The Lost Art

Over the last 22 years of my life there has been a vivid image planted in my brain. That image is waking up at my grandma’s house to the smell of bacon frying and hot homemade biscuits coming out of the oven. I have been lucky enough to have a grandma and mom who have mastered the art of cooking and baking. I can remember going over to friends houses in high school and always eating take out or frozen pizza, and was confused why their mom did not cook us a meal. Now, I do not want this to sound sexist, but I grew up in a home where my mom stayed home and took care of my dad, my brother and me. In all honesty, she should have received a paycheck every other week for how hard she worked.
My mom always took care of us and mastered the art of feeding two growing boys and a husband. I could always count on a home cook meal six out of the seven days of the week. She would cook a variety of food from enchiladas, pasta, taco salad, grilled chicken and steak. I always knew I would not go hungry, which I know was and is a blessing. Over the last four years of school I have come to realize how lucky I was to grow up in a home where my mom cooked. The majority of adults around the country have lost the art of cooking. People have gone from eating out one or two times a week to almost one meal a day. This trend is not only bad for people’s wallets but also their waistlines.
I am not saying all women need to stay at home and cook every meal from scratch. The male in the household could learn how to cook and make a meal every now and then. There is something relaxing about cooking and eating at the table a few times a week with your family. Maybe I am living in the past and wrong decade but I hope the trend of home-cooked meals come back again.
--Garrett Grimes