Hello Friends!
It's been a few days since I've posted. The truth is my meals have been pretty standard lately...although I did make a killer, last minute Indian Dahl last night.
Ava kept hugging me through the evening, asking if I was sad that she didn't like what I had made. At bedtime, she told me that if there was one thing she could change about me it would be the foods I make for her. What is a mother to do? Let her fill up on processed meats, dairy and sugar? Obviously not, but sometimes the fight is just not in me. Lazy? Tired? Fed up? All of the above maybe?
It seems other people's children eat what's put in front of them. I did at least...well except for a 'fish' incident when I was eight. To this day the thought of fish generally turns my stomach. Is that my mother's fault for forcing me to eat it? Are we all actually programmed to like and dislike certain things? Where do you draw the line? I would really like to hear your thoughts on this.
Cooking multiple dishes really isn't a problem when I'm in a super high functioning mode...I just need to re-group. On the menu tonight...Veggie Burgers, Baby Potatoes and salad. Hopefully the peanut butter won't make a repeat appearance!
Toby
It's been a few days since I've posted. The truth is my meals have been pretty standard lately...although I did make a killer, last minute Indian Dahl last night.
NOT ACTUALLY MINE ~ LOOKED LIKE THIS THOUGH, SANS THE GARNISH!
Just threw in various ingredients...I was craving lentils!! I know, I know, CRAVING LENTILS...LAME!!! Lame is a kind word for what my kids thought of the meal. It makes me giggle to think about it now actually. They tasted it...gagged, Ava spit her's in the garbage. Nice! Did I really think they would eat it though...lentils, veggies, curry, coconut milk? I just was not in the mood for 'short order cooking' last night...so there was one meal on the menu...imagine that!! They apologized for 'dissing' my stew then made themselves peanut butter and jam sandwiches. Curtis and I enjoyed our Dahl. (He had a second helping!)Ava kept hugging me through the evening, asking if I was sad that she didn't like what I had made. At bedtime, she told me that if there was one thing she could change about me it would be the foods I make for her. What is a mother to do? Let her fill up on processed meats, dairy and sugar? Obviously not, but sometimes the fight is just not in me. Lazy? Tired? Fed up? All of the above maybe?
It seems other people's children eat what's put in front of them. I did at least...well except for a 'fish' incident when I was eight. To this day the thought of fish generally turns my stomach. Is that my mother's fault for forcing me to eat it? Are we all actually programmed to like and dislike certain things? Where do you draw the line? I would really like to hear your thoughts on this.
Cooking multiple dishes really isn't a problem when I'm in a super high functioning mode...I just need to re-group. On the menu tonight...Veggie Burgers, Baby Potatoes and salad. Hopefully the peanut butter won't make a repeat appearance!
Toby
I never worried about what you ate. Graydon on the other hand was just like Ava. Finally I gave up forcing him to eat what apparently didn't agree with him when he upchucked his whole meal back up onto his plate. Texture as well as content was his issue. You know what, he grew up and was healthy as a horse. Who knew? You Mother! note: Do you think I had something to do with your 'addiction'? I've been thinking about that.
ReplyDeleteLol Mom! You never worried about me except for the fish! I wouldn't eat it for dinner so I sat at the table until bedtime, then you made it into a fish sandwich for breakfast...gag! :)
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