All my life, I've been known as a picky eater. I don't like tomatoes, broccoli... okay, most vegetables... or fish. I'm not into sushi, french onion soup or other "fancy" foods. Peanut butter and jelly is still a go-to meal at 31 years old. I keep it pretty basic. When I married a picky eater, I wondered what our children would possibly eat.
Luckily, they both are really good eaters. They love green beans and peas and all kinds of foods that I would never touch. Usually, they both cannot eat enough. They are growing boys, after all.
Last night, Adam whipped up a meatloaf. He makes wonderful meatballs and spaghetti almost every Monday, his telework day, but wanted to change things up a little bit. A very little bit, he uses the same recipe for both meals, its just a matter of a loaf or ball presentation.
So we baked the meatloaf, pulled it out of the oven, and I sliced up pieces for the boys to eat. The plates went in front of the boys and the direct opposite of what I thought would happen, happened.
They revolted! Logan took a bite, then immediately spat it out. He then used his fingers to get any remaining meat out of his mouth and back onto his plate. James had a similar reaction. I bit into my meatloaf and thought it tasted great, but the boys weren't having it. James was finally persuaded to eat, even though it was "terrible" but Logan flatly refused. Now, if you put a meatball in front of either of them, its instantly inhaled. We tried several times to get Logan to eat, but he wouldn't. Finally, we gave him a string cheese and called it dinner.
Kids are funny creatures.
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