I think I can officially retire from parenting now.
When they were young my wife used to have a lie in on Saturdays and i’d get up and make pancakes with the kids. Every time without fail we’d get the recipe out, and I’d ask why they only use one egg in French pancakes and get groans, that as they got older turned into abuse, and then swearing, and then threats of violence
Daughter is at University in a mixed flat in the HoR, and almost without exception the boys are chuffing useless at cooking. She on the other hand is good, so she’s helped them to understand the difference between omelettes and scrambled eggs, how to make their own oven chips, and so on.
One of the lads was making pancakes last night, and asked her the recipe…… you can guess the rest; she’s now recycling my old dad jokes and grudgingly admitting that it’s quite good.
(next step – I used to get them to give me a big build up ‘whhhhoooooaaaaaahhhh’ followed by a cheer if I managed to flip the pancake, or ‘useless tosser’ if i didn’t. The wife stopped that though, when she found out)