As a kid, our mom used to let us help her cook. I remember anything would be good as long as we felt we had helped, and it seemed very fun. I remember my favorite was when we did tacos. They were very easy, but filling them was fun. She even had little mnemonics for us to remember ingredients, like "Mickey Cuts Oscar's Leg" for: Meat, Cilantro, Onion, and Lemon. Prob a little violent but it worked.
