I remember cooking some growing up. I remember I used to make chocolate chip cookies a lot. By the time I was in Jr. High, I had the recipe memorized.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade and we were living in Haines, Alaska in a tiny trailer. Dad was working for Whitestone Logging at the time and they went there for a job that went bust. We finished the school year while Dad worked down at Hoonah.
For Christmas that year, my grandparents got Mom a Oster Kitchen Center. It was pretty fancy, with all kinds of attachments. Up to that point when I was making cookies, I'd use a hand mixer in regular bowl.
When make cookies you mix your wet ingredients first, and then slowly mix in your dry. I say slowly because if you just dump in your flour and start mixing, it's going to blow flour all over the kitchen. Even at this tender age, I knew that and would be very careful to not make a mess.
Somehow Mom seemed to think this new fancy tool was a magic tool... Right after we got, I wanted to make cookies. So, since I was unfamiliar with kitchen center, Mom was helping me out. We mixed the wet ingredients, and the added the dry. I began to slow dial up the speed. Mom mocked me for being so cautious. She said you didn't have to do it the old fashion way, and cranked the dial up. Flour exploded everywhere and coated the entire kitchen and us. She stood there with a shocked look on her flour dusted face...
Now, she'll probably deny this ever happened. As the years have gone by, her memory isn't quite what is used to be. But I remember it clearly. I remember realizing for the first time that just because someone is an adult, doesn't mean they know everything. That was a huge revelation for a 10 year old. Of course, now that I am an adult, I know that we don't have a clue about most things, and just fake it really well.