as much as Chef Frank could rant, and rail, and slam frying pans, he also knew how to PRAISE.
When I did something right, he made a big deal out of it, he bragged to others about it in front of me. I guess you could say he made me feel good MORE than he made me feel bad, and though (at least in my case) that might sometimes work, it’s a risky way to do things.
Also, it’s important to remember that any time a child brings you something they’ve made, even a bowl of mashed bananas covered in powdered sugar, they’re offering you a part of themselves, they’re giving you a precious gift and trusting you with it, and their goofy little brains can’t always distinguish between you rejecting a SANDWICH, and you rejecting THEM.
BUT (and there’s always a big butt) as much as patience, and praise, and making it “feel good” are important, there are still absolutes in the kitchen, there are rules, and reasons for those rules, and it’s far easier to establish those from the beginning, than to try to add them in later.
We observe the safety rules: proper knife handling, bar mops in place for handling hot pans, appropriate clothing for cooking (protective of heat and splatters, not slip, foot-protecting shoes, nothing too loose or baggy that might catch fire, long hair pinned back, or under a cap, keeping our station free of clutter and dirty cookware to avoid accidents, etc.
We understand that, outside of the professional kitchen, clean-up is part of the cook’s job.
Cookware is rinsed, dishwasher is filled, and counters and stove-tops are wiped down BEFORE we eat. One of the greatest gifts you can give a child is to teach them to clean-up as they go. This is a habit that will make their whole life easier, inside and outside the kitchen.
Oh, and a modern-day tip on praise? Take pictures of your kids cooking and/or their finished dishes, and post them for your friends and family to see. To a 9y/o having another adult come up to them and say, “Wow, that omelet you made last week looked SO good!” is a really, really big deal.
2. Every mistake is a learning opportunity.
First of all, EVERYBODY makes a bad dish now and then. I’ve been cooking, personally and professionally for more than 4 decades, and I will still, on occasion, put out a stinker.
An important truth to remember is that, if you really want to master a craft, cooking or anything else, and you’re NOT making the occasional mistake…you’re not trying hard enough, and you’re not growing your skills. It’s been said, and I believe it, that “Good cooking comes from experience, and experience comes from bad cooking. Every mistake is a learning opportunity.
This morning’s eggs were an opportunity to reinforce three important cooking principles to my daughter:
a. Sometimes, less is more. Great cooking isn’t about a laundry list of spices and ingredients, it’s about knowing what to DO with them, and when. If the main ingredient is egg, you want that to be the dominate flavor, and not buried under a bunch of spices.
b. A smart chef under-seasons while cooking, and re-seasons before plating. Or, as my dad used to say, “It’s a hell of a lot easier to add more salt, than to take it back out!” Which leads to…
c. Always, always, ALWAYS taste your food as you go! First of all, it’s educational. If you’ve ever tasted a spoonful of beef bourguignon just on the heat, it’s a nasty, depressing thing.
But when you taste is again after hours of simmering and reducing, allowing the flavors to marry and the alcohol to cook off, you realize that there’s something transformative, almost magical, that you can do to raw ingredients when you understand certain techniques and when to use them.
No dish should ever be plated without a final tasting, and any adjustments required (if any) at that point.
Here are a couple of more tips:
1. Have a plan, and work the plan
Even when you’re having them start a dish from scratch, YOU, as the teacher, should already know exactly what needs to be done. Make sure you have all of the ingredients, the proper cookware, and anything else needed for the dish.
Make sure it’s something YOU know how to make, so you’re ready to step in with advice and guidance if things start to go off plan. Nothing is more discouraging to the learner than having to scrap a dish because they weren’t supplied with the right ingredients and tools. It’s like the old saying, “Never ask a question you don’t already know the answer to!”
2. Never teach in a rush, or under pressure
Trying to teach an 8y/o how to make turkey gravy when you’re cooking six other dishes and have a dozen family members showing up in two hours for Thanksgiving dinner is…bad. (And half those dishes should have been cooked days in advance…what were you thinking?”)
I kid, I kid…sorta.
Teaching, well…anything requires a calm, focused head, and getting frustrated and demonstrating that cooking is stressful and no fun, is the last thing you want to do. Teach when you have the energy, the positivity, and the TIME to do so. A smart chef knows when to order a pizza, too.
3. Then, always have a Plan B.
Speaking of pizza…what’s for dinner if that casserole catches fire, or a cup of salt is mistaken for a cup of sugar? Don’t make your child feel guilty for “ruining dinner, and NOW what are we going to eat???”
When the Pickle’s in charge of dinner, I know in advance that if the spaghetti turns into a solid ball of gluten, or the chicken gets immolated, there’s sandwich fixin’s, or omelet ingredients, or the phone number for the local delivery place, close at hand. Praise what went right, discuss what went wrong, and then laugh it off and go eat dinner.
How about you? Any nuggets of wisdom to add, either as the learner or the teacher, for encouraging a little chef?
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Recipes that claim to be “3 Ingredients” of “5 Ingredients or Less”, but don’t count things like spices, garnishes, or butter/oil really burn my biscuits!
Not only is it deceptive advertising (as an American media sheep, you think I’d be used to that, lol) but it hurts the very people that I bust my hump to help every day.
You see, people go looking for these recipes because they’re too busy, or too intimidated to to try ones that are more complex.
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They’re TRYING, they’re dipping a toe in the pool, and these sleazy posters are the piranha that make them run away screaming when they see the actual 25 item list that includes all the seasonings and “optional” ingredients.
This is like coaxing a little kid up to the t-ball stand and then hurling a 100mph curve-ball at him (or her.)
Frankly, it pisses me off.
If you’ve been discouraged by these kind of recipe searches, take heart. There ARE some super-simple recipes out there that can help you test the (salted) water. I have a few, like yesterday’s Thai Grilled Chicken Salad (5ing), our Easy Southern Greens (4ing), and our Simply Amazing Oven-Roasted Chicken Thighs and there are many, many more out there on pages authored by cooks who really do want to help you, not just get another ad-click.
Many times, the word “frugal” is a better way to find simple recipes, than words like “quick” or “easy.”
If you’re looking for something specific, just let me know. I’ve been tooling along this specific super-highway a long time, and I DO want you to cook.
In fact, I think our future depends on it.
You can comment below, IM me on Facebook, or email me personally at firstname.lastname@example.org
The only dumb question, is the one that isn’t asked.
Now, go cook somethin’!
Okay, Easter is coming to an end and, if your house is anything like mine, you have some happy egg-dying junkies, and a whole heap of hard boiled eggs.
So, what to do with all those eggs?
Sure, you can eat a few, straight-up, with a salt shaker; take a couple outside and play with your new driver, and maybe feed a few to the dog (However, I REALLY don’t recommend this…)
OR…you can use them to make some delicious lunches and snacks this week.
Here are three of my personal favorite recipes for that pile ‘o eggs…
Egg Salad BLT Pitas
I’m a big egg-salad fan, but the traditional white bread presentation is both bland, and a little too messy for me. I like keeping my gooey egg and mayo mixture self contained (and off my shirt), so I use whole-wheat pita pockets.
1/4 cup olive-oil mayonnaise
3 tablespoons chopped shallot
2 stalks crisp celery, diced
3 tablespoons Mexican crema (sour cream)
2 teaspoons deli-style mustard
dash or two of hot sauce (optional)
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
8 hard-cooked large eggs
4 large whole-wheat pita pocket halves, warmed
4 center-cut bacon slices, cooked and coarsley chopped
8 (1/4-inch-thick) slices tomato
4 large Boston lettuce leaves, whole or shredded
Combine first 7 ingredients in a medium bowl, stirring well.
Coarsely chop the eggs, and add them to the mayonnaise mixture; stir gently to combine.
Arrange warm pita pockets on your work surface. Spread 1/2 cup of the egg mix inside each, then divvy up the bacon pieces, tomato slices (two each), and lettuce between them.
Of course, as go-to hard-boiled egg recipes go, good old fashioned deviled eggs are pretty freakin’ awesome….
As I’ve mentioned before, Mama wasn’t a big fan of cooking, but the few dishes she made, she did very well. One of these was her Deviled Eggs, usually reserved for church pot-licks, and “covered dish” parties.
Oh, how I loved them.
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Cigar del pinar with Yellow Sriracha Sauce
Lastly, here’s an awesome appetizer to keep the zombie hordes away from your grill (or kitchen) at the next cook-out. I’ve made this recipe a couple of times last year, first for a big foodie dinner, and – because it was so good – again for an appetizer for our hautemealz Easter feast.
Eggs, ground meat, olives, onions, all rolled in a wonton wrapper and fried.
Cuban egg-rolls, baby…how could that not be amazing?
How about you? Any good old-fashioned, or new and hip, hardboiled egg recipes you’d care to share? Always looking something fun and tasty…if only to keep them away from this dang dog!
How do you write a book on how to save the world?
When I started this project, over two years ago, I had no idea how all-encompassing it would become. Unlike my blog, or the “Caja” cookbooks, which practically write themselves, this was more than just how-to’s and recipes (though, rest assured, there are plenty of those), this manuscript included deep, wide, unpredictable rivers of philosophy and conviction, unexplored dark chasms of learned opinion, personal bias, and (often cynical) worldview, as well.
It was easy to get lost. The sheer volume of hubris, alone, required to assume such a goal is exhausting.
Every idea, it seemed, birthed two more, and each of those two more again, growing exponentially into a fertile rabbit-warren of thoughts, questions, arguments, and hundreds of hours of research, fact-checking, testing, photography, formatting, and more than a dozen re-writes (In fact, I ditched the whole damn thing, twice, as just being too much of an information dump.)
The toll on myself and my family was much higher than I could have expected in the beginning, but it would have been impossible without their amazing patience, support, and occasional kick in the ass.
But here we are. Today, the book releases, it is done…
So, how do you write a book on how to save the world?
As someone once said, it’s a bit like watching hippos have sex. Scary in places, hilarious in others, a little awkward, and once it gets going, you want to stay out of its way.
Most of all…you’ll know when it’s done.