Do you ever wonder why suburban preschoolers learn to “moo” like a cow or “cock-a-doodle-doo” like a rooster without ever having seen one?
How do we teach kids where food really comes from, besides “the store”?
I’ve just been reading an excerpt from a book called Kitchen Literacy by Ann Vileisis, and it poses some interesting questions while looking at the way most of America lost touch with the story of food – how it gets from the ground into the kitchen.
As I pushed my shopping cart through the supermarket aisles, questions rose insistently in my mind: How were my eggs raised? Who grew my tomatoes? Where did my fish come from? What about the milk? The colorful boxes, cans, and jars that had long appeared familiar and comforting now looked cryptic.
Each product, I realized, was the culmination of some hidden story that I — and most of my fellow shoppers — had never bothered to consider. Everything we ate had a story, but we didn’t know any of them.
Might be a book worth reading… if only to get stories for the kids.
— Kitchen Daddy