It’s going to be a childhood-themed week – later this week I’ll be posting on author’s favorite children’s books. So in keeping with the theme, here’s Mike’s list of childhood experiences that will probably sound foreign to our own kids (heck, some of them sound foreign to me).
- Growing up in the same postal code as both sets of grandparents.
- Having a much larger extended family, with many cousins on both sides of my family.
- Growing up on the farm and doing lots of hard physical work, especially in the summers.
- Taking care of animals every day – seeing all sorts of animals give birth and die.
- Chopping the head off a chicken, scalding it in boiling water, and plucking its feathers.
- Growing almost all the vegetables we ate and canning or freezing them for the winter.
- Naming your “pet” cows … and then discussing who you were eating over the dinner table.
- Being able play outside the house (entirely out of sight from my parents) for long periods of time.
- Taking my first flight when I was 20 years old and in college.
- Getting my first email address when I was 18 (upon entering college).
- Getting my first mobile phone when I was 23.
- Having only 4 channels of TV.
- Going out to eat at a restaurant was a special occasion – we ate out at a restaurant once every couple of months and it was a big treat.
- My school (and the community) was very monocultural. There were about 1300 students enrolled at my school, and only 5 were non-Caucasian.
- There were teachers at my school who had taught my parents when they were students.
- My parents rarely consumed alcohol – only once or twice per year, on special occasions.
- My mom did the dishes (and the cooking, the laundry, and almost all the house-hold cleaning) …
OK, OK, so I might not be doing many dishes here (thanks to the services of our wonderful maebaan) but I am making our own baby food. My first attempt ended in Dominic’s first temper tantrum, but my latest effort was received with much happy table thumping and head-bobblings of approval.
“What did you make?” my mother asked when I told her this.
“Baby ratatouille,” I said proudly. “Eggplant, tomato, onion, a little bit of broccoli, and garlic.”
“Garlic?” both my parents said at the same time. “We’ve never heard of anyone feeding a baby garlic.”
“Well, now you have,” I said. “And he liked it.”
What did your kids love to eat when they were little?