While we were trying to get moved in, we spent a few nights over at Grandpa Gary and Granny Buffie's.
I'm not sure how she does it, but Granny Buffie always has the kids cooking really good stuff.
(They act like they can't even open a package of chips at my house!)
She even bought them aprons so they'd look the part.
After a few days, they'd learned how to make more things than I do.
Though you never know about Kyle, at any moment he might up and leave his cooking station for something "better".