Wow, am I clever or what? “Food” for Thought? Yeah, I’m going to talk about food. I have got to be the first person to do this, right? 😀
For the last few days, I’ve been thinking about this post. The one about kids and food. About what we feed our children, what we assume they will like, how we pass our food likes and dislikes on to them without even meaning to. It was going to just be a Facebook status, but then I thought about all the (inevitable) negative feedback I’d get. So I’ll keep it here and expound on it. If there’ s negative feedback..well, I can delete it if I feel like it, can’t I? (More on that subject later)
Anyway, here’s a piece of advice: do not assume that your kids won’t like something. Just because you don’t like it, or your spouse doesn’t like it, or other kids don’t like it, does not mean your own children won’t enjoy eating it. I don’t care what it is. Do not make this assumption.
I hear all the time how picky kids are, how they won’t eat anything but macaroni and cheese or chicken nuggets. Guess what? My kids like that stuff, too. But they also happen to like broccoli, edamame, couscous and tofu. They love pancakes and bacon for breakfast (or more often, for supper), but they also happily devour unsweetened steel cut oats nearly every morning.
No, I’m not bragging. I’m not trying to say, “Hey, look at what my kids will do that yours won’t do and never will because I’m a better parent than you are.” Definitely not. The point I’m trying to make is mostly for new parents, soon to be parents, or parents with kids who are incredibly flexible in scheduling, food, etc. Test your kids. Have fun with food. Make things that you assume they won’t eat, feed it to them, and be surprised. No, my kids won’t eat everything. There are certain foods that they all turn their noses up at, but I make a point to get them to try something not just once, but twice.
Jenny had a black olive at one point, and then declared that she didn’t like them. We let her go on like this for a long time, and then one night I explained to her how I used to hate broccoli. Like, seriously, gag me. Then I decided I didn’t want to hate broccoli. I wanted to love it. So I slowly started eating it again, first with lots of seasoning or cheese sauce, later with nothing more than a bit of salt or butter. And guess what? Broccoli is easily one of my favourite vegetables now. So Jenny agreed to try an olive again. You guessed it – she loves them now.
I’m not telling you to change the way you eat. If you eat nothing more than macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets, your kids will eat them, too. But every so often, pick a fruit or vegetable up from the grocery store that you haven’t had before. Buy something from the Asian, Mexican or Natural foods section. Try it with your kids. If you’re not a picky eater and you’ll eat everything under the sun, then by all means, feed it to your kids, too.
I love hanging out with my parents, who will both eat just about anything. We ate a lot of typical kid foods when we were young, but as teenagers, they gave us variety, and took us out to restaurants other than McDonald’s or Taco Bell. We ate Thai food, real Mexican food made by Mexicans (the most authentic we could get without leaving town) and meals made entirely without meat (yes, they exist!!). I believe that the way my kids eat now is largely thanks to my parents and how they fed me.
There are things that Mike loves that I’d rather not touch (meat, for example, but I’m also not crazy about brussels sprouts). There are things that I love that Mike won’t eat (cilantro, salmon), but we feed all of the above to the kids, whether we both like it or not.
My kids are not perfect, but the fact that they will eat – or at least try – anything set in front of them, is pretty cool. I’m proud of them for it, but I know that a lot of this has to do with what I choose to put in front of them. I don’t make them their own meals, separate from ours. They eat what I feel like making. Sometimes they like it, sometimes they don’t.
Anyway, that’s all on that subject for now.
Two other things. One is a confession of sorts. I (gulp) edit comments. I do not change what you have said, but if there are typos or spelling/grammar mistakes, I often fix them. I have this brain that won’t let me leave it alone. So while I leave the content the same, I might fix it for you. I hope you don’t mind. If you do, well, don’t comment. 😀
Second thing is this: I bought Pampers because they were cheaper with a coupon than the regular price Wal Mart diapers. I am not a diaper snob. I will buy whatever is cheap because I have no reason to buy anything else. I know some people feel that their kids get less rashes in name brand, or that name brand diapers don’t leak as much, but in the case of my family, it doesn’t seem to make a difference. So I buy cheap. That’s who I am. Anyway, I bought these diapers and I have one thing to say about them. They stink. As in, they are scented! Ew. The potentially calming baby powder/baby oil scent is quickly made completely disgusting when mixed with the potent stench of baby poo. I’d rather just smell baby poo, thank you very much.