Going way, way back in time, in junior high school the boys switched from shop classes to home ec and the girls vice versa.
Growing up as a confused boy, even as early as six years old, I knew I didn't belong.
I hated woodwork, metal shop, electronics.
But that one semester where we switched was a confirmation of two things: I love to cook, and being in the kitchen.
That semester, got one of the few A marks I ever got in junior high for my cream of corn chowder. And got another A for sewing class.
Some 30 years later, it's funny, I have a cooking business, and sewing is a hobby of mine....and my business applauds the often overlooked role of homemaker.
Nina