I got kind of a chuckle out of Katie a couple of weeks ago. We started this thing where once a week she comes over for "cooking lessons", as she calls it. Her mom is kinda funny - won't let Katie use a knife or the stove or anything like that. But Katie loves to do it, and I don't mind showing her. I think Jenny's concern is trying to keep an eye on Katie in the kitchen and not lose track of Kendra at the same time, and Jenny won't do a dish for days, until she has none left to use.
Anyway, we were making wedge potatoes, pork chops, corn and something else (can't remember) and told her get get everything out that she'd need for the potatoes first because they took the longest to cook.... I had her get out the seasonings, the olive oil, prep her baking pan and get the big bowl, the wooden spoon, the cutting board and the knife before she got started. Then I told her, "As you use each thing, take a second or two to put it away." So she cut up her wedges and put them in her big bowl, then put the knife and the cutting board in the sink. She drizzled the potatoes with the olive oil then put that away. She followed carefully with her seasonings, gave everything a good stir, and back in the cabinet they went, with the spoon joining the cutting board and knife in the sink. "Now, Katie, you KNOW that you have everything in there because none of it is still sitting out. And what's left on the counter?" She looked around and said, "Just my bowl full of potatoes and my baking pan."
After her potatoes were in the oven, we did the same thing with everything else she had to make. It all went like clockwork again and while her chops were cooking I had her put warm water and soap in the big bowl and wash it and the other things then wipe down the counter. Done and done, all before the timer went off! She looked at me and said, "Gee, Gramma, cooking here isn't messy at all! At home Mom usually has to shove stuff out of the way and wash pans or spoons before she even starts."
So a couple of weeks later she was here and she made spaghetti, garlic bread, and salad. She got pretty nervous draining the pasta but all in all she did a great job, and cleaned up as she went without me even reminding her. She was setting the table with me and she suddenly asked, "So am I unusual?" Huh? How so? "Well, I'm only 11 but I can cook without making a mess. I thought that was something only really old people did." Yeah, that's it, Katie.....I'm really old and you're unusual!