Feeding a Finicky Family
Okay – in 4 1/2 years, I still don’t have this right. Meal time is stress time at our house. At least for me. Maybe it’s because I work from home, so I’m here. Though if I were in an office, I wouldn’t be thinking that there’s nothing started for dinner at 3pm – but, since I’m right upstairs, I’m already consumed by the notion that 6 o’clock is approaching and nothing is defrosted.
I have to ask. How do you all decide what to do for dinner? Do you have the same 5 or so meals you cycle through like my mom used to? Or do you experiment and try new recipes? Does everyone eat the same thing at the same time? or do you try and cook for the kids and have “grown up food” for you all?
I have an issue with a husband whose mother raised him on meat and potatoes. When I serve him chicken piccata he blanches! give him a salad of any kind, and he looks at me like I’ve asked him to eat one of the bushes in the backyard. The man was never more excited than when I made chicken strips and fries for the girls. WHO KNEW?!
I’ve since stopped trying to impress him with my cullinary skills, and am turning my attentions to my finicky 4 year old. I’ve convinced her after the weekend that she must eat protein or she might shrink to the size of Thumbelina. SO, any suggestions for a kid that would rather eat corndogs than anything at all?