It's necessary for parents to teach kids how to cook from an early age. I believe you will {#blank#}1{#/blank#} with what I say. However, you also need to {#blank#}2{#/blank#} that part of teaching your kids how to cook is teaching them about the ingredients(材料).

    One of the best ways you teach them about ingredients is to take them to go shopping with you. I know it won't always be {#blank#}3{#/blank#} to do so. Maybe you have to spend some money {#blank#}4{#/blank#} your crying kids the big model car, because you don't want {#blank#}5{#/blank#} people to look at you.

    For one thing, it's great to let your kids see what food looks like in its {#blank#}6{#/blank#} state(状态). I don't mean seeing cows and chickens {#blank#}7{#/blank#} around (though that is good, too). I mean that they can see fruit, meat and vegetables before you {#blank#}8{#/blank#} them up or make them become dishes.

    In fact, if you live near a farmer's market, you can take your kids shopping with you there. At the farmer's market, your kids can talk to the people who grow the food. At {#blank#}9{#/blank#}, it will make your kids see whole(整个的) pineapples(菠萝), but not {#blank#}10{#/blank#} yellow rings with the hole in the middle.

    Night after night, she came to help me sleep, even long after my childhood years.

    I don't remember {#blank#}1{#/blank#} it first started making me a little angry- my mom's hands pushing my hair that way. But it really made me {#blank#}2{#/blank#} ( comfortable), for they felt rough (粗糙的) against my young skin. {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (final), one night, I shouted at her, "Don't do that anymore. Your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything, {#blank#}4{#/blank#} she never did it again.

    Years later, I missed my mother's hands and her goodnight kiss on my face. I'm not a little girl any more. My mom is {#blank#}5{#/blank#} her mid-seventies，and her rough hands are still doing things for my family and me.

    Now my own children have grown up. It was late on Thanksgiving Eve. As I slept in my bedroom, a familiar hand ran across {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (I) face to push the hair from my head. Then a kiss, ever so {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(soft), touched my brow(额头).

    {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (take) my mom's hand, I told her how sorry I was for the night I shouted at her. But my mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it long ago.

    That night, I fell {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (sleep) with the new appreciation(感激) for my mother's caring hands. And {#blank#}10{#/blank#} guilt(内疚) that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.