If my college-age neighbors are any indication, the next generation is an absolute mess.
I'm not even talking about "life" messes (finding a job, getting married, etc.) but physical messes. This is my grandmother's generation's nightmare.
When we talk about what concerns them most about leaving home, I am surprised about how little they know about living in the real world. Not one of them can cook... anything. I see four years of kids downing cereal and calling it a meal.
Today, few kids can tell a snap pea from a string bean. Sautéing is as foreign to today's teens as a landline. A recent a survey in Australia found that 20 percent of kids think pasta comes from animals. 27 percent think yogurt come from plants.
Canning and preserving food was a common practice to insure not only an adequate annual supply of food for farm families, but also a way to eat fruits, vegetables, and certain meats that otherwise would be more limited in their availability.
My parents messed up. Or perhaps my prestigious high school and university did. Maybe I've been oblivious. But somehow I'm 21 -- a legal adult -- and an economics major, yet I don't know the first thing about anything related to money.
For our kids to combat the obesity plague, no single strategy is adequate. We need easy access to affordable good food, plus physical activity, plus kids who are not intimidated by kitchen utensils and raw vegetables.