Those pesky, picky eaters!

I pride myself in being a lover of all types of food. From the classic American cheeseburger to Moroccan delicacies, I savor each and every morsel. So tell me, how did I end up with a child who would eat macaroni and cheese for breakfast lunch and dinner? I guess taste in food is just another behavior that is learned.

I guess now that I think about it, I didn’t really have a choice in the matter when it came to being picky. I grew up in one of those households where I had to finish everything on my plate. No matter what it was on said plate. So after being forced to eat such atrocities as liver, lima beans, and brussel sprouts, I am now an adult who actually enjoys eating such notorious delectibles.

In fact, I attribute my vast love of food to the very thing I hated doing as a child. Trying something new and potentially disgusting. So today I find food an adventure, one that I hope continues to be ever changing.

But back to my problem at hand, my pesky, picky-eater of a son. Let me tell you a little about him. Nathan is 4 years old and absolutely fearless, much to the chagrin of his parents! Nathan’s crazy antics in his playtime are endless and abounding. Too bad his sense of adventure does not extend into his diet.

Nathan’s dream food is mac ‘n’ cheese. But wait we’re not talking just any cheesy mac, oh no! Many a times, I’ve made my sweet boy a made-from-scratch, filled-with-love, home-made bowl of macaroni & cheese, only to have my beautiful son tell me, “No, Mommy, I want the blue one.” That’s right we’re talking about that preservative filled, just add milk, butter and powder, blue boxed mac ‘n’ cheese that’s been around for decades! Nate doesn’t even have the decency to be a snob about it either. He doesn’t even care if it’s Kraft or generic. (I blame his father for this discretion.)

So I often wonder how on Earth I’m going to instill the same love of the unknown, in my picky, picky son. As much as it kills me, and as much as I said I would be different when I became a parent, I guess I’ll just have to torture him like my parents tortured me. So my son may complain about how his evil parents force him to try new foods, but in the end if he learns to appreciate new things, then all the whining and fake tears were worth it. And after all, I still turned out ok!

Posted by admin on July 4th, 2007 under The family table

One Response to “Those pesky, picky eaters!”

  1. Jim Barrow Says:
    August 19th, 2007 at 9:36 pm

    My 5 year old son also is strange. He likes to eat hot dogs dipped in applesauce. What can you do?

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