My dad did most of the cooking, it is serviceable food some great some just okay, but he'd have a thing where he introduced me and my sister to cooking by starting with asking us to taste food during cooking and going "do you think it needs any salt? Any pepper?" type questions
This progressed on to "can you make the mash whilst I make the sausages? Can you slice that vegetable whilst I...?" - easy tasks that are out of the way of the main bulk of the meal
Then on to eventually "wanna try making the Sunday Breakfast today?"
A steady progression of increasing responsibility, in a way that disguises that's what's happening
Enter the Void is pretty bad