Anti-Oxidant or Harbinger of Death?
03/07/08 09:01 Filed in: Picky Eaters
Once again, I am a Big Bad Daddy. I made ThingOne cry yesterday. I asked her to try 1, that’s ONE, frozen blueberry. From the reaction that this produced you would think that blueberries were Bambi’a eyeballs, still dripping with blood, freshly removed from the little deer’s head. Aren’t Blueberries all the rage right now? Doesn’t she know about anti-oxidants? I bet her friends eat blueberries....... ThingOne has a “Thing” about food. She doesn’t like most of it. She has got to be the pickiest kid I have ever met. Now I only have two kids, and the other one is allergic to a boatload of stuff, but feeding ThingTwo is infinitely easier than feeding ThingOne. I worked at a summer camp for over a decade and I never came across a kid this picky. To top it off her list of what she will or won’t eat is completely fluid and something on the “like” list today, will have migrated to the “I’ll die before I eat THAT” list tomorrow.
It’s very, very frustrating. That is what makes this
next bit so satisfying. She likes lemonade, and she
likes Berry Lemonade. You may remember that we now
have the “Mother of
all Blenders”. Sugarmomma has gotten quite
creative and with the help of a few books is now
able, on occasion, to get something healthy into
that child. Case in point, homemade “Berry
Lemonade”. ThingOne would commit Hari-Kari if
she knew that when she drinks Mummy”s “Berry
Lemonade” not only is she consuming fresh whole
blueberries, but spinach as well! SugarMomma
blends up blueberries and spinach into a purée
and then freezes it into cubes. Drops a couple
into the lemonade concentrate, blends that up
and voila! “Berry Lemonade”
SugarMomma says that I shouldn’t push ThingOne on the food issues, that I’m going to traumatize her and leave her scarred for life. She says she’ll end up like me, like I have “food issues” or something. Ok, Ok, so I have two stories about food that I tell from my childhood if that constitutes “Issues” then, guilty as charged. When I was young, I can’t remember exactly how old but at least 7 or 8, my parents made this dish with peeled tomatoes and boiled fish, to this day I’m not the biggest fan of fish, unless it’s beer-battered and deep fried. My parents were into the recycling thing waaaaaaaayyyyy before it was “en vogue” as they say, they were also mild hippy types and very into “health food”. So , when I was in Kindergarten my mom would bake her own bread and make me sandwiches with it. She would make me Peanut Butter sandwiches, (which now today would put Thingtwo in the ground, but that’s another story...). So what’s the big deal right? Her bread would be what today apparently is referred to as “Artisan Bread” and she could probably charge a premium for it. The slices were,...thick, and the bread was, .....crumbly, and she used that “natural” peanut butter. You know, the kind you have to stir for five minutes to mix the oil back in, and it was chunky. To top it all off She would pack them into old recycled milk bags that were cut open, do you remember when milk came in bags?(there’s the recycling part, see I didn’t forget.) All of this would win her Eco-Mother of the year these days but when I was 5,...let’s just say I wasn’t swapping lunches with anyone.
What’s the deal with kids and food these days? I find it SUPER helpful when the public health nurse says, “don’t force them, put it in front of them and let them choose, it will be better for them later on in life”, and then turns around and scowls at you like a degenerate when you tell her that ThingOne won’t eat any fruits or vegetables. Remember the days when you didn’t leave the table until your plate was clean because there were children starving in Africa? I’m so confused.....
BBD.
SugarMomma says that I shouldn’t push ThingOne on the food issues, that I’m going to traumatize her and leave her scarred for life. She says she’ll end up like me, like I have “food issues” or something. Ok, Ok, so I have two stories about food that I tell from my childhood if that constitutes “Issues” then, guilty as charged. When I was young, I can’t remember exactly how old but at least 7 or 8, my parents made this dish with peeled tomatoes and boiled fish, to this day I’m not the biggest fan of fish, unless it’s beer-battered and deep fried. My parents were into the recycling thing waaaaaaaayyyyy before it was “en vogue” as they say, they were also mild hippy types and very into “health food”. So , when I was in Kindergarten my mom would bake her own bread and make me sandwiches with it. She would make me Peanut Butter sandwiches, (which now today would put Thingtwo in the ground, but that’s another story...). So what’s the big deal right? Her bread would be what today apparently is referred to as “Artisan Bread” and she could probably charge a premium for it. The slices were,...thick, and the bread was, .....crumbly, and she used that “natural” peanut butter. You know, the kind you have to stir for five minutes to mix the oil back in, and it was chunky. To top it all off She would pack them into old recycled milk bags that were cut open, do you remember when milk came in bags?(there’s the recycling part, see I didn’t forget.) All of this would win her Eco-Mother of the year these days but when I was 5,...let’s just say I wasn’t swapping lunches with anyone.
What’s the deal with kids and food these days? I find it SUPER helpful when the public health nurse says, “don’t force them, put it in front of them and let them choose, it will be better for them later on in life”, and then turns around and scowls at you like a degenerate when you tell her that ThingOne won’t eat any fruits or vegetables. Remember the days when you didn’t leave the table until your plate was clean because there were children starving in Africa? I’m so confused.....
BBD.